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Atomic Hairspray

   A week later, I was streaming again.

  "Hey losers! I'm back, and my mouth doesn't hurt!" I exclaimed, grinning as proof.

  Chat spammed various, "WELCOME!!" and "YAY!"s

   "Chill stream today, might do some planning, all that jazz!" I smiled adjusting my headphones.

   Logging on, the pixel world spanned out in front of me. I glanced around at my house, still decked out from the party two weeks ago. Automatically I opened my chest on the right side of the bed to reveal what I already new. The diamond-shaped hole was still prevalent in the chest. Surprise surprise, they hadn't been brought back.

   "Whatever." I complained. "Guess we'll just-"

   Ring

   "Oh rad, I'm getting a call from Charlie!"

   Ring

   "I should probably pick that up."

   "Hey Y/N!"

   "What's crackalacking?"

   "Glad you're back, listen, come to the 'Video'  voice call in my server, we're cooking up something!"

    "Oh? Okay I'll-" Was all I got out before he hung up.

    "Well Chat, here's that planning thing I told you about." I clicked into the voice call and was greeted by noise.

    "So what I was thinking-"

    "Guys-"

    "Maybe we can-"

    "It has to be-"

    "Shut up!" I yelled briskly, "Okay! Cool! What's up?"

    Glancing at the profiles, I was in a call with Ted, Grizzly, Charlie, and Poke. Drumming my fingertips on the table, I mimicked a school teacher.

    "Hey Y/N, let me tell you-" Ted started.

    "Hey man, can you hold on a second? I'm thoisty (th-oi-stee) give me half a second." I interrupted.

    "Yeah sure." Poke waved me off.

    I stood up from my chair, snagging myself on my wired headphones before darting to my kitchen. Throwing open my fridge door I pushed through layers of leftovers before I found some drinks. One Monster Energy, one sparkling water, one Gatorade, and one Caprisun.

     "Fuck it." I muttered, grabbing all of them. With arms full of sugary drinks I walked back into frame. Awkwardly I stumbled around my room, trying to sit down and not drop all the bottles.

     Then, THUD.

     The sparkling water made an unpleasant sound as it smacked against my wooden floors. While the container thankfully didn't crack open, I could see the contents bubbling and frothing in the bottle.

     I let out a groan and scooped it up. Collapsing into my chair I absentmindedly opened it.

     hissssss

     My brain panicked, as my first instinct kicked in to look for Creepers, not the bubbling drink in my hand. I frantically spun my avatar around and sighed in relief, twisting off the cap of my drink.

      HISSSSS

      POP

     I realized mid twisting that it wasn't a Creeper. As the lid popped of, a fountain of beverage poured down my hand, soaking the sleeves of my shirt. Inside my brain, my instinct to not hold bombs activated and I dropped the bottle.