5up was a peculiar streamer, surrounded by love and support, friends and those who wanted to know him. Yet, for some reason, unbeknownst to all, he wouldn't meet up with any of them. At least, he never appeared to join the meetups. Never in any photos or streams, never in any videos or included in meetup tweets. Never joining any events or having any fan meetups. For a streamer that has amassed almost one million followers on a platform, it was weird.
He always wished his friends to have fun, enjoy their time with each other. "I'll join sometime! I promise" he would say. "I'm a bit sick right now, it wouldn't be covid-friendly to travel. Meet up without me!" was a common excuse. If his trail of excuses and lies could be a grandfather clock, it would never stop ticking. The words fall like delicate silk, woven into perfectly crafted webs of deception. His friends were tired of the excuses, he was tired of being alone.
Have you ever heard of sickness? A sickness so horrible that it strips you of most of your basic freedoms? Something so horrible it leaves you feeling a shell of somebody you never knew you could be. It's lonely, it's so excruciatingly lonely and isolated. You only hear the beeping of a heart monitor keeping up with you, the dripping of an IV long since tuned out. It was his life, he never chose to live like this. He never wanted to be so secluded and he never cared to be a mystery, but life had other plans. Destiny and fate seemed to agree.
Shivers on hot summer evenings, infections and sickness from the smallest of things. Everything seemed to be a poison, where was his antidote? Why wasn't he given an antidote? He just wanted to live-
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Oh. Hafu was calling. He needs to pick up.
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Complex Illusions
FanfictionA 5up centric story When given the chance to be normal, live a life of content normalcy, many would decline and say "I wouldn't change my life for anything". Many would talk about what they've overcome and how they're better because of it. He is di...
