twitch con

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Angel

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ne day you decided to stream on twitch you were semi famous by that you meant about 50k subs
You loaded up a game you hadnt played in years
Mincraft
You slowly started to panic as it opened

Remembering all of the tragedys that happened years before you watched as your viewers rollosd in with "hi!" Or "we missed you welcome back "
You were quite the loved streamer
After playing for q few hours to you got raided by someone named ranboo
You quickly followed the person yhat raided you and to your suprise they followed you back

You watched as hundreads of people came to your stream.
This is where it started.
You and ranboo became really good
Friends! One day you got a invite to a twitch con and so did ranboo
A day later you called ranboo and said  "J GOT INVITED TO A TWITCH CON😄"
"I DID TOO😁" He said with pride in  his eyes
A week went by faster then you could think

You and ranboo yalked the whole week all night and day only leaving to talk to your friends or to go get groceries
It was finally the day you went to twitch con!

You were as happy as can be
You arrived at the twitch con but had no clue who was who you were just told to look put for a guy with a mask and glasses that js tall
So you did but no sign if a tall man wearing a mask and glasses sadly you soon found a bench and sat down and plugged you headphones into your phone
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     Miss wanna die
Was playing after what felt like years you felt a tap on your shoulder
You look up and panicked a tall white man with dirty blonde hair and greyish eyes  you were scared he saod
'Sorry i was late i just got here ' in a sorry voice he said 'who are you?!' You fastly got up and pulled the mans hoodie by its strings 'WHO ARE YOU ?!'
He clearly saw how disturbed you where but the truth was, was that you were lost in your thoughts he calmly said 'its me ranboo '  he said as he gripped his hair with his hands moving it oit of his eyes
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-angelicrythms.live
Aka your non-bianry writer
My pronouns are they them

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