Sold to a Streamer

chapter 1: wahoo

(a/n) sorry for taking so long to write this author-san got isekaied by a truck-chan UwU

when i woke up i fluttered my long eyelashes and rolled out of bed, looking into the mirror. my hair was perfect. the messy bun of every y/n's dreams and envy. they wished they could like me.

my alarm started playing. i woke early. i don't turn off the alarm. i wanted to hear the entirety of slow down.  

my room was decorated as any good room should be. 

posters of james marriott. jimbo mazza. 

i had every piece of merch, every frame of his videos plastered to my walls. my walls were very thick with the amount of posters. 

i put on my custom made james marriott merch. it had bitter tongues drawn onto it. quietly, i whisper to my reflection.

"new face deserves better"

smiling at the mirror i smiled. today was going to be good. today was a james marriott stream. he was going to read fanfiction. i couldn't wait till he read mine <3

then my mum called me from downstairs. in the background, i could hear my phone starting to play car lights. 

how dare that woman interrupt car lights.

i storm down the stairs, intent on confronting her. 

"y/n." i stop, seeing the look in my mother's eyes. my mum was shaking, covered head to toe in wilbur soot merch. it was all she wore. it was all we had. "i lost all the money."

"what?" i whisper.

"i gifted it all to wilbur soot in subs. he doesn't even stream anymore." her eyes were fractured with tears. "it's okay though... i found a way out."

"what do you mean?"

in the background, car lights began to crescendo. don't you just love when music matches the scene?

"i have sold you. on ebuy."

"wait-" tears started to fall from my orifices. "what do you mean!? you sold me?!"

"you are going to a good home."

"why are you wording it like i am a dog thats getting sold?? im not a dog!!"

"oh, but i am." james marriott appears in frame, barking as he opens the front door. 

"hi!" waved james, in his signature danganronpa style. "i'm james!" he emoted. "i am your new Owner!!"

he barked to punctuate his sentences.

"you-" i gasped, ready to inform him of how i was his biggest fan ever.

"i hear your mother is the skorlabussy of the wilbur soot channel." he shook his head in disappointment. "people should sub to me instead. wilbur doesnt even stream anymore." James looks directly at the camera.

"how you doing, wilburtwt?"

"james im your biggest fan!!"

"as you should be im the only twitch streamer ever. come on." james turned like a dramatic anime villain in his Cliché black coat. "i must go annoy mel at the coffee shop again." 

i followed james, ignoring my mother. i did not care for her. i never wanted a wilburian for a mother. 

 he crossed the road to a waiting car.

i went to follow him.

i didn't see the bus.

the bus driver smiled as it collided into me. lvjylaura had finally won. y/n was dead.

lvjylaura suddenly frowned. "fuck. i missed james." she started to back up the bus. i will never know if lvjylaura succeeded in her revenge plan against james marriott for making her read bad fanfiction.

i rolled over on the CONCRETE (a/n haha geddit like LOVEJOY)

i took my last breath. this was it for me.

i look directly at the reader.

"stream bitter tongues"