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UPS Truck The Cat

      Bang!

     "Boom." I smiled, watching the pixelated explosions. Almost instantly, Carson was in my voice call.

      "I heard TNT and then Connor screamed like his house exploded." He phrased it as a question.

      "Correct."

      "Why did he scream?"

      "Probably because he triggered my trap."

      "That did what?"

      "Blow up his house."

      Carson let out a laugh, "How much exploded?"

      "Enough."

      "Enough for what?" He pressed, withholding giggles.

      "To show I'm not a pussy."

      Half an hour later, #connorshouse was trending. Half an hour later, I was on a call with Grizzlyplays, Condifiction, Jared Narwhal, and Slimecicle.

       "-so then the wench said-" Charlie continued his story.

       "Wait- hold on Charlie, Grizz have you seen my cat?" I opened the door where my black and white cat usually sat.

       "Uh- no? Ask Jared, he was in your house." Grizzly sounded confused, and soon entered my house as well, searching for the cat.

       "Me? No. I was just in Y/N's house because I had to borrow some wood." Jared sounded more confused, and joined us in the search.

       "Hey- it's fine, I probably forgot to sit him down. He can't have gone that far." I resumed the group, "Charlie you can finish your story, sorry for interrupting you."

       "Where the fuck is Yoopy?" Charlie brushed me off, and started walking around the rooms of my house.

       "UPS truck!" Condi called the cat's full name. Soon a chorus of Yoopy's full and nickname rang out through the call. He was absolutely gone. Suddenly, the sound of someone joining the call halted the bunch.

       "Looking for something?" Fitz laughed.

       "Did you take my fucking cat?"

       "Yeah."

       "Is this because I blew up Connor's house?"

       "Yeah."

       "Fuck."

       "Yeah."

       "So where is he?"

       "Hostage."

       "Fuck!"

       "Yeah." Was all he said before he left the call.

       "I'm not paying for my own cat back!" I said, exasperated to my silent friends.

       "Are you suggesting we get the fucking cat back?" Condi perked up.

       "I think they're suggesting we take the fucking cat back." Jared smiled.

       "I think we should take the fucking cat back!" Grizzly yelled.

       "Calm down tiger, we don't even know where the cat's being held." Charlie was the voice of reason, strangely.

       "We'll figure something out." Jared, Condi, Grizzly, and I pulled our weapons and ran off to Connor's destroyed house.

       It'd been a while since I had felt adrenaline. You don't get a lot of that when your a part-time streamer part-time cashier. Streams were my release from the world of loud voices and persistent yells, where I could flee to a safe haven of slightly less loud voices and persistent yells. But it never made me excited. Streams don't do that. Not to me at least.

        It was like somewhere in my mind I knew that this was all a game, that nothing mattered, that no matter how many deaths I had, how many things were destroyed and put together, nothing was real. But now, right now, running in a pixel game with pixel weapons towards a pixel house to a pixel war, I felt the now unfamiliar feeling of my heart racing, my body jittering in the hopes of action, pure fucking adrenaline.

        And I didn't want it to stop.

       I knew in that moment, when my leg was bouncing from anticipation and excitement, when a smile was cracked on my face, when my chat was loosing their minds, and when donations poured in with the general message of encouragement to win the war, that this was some good ass content. People wanted a show. But I didn't think I'd need to act that much. Because this was setting up to be the streaming event of the century, and I wanted to be there when it happened.

        "Let's get my fucking cat."

       (A/N: Hi! It's short! Big shock. I'm trying to stop with that just dialogue chapters. Also UPS truck is a bomb name, so I don't wanna hear any complaints/j)