A misclick

Fucking faceless green blob

//Howdy! I'm back, with part 3! I'm pretty sure I'll manage to come up with part 4 later today, but if that doesn't go as planned, tomorrow I guarantee y'all will have a freshly baked part. Um...this part right here is a bit boring as well, but part 4 is supposed to go more intense. Also, I made this one longer, so you won't get bored while I'm offline :D. Enjoy the read!//

Remember when I told you that I was going to sleep? Yeah, that didn't go as planned. I was wrapping myself in the three blankets that I had on my bed, trying to make myself comfier (or just kill myself from overheating so I'd escape the second hand embarrassment.) I started humming quietly the chorus from 505 by Arctic Monkeys, so I'd fall asleep faster. 

Right when my eyelids were getting ready to hug each other and send me into a dream, I hear a muffled DING sound from the other side of the room. For the nearly asleep version of myself, that sounds was the scariest thing I've ever heard. I flinched and lifted my head a little bit so I could see the source of the noise. It was my phone, from the laundry basket it landed in when I threw it. 

I decided to ignore it. I was genuinely tired and pissed off, and all I wanted was a good sleep, but one thought wouldn't leave me alone. And I think we all know what I'm talking about. 

'Fucking faceless green blob.' I whisper to myself while I get up, throwing the blankets off me, and stumble across the room. I pick up the phone and I instinctively stick my eyelids shut when the bright screen blinds me. I smirk and try to swipe my way through Twitter. Open app, ignore the timeline, go to the DM's...ah there he is. Our misclick boy. He sent me another DM. 

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Wait...I don't think I should've said that. 

It came off as rude didn't it?

Pardon me?

Oh god I can't even be an influencer. I don't think I should

just dm my fans, right? Fuck. Oh, anyways. 

I'm sorry for the way I said it. Your tweet was dope :D

I won't unlike it anyway.

Uh...good. Thanks! I guess.

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To be honest, I have no idea what is more unbelievable. The fact that I had a full-on conversation with Dream, the fact that I had the opportunity to tell him more ab how much he means and I missed in the most graceful  way to me, or that he said he won't unlike my tweet. How am I supposed to react? What am I supposed to do now? A smile spreads across my face, for no reason at all. I look into the mirror in front of me and I see myself with my messy hair in the top of my head, in a bun, my Minecraft bees shorts on, and a stupid smile. 

'Ew. I'm going to sleep.'

---Next Morning---

My alarm goes off, and I barely manage to open my eyes. It's 7 am, and way too early. Why did I even set this alarm for? I have nothing to do today, from what I remember. I lean over the bed and pick up my phone from the floor. The sun is shining, trying to peak over the matte skyline, which only seems to be alive during nighttime. 

I look at the label I put on my alarm, trying to figure out what's it for. Then I realize I forgot to update my sleep schedule. Yay. So I woke up this early for no reason at all. There's no chance of me getting back to sleep, so I get up and start my day.

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After my morning run and spontaneous breakfast, I get back to my room to read something. It's a habit I used to enjoy, back when I was still a student, but since I graduated college, I feel like all my passions have drained away. Now...my only source of money are my streams. 

My parents always wanted me to be the best daughter I could possibly be. And I was. I was the best student in my year in high school and before that, and I got into a prestigious college. I was only 16, and my future was bright and shiny looking ahead. All that until I realized how hard it will be for me to complete these three years.

 It was slowly destroying my mental health, and I couldn't do anything but watch my will to do anything at all just drop. I managed to finish the three years and get my degree. After that, my parents noticed how much of an emotional wreck I was, and they decided to stop pushing me, and told me to do whatever I wanted to, as long as I was happy. 

At that point, I was already into streaming, and I decided to give it a chance, to be my full time hobby. Of course, my parents accepted it for the sake of my health, but I know they would've wanted a different occupation for me after I'd be done with college. 

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A couple hours after, I was deep sunken into the book I was reading, when my parents came home. Mom went upstairs, knocking on my door.

'Get in.' I say, without looking at the person who I told to do so. 'Hi, Y/n! How's it going? OH! You're reading again! That's a nice sight after all this time. How was yesterday's stream?' I give her a little smile. It always feel nice to see how she's interested about what I do. 'It was great! My viewers peaked at 100!' She covers her moth with a hand, with a little too much drama. 'Oh, that's so nice! I'm glad you're still enjoying it.'

I love her. I love how she really wants me to be happy. I sigh a little, and she notices it, and doesn't hesitate to give me a worried glare. I've been wanting to ask her this one thing for a while now.

'Mom? Are you disappointed of me because I do streams?' She backs off, putting on a terrified look. 'Disappointed? In you? Y/n, I'm your mother. As long as your heart is beating, I won't ever be disappointed in you. Yes, it's true that I wasn't expecting from you to not get a well-paid job right after college, but now I know that you have built up your own community, and that makes you happy. At first I thought that everyone could simply turn on their camera and do a stream, but now I am aware of how much of a mental strength you need to have, in order to do something thing like this. Remember what I just said."

I sigh in relief, as she comes closer to give me a hug. This didn't go as bad as I expected it to.