Streamer in day - stripper at night · Y/n story by @Seldomy

The air in your bedroom is stale with the scent of last night's cheap perfume and exhaustion. A thin line of morning sun cuts through the gap in your blackout curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing over the clutter on your desk: a glittery false eyelash stuck to a keyboard key, a stack of tipped-out singles, a half-empty bottle of makeup remover.

Tommyinnit

filtered through the phone speaker, tinny and far too loud for the hour HELLO? BIG MAN? YOU DEAD? WAKE UP! IT'S STREAM O'CLOCK!

Tubbo

voice overlapping, calmer He means we're all in the Discord call. You joining?

You can hear the familiar background chaos of their shared space—the clack of a mechanical keyboard, the rustle of a chip bag, a distant yell that sounds distinctly like Wilbur.

Wilbur Soot

voice clear and dry, slightly farther from the mic Tell her if she doesn't get on in five minutes, I'm telling her subscribers she's secretly a Victorian chimney sweep.