Trapped in a Twitch Stream with Jenny Nicholson

The Stream

"Hey guys, I'll be streaming Sonic Adventures tonight! Come hang out!", Jenny wrote before she stopped herself from tweeting. She forgot putting the link to her stream, how silly of her. With a copy and a paste, she read over her tweet again to see if there was any error she needed to fix. There were none, so she sent the birds on their way.

Hundreds of people instantly began liking the tweet, and soon, after pressing all the right buttons, Jenny's stream was live. The viewers started trickling in. First her trusty moderators, then her most loyal fans who had seen her tweet almost immediately. 

Jenny made eye contact with her webcam to make sure that everything was fine. It was, for now. 

"I know I said that I was going to play Sonic Adventures, but I kind of want to read some scary stories right now.", Jenny mused to her chat. 

The chat replied instantly, saying that it was fine and that they hope that they're scary. 

Jenny chuckled and said, "I don't know if it'll be scary but I sure hope so." 

She's read supposedly scary stories to her fans before, but they weren't scary at all. Whether it was fanfiction about creepypastas or creepypastas themselves, Jenny's read everything that Amazon and Wattpad had to offer for her YouTube channel. There wasn't a spook in sight in those stories, just poor attempts at literature. 

Jenny wanted to scare her viewers this time, an actual scare, not a jump scare, but a total sense of unease and utter dread. However, she knew that she needed to get high engagement figures from her fans as well. After all, she can't afford to buy another annual pass to Disneyland if her fans didn't engage with her content and view her ads. 

So Jenny thought quickly and asked her chat if they had any scary stories for her to read. The chat exploded with a cacophony of links and titles to both obscure and popular horror stories.

Jenny wasn't a slouch to the horror genre and she's read it all. She smiled at how fast her chat reacted to her request, but internally, she was disappointed at how basic their suggestions were.

But for one reason or another, her eye caught sight of a single user's post, even though it went by in a flash, buried by the wave of comments. 

"Dear Jenny, please read this. It'll give you the scare of your life, I promise. bit.ly/tH380y" said the user named Obadiah Bernadette Sadhu. 

This was something her moderators should've picked up and removed before she even saw it. This was something that Twitch should've filtered before it even graced her eyes. A link shortener always meant trouble, but Jenny was adventurous tonight. After all, she had put ketchup on her rice for dinner, a combination of flavor that was simply magical to her.

And Obadiah Bernadette Sadhu intrigued her. Never has she seen someone with such a fascinating and beautiful name. 

"Those letters are perfectly arranged", she thought to herself. 

Jenny knew better, but she was drawn to Obadiah's singular post. And so, fueled by the excitement and adrenaline of trying something new, Jenny clicked on the link. 

The colors of her surroundings started fading away in opacity, as if someone was slowly moving the slider on Photoshop. Her body felt strange and different, indescribable to her as she's never had an experience analogous to it. 

The tiny letters on her massive gaming computer screen turned into the scribbles and scratches that formed them. Things were breaking down to their base components. Water into hydrogen and oxygen. Her computer into steel and plastic. And then, her senses. 

First her sight, then her hearing, and then the rest of her corporeal body. All of Jenny Nicholson, as she knew it, was gone. 

And then, as sudden as it happened, she reappeared on her comfortable gamer chair. Her gaming computer screen was black however, as her computer was turned off. The day was still hot and winding down, so she knew from her senses that time hadn't changed. But clearly, the world had. 

Her heart exploded into 180 beats per second. Obadiah's link had clearly done something, but she didn't know what. A minute of panic receded into her calmer, survivalist mind. 

"This is another dimension. Or, it's another world. Or, I'm dreaming.", Jenny thought to herself as she frantically searched around her room for anything unusual. But nothing was out of place.

 BB-8 and his family of smaller BB-8s still commanded the ambience of the room. Her overabundance of plush toys from several different defunct franchises still made a morass of plastic and rubber. Everything was where she knew they'd be, except for one thing.

"Oh no.", Jenny whispered under her panting breath. 

A loud, high-pitched beat started emitting from somewhere in her room. Jenny fell to her knees in pain and covered her ears as fast as she could. She gathered her strength, stood back up and tried to find the source of the terrible sound. But the source found her.

Suddenly, her giant porg started levitating, a blue aura surrounding its massive but fluffy exterior. 

"I am Obadiah Bernadette Sadhu. Welcome Jenny.", the giant porg said.