I slowly rolled off my bed and over to my chair. Twitch was quietly running in the background of some stupid Wattpadfanfic. I sat down in my bright red merchandise gaming chair, and scrolled through the pages. ''I love her... '' ''all mine, i...'' I couldn't focus. The words all disappeared infront of my eyes. I clicked on Twitch, and watched as chat went wild when Ranboo took off the sunglasses. It was just a replay of the original clip, but it was still going viral. I sighed. I had a stream planned for tomorrow, but currently didn't even have the mental capacity to turn off my PC. I could cancel, but i didn't wanna be rude to my viewers. Like, ''hey guys, i cut myself, i can't stream today,'' like what kind of chaos would that start? I adjusted the devil horns at the top of my chair, and adjusted the height. It'd been a while since i'd used this chair, the extra. My regular devil chair was at N1ghtmares for a repair, i'd apparently broken the arm rest after i won a game of Fortnite.
I clicked on my profile. My user and profile picture had been the same since i'd started Twitch streaming, i'd never changed it or aything. I liked the Black and orange theme with the shiny devil horns, they fit my vibe and user so well. D3v!l was also a great name. N1ghtmare had recommended it to me while we were on a Discord VC, after i brought up that i wanted to start streaming. I could call them, i knew their sleep schedule was as fucked as mine, but i chose not to.
I closed Twitch, and sat back in my chair, finding a good Wattpad exclusive to read. I grabbed my glass of room temperature water, and downed it all in one chug, before grabbing an apple from the bowl of fruits on my table. I took a bite. It wasn't the best meal i'd had, but it felt good to eat something. I checked the time. 3.43am, and i had to get up at 6.10 in the morning, to be able to catch my flight to the US to meet N1ghtmare and the D3m0nboys in person. They were my group, the people i played a lot with. Like the DreamSMP. Although i wasn't a part of the DreamSMP, they'd always been a part of my life. They inspired me to start Twitch streaming, to get my own group and community, basically all that included my Twitch life. I hadn't met N1ghtmare and the D3m0nboys in person so far, although we had done a good bunch of streams together.
Like the DreamSMP, we had a group name too. 4OfK1ngs. Wasn't exactly as cool, Luz came up with it in the middle of a talk about why mangoes and potatoes go well together on a Discord VC. Well, he came up with Four kings, which N1htmare didn't like, when Set and I came up with 4OfK1ngs, because we were 4 and we were all kings, and liked to play poker on Videocall every once in a while, but that's beside the point.
My eyes slid over my messy desk, and i spotted my orange and black facemask, laying next to my matching gloves and matching demon horns. I picked up both, and put them on. I always felt super comfortable wearing them, just like how N1ghtmare felt super comfortable wearing clown or mime facepaint every stream, and how Set and Luz felt most comfortable with wearing a black and red devil horn cap each. I liked their names, very creative. Set was for Satan, Luz for Lucifer but with a Z, N1ghtmare of course, Nightmare and D3v!l was also of course, Devil. We were the 4OfK1ngs, we had a community that loved us, we had a community we loved, and we were meeting up just tomorrow.
That's when it hit me. I hadn't packed. I flung myself out of my chair, threw on some headphones while quickly putting on some music, grabbing my suitcase from under my bed. I opened my closet, staring into the piles of clothes, and pulled out a couple pieces of acceptable clothing. Folded it up, and laid it out nicely in the case. I grabbed my phone, pulling up notes, and checking my packing list. Checked off clothes. ''Now what?'' i asked myself, scrolling down the list. ''Binders? Aight.'' I mumbled, opening the bottom drawer and pulled out all my binders, except one for tomorrow. I didn't care how long my flight was, there was no way i wouldn't be binding when meeting N1ghtmare and the D3m0nboys. I folded them up, and put them in a little hidden pocket i'd sewn into the suitcase. ''ha, just enough space.'' I chuckled quietly, and bent down to grab boxers, socks, belts, pants, fuzzy socks, my dysphoria hoodie, pjs, some t-shirts, some buttondowns and a couple zipup shirts. I began to fold it all, when i got a Discord notification.
N1ghtmare
@ D3v!l
Get online
I know you ain't sleepinD3v!l is typing...
D3v!l
Well hello to you too
What's up? it's like 4am hereN1ghtmare is typing...
N1ghtmare
Can't sleep
Wyd??D3v!l is typing...
D3v!l
Packing
N1ghtmare is typing...
N1ghtmare
Now??
D3v!l is typing...
D3v!l
Yes. Now shush, i need to pack
I turned off my phone and turned back towards my suitcase. I heard my phone buzz, but i didn't pick it up, as i knew it was probably N1ghtmare typing. Picking up a shirt, and beginning to fold it, i started dancing a little to a song playing in my headphones. It was old, i'd known it since i was a little kid, so it really brought back memories from my childhood. I finished folding my clothes, and started packing some of the other stuff on my list. Deodorant, perfume, necklaces and bracelets, earrings, my mask, gloves and horns, wax and hairspray, toothbrush, all the necessities. I glanced over at the razor blade, still on my bed. ''No. No way are we doing that, Devil,'' i mumbled to myself and grabbed the blade, cleaning it and putting it away. I checked my list. ''I seem to be done,'' I hummed, happily checking the time. 4.17am. Oh my lantas, i should really get some sleep. I closed my suitcase, putting it in my gaming chair, changed into my pjs and snuggled into my bed, closing my eyes.
Hello! That is the end of chapter 1, i hope you like it, again, huge credits to @SpencerLikesClouds for inspo, if you haven't make sure to check out their book, Transboo, and the sequel, Transboo | Sequel, it is absolutely amazing!
Make sure to stay hydrated and well fed, and bind safely if you bind, and i'll see you in the next chapter!

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FanfictionAngel Evans, 24, still living at home with his mother, Sarah Evans, father, Richard Evans, and 2 brothers, Liam and Ethan Evans. He was happy with the life he lived, he streamed on Twitch, uploaded on Youtube, and he absolutely loved. But after 5th...