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PHOEBE SMILES AS her viewers begin to trickle in, all spamming her chat with some form of a greeting.
"Hey, Chat! How are we tonight? I'm actually in a good mood for it being 12:00am." Phoebe announces with a proud smirk on her face. She was known to get 'grouchy' as her friends would say the more it got past midnight, but Phoebe simply argued that they were the ones that got ten times more annoying than usual.
As Phoebe read through chat for their answers a brown fluffy haired boy began to sneak their way into the room. He puts a finger to his lips, signaling to chat not to say anything before making his way behind Phoebe.
"Chat, why are you guys spamming 'don't be suspicious?' Didn't that trend like die?" Phoebe questions, but before anyone could answer Ryker yells 'Boo!' into her ear and the girl lets out a high pitched scream before falling out of her chair. Ryker then double overs in laughter, clutching onto Phoebe's gaming chair as he lets out an incredibly loud wheeze.
"Ry! What the hell!" Phoebe yells before throwing the closest object on the floor at him which happened to be a plastic bowl. It hit him straight in the chest causing Phoebe to snicker as he grabs ahold of his stomach and turns to glare at her.
