Crossing Paths

Chapter 6 - Clean-Up

A/N: Prepare for lots of dialogue.

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"Alright, mate?" Ross greeted into his microphone, clicking into Steam as he does so.

"Yeeea," Krystal's voice resonated from each member of Hat Films' headphones, her intonation sounding very nasally and high pitched, similar to a typical Australian accent, "Not bad, mate. How're ya?"

"Whoa!!!" Trott laughed loudly, highly entertained, "What was that?!"

Krystal laughed then spoke, in her normal accent this time, "My Australian accent! Well, okay, THIS is my normal Aussie accent, but that was my impersonation of a typical Aussie living in the bush."

"My god, she's so Australian," Trott commented, earning a laugh from Ross and, especially, Krystal, "She lost me at 'Aussie'."

"Really, Trott? Really?" Alex scoffed playfully.

"Don't worry. I'll keep it down for you, Trottie," Krystal laughed again. He could practically hear her grinning from his end.

As they continued to joke around, they all loaded up Viscera Clean-Up Detail and joined a server. Ross checked his recording program and his microphone, making sure they were in good order, and clicked the record button, before switching back to the game.

"Everyone recording?" Trott asked. He heard a chorus of 'yep's and 'yeah's in confirmation. After triple-checking whether he was recording as well, Trott cleared his throat then, in a sing-song voice, greeted, "Fuckin' good day! What's up, guys?!"

"Good day!" Ross greeted.

"Hey, guys," Smith spoke.

"That's right! We're finally back for more moppin', sweepin', cleanin', and tune jammin'! It's been a long time, but yes. And, guess who's playing with the twats and me!?" Trott continued to half-yell into the microphone for added drama effect, "It's Krystal!"

"Hi, guys!" Krystal's voice chimed in as she moved her character around in some sort of frenzy in the tiny space they spawned in, "You can't see me but I'm waving, too!"

"We've kidnapped her and forced her to play with us," Trott exclaimed in a stern tone, earning laughs from the rest of his friends.

"What, like how you, I quote, 'exploited our powers of comedy and forced us to join you in creating entertaining YouTube content', Trott?" Ross countered jokingly with a shit-eating grin, maneuvering his janitor character right up to Trott's character to fill up Trott's "vision", and somehow hopefully kill him by squeezing him onto the wall.

"Shut up, Ross," Trott laughed, backing his character away as much as he could until he hit the wall.

"Bin boy! Is anybody bin boy?" Smith called, already having left the room to start looking around at the virtual mess.

"Oh, whoa! Look at Smiffy already starting up the chores!"

"Zip it, Trott. Hurry up and grab us a bin, would'ya?" Alex sneered jokingly to his screen, despite Trott never being able to see it.

"I ain't your bin boy," the smaller man grumbled but went off to grab the item anyway. Ross and Krystal split up from Trott, going around to assess the area they would have to "clean up" for the next hour or so.

"Says the guy who went to get the bin anyway," Ross commented with a laugh, everyone except Trott laughing along with him.

"ANYWAY," Trott cut in the laughter, grumbling for another second before continuing on, "What's going on, Krystal? Anything new, old, or basically anything to share? Yada yada... More importantly, for our viewers who don't know you, who are you?"