A Year Before Everything

A concerned viewer. Chapter:2

- Imagine forgetting that you wrote a story, couldn't be me. Enjoy :) -


Gradually the brunette came to a stop with the frantic tapping and clicking of a keyboard. Without the subtle of noise white static began to fill the soundless room. Each exhale could be heard coming from the brunette with a little natural pattern with it.

Steadily Wilbur began to stand up and look at his clock. The clock in question looked back at Wilbur as though to taunt him with the green flashing numbers. 12:00pm, he sighed. "At least it didn't take too long ..." he spoke to himself. Getting up from the black office chair Wilbur closed his laptop and started to head downstairs to eat and get ready to stream.

As he walked downstairs Wilbur ignored his surroundings for once. Could it be because he was tired; or could it be because his mind was filled with other ideas? Each step down the dark walnut stained revere wood made a creak that would break the silence in the house. The walls surrounding the stairs made him feel enclosed in the gray void he sees outside his window. The paintings full of colours seemed to mock him reminding him of the void that he was always surrounded by with no escape.

Once he reached the stairs he was greeted with his living room and kitchen. The floor was revere wood covered in a thin layer of dust all the way throughout the kitchen. The counters were covered in unwashed dishes, plastic bottles and a wet cloth hiding the delightful marble top. The sinks were stainless steel with nothing in them but a dirty rag and a couple of cups full of old water.

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Opening the door to the guest room Wilbur stepped inside. He was greeted with dust resting upon every item. He hadn't touched this room in weeks, his fans must be worried. A bed could be seen in the corner of the room with a random assortment of items scattered around it. Looking over towards the right side of the room he saw his computer just as he left it. The monitor's black void reflected the room with precious details. The desk on which the computer sat on was clean with the exception of bottles and dust. Closing the doors he sat down at his desk and turned on the computer.

Entering the password and opening streamlabs Wilbur began to set up his stream. After double checking that everything was working he pressed the go live button.People started to flood in, excited that WilburSoot finally went live. The chat started to flood with questions and Hellos, the hateful comments were deleted thanks to his mods.

After a couple of minutes Wibur did his introduction and switched scenes to his chatting one. Chat started spamming him with questions, oblivious to privacy. Wilbur saw the questions zoom by as the were consumed by hellos. Wilbur told chat that today they would be doing a YLYL (You Laugh You Lose) stream.

The stream was chaotic and loud, most of chat was sending videos Wilbur had seen before. "Chat, do I need to repeat the rules?." He questioned. He looked back at chat which was filled with many variations of yes. Sighing, he started saying the rules. "Rule number 1 no boomers, rule number two no zoomers, rule number 3 no weebs under the penalty of death I'm looking at you Phil-" He continued to say the rules before ending. Hoping that the videos would get better, he was let down.

As the stream continued the excitement of the stream began to wear off. A couple more minutes past and he could feel himself beginning to fall asleep. Wanting to end the stream Wilbur had to force a laugh. He said goodbye to his viewers and ended the stream. The viewers were happy that they finally got content except one; and that viewer was concerned.

- I wonder who that concerned viewer is. -