Burgers, Shakes, and Mistakes

Stressing out

If someone were to walk the back alleys of Chicago at four a.m. on a Monday morning, they'd see a young man leaning against a stone wall with a cigarette in his mouth. They'd see this young man run a hand through his messy brown hair while he takes a drag from his cigarette. They'd see him stare at the sky with a frown on his face, his hazel eyes following the slow movement of a gray cloud.

This young man's name was Ryan, though he didn't like anyone to call him that unless they had a reason to. He preferred to go by his Youtube username, Ohmwrecker, or Ohm for short. His YouTube channel, however, was underneath the URL of MaskedGamer, and it was a running joke between his friends to link people to his old channel.

If linked correctly, the person would come across an empty channel titled Ohmwrecker, the background of the channel being Yoda, and the words across the banner being MMMRRRHMM... LOOKING FOR YOUTUBE.COM/MASKEDGAMER...YOU ARE.

The About page would say Soon this domain should forward to youtube.com/maskedgamer, until then, thanks for dropping by! If the person chose to follow the new link, they would be directed to Ohm's proper channel, filled with his content.

Ohm wasn't one to slack on any job. Give him a task, and he'll get right to it. This included his YouTube channel. He did his best to upload a video a day, two videos at best if he was lucky. He mostly did collabs with other YouTubers, and there was the occasion of Let's Plays, mostly on quick games if possible. Yet even with his planned uploads of humorous collaborations, Ohm felt as if he was slacking. The durations of his videos started to feel shorter to him, his commentary seemingly started to fade halfway through.

Not only were these slight details nagging at him, knocking against his head every so often, but there were always people asking for the same thing. At first it had just been a few comments here and there, some on old videos, some on recent ones, but it started to grow now.

Facecam.

Ohm groaned at the mere thought of it, squashing his finished cigarette onto the wall.

Facecam?

Ohm, do a facecam for this game next time!

I wanna see your reaction to this game!

Why don't you show your face?

Seriously? His channel was named MaskedGamer for a damn reason! No amount of asking would get him to show his face, and the comments were starting to annoy him as well as get him thinking. Is that what everyone wants? Do they watch his videos in hope of seeing him? Should he do a face reveal soon?

"No." Ohm turned around to face a door on his right, taking out a key and unlocking it. Why was he thinking this? He was Ohm, Ohmwrecker, MaskedGamer! He was himself, and he would stick with it.

Ohm walked inside, closing the door behind him and taking a deep breath. The cool air of the kitchen hit him, and it felt so nice. He leaned against the door for a few seconds, telling himself to relax. He then pushed himself off, heading over to the counter in front of him. A white apron laid on the polished granite, ready for the day. He grabbed it and slipped it over his head, tying it around his waist. He leaned against the counter to look out into the dining room of his diner.

His diner, yes. Ohm owned a lovely little restaurant called For Heaven's Shakes. After his mother had passed away two years ago, she had signed the diner to him. Ohm knew how much she loved it, treating her staff and customers right. The diner was well known for its shakes, and its special was a four layered ice cream shake topped off with whipped cream, chocolate shavings, and a cherry. Ohm's mother named it the Blissful Heaven shake, and it was the most popular shake on the menu.