Reader's POV:
4/20/17
I logged onto my Twitch account and I started live-streaming. I was so excited to talk to my fans again. Only thing was, I was actually schizophrenic and I didn't have any fans. I started responding to comments that didn't even exist and I was thanking people for donations that also didn't exist. I really needed to go to the doctor. I ended my live and made an appointment with the cheapest physiatrist I could find. I walked into the alley where we were supposed to meet up in. I saw someone doing cocaine in the corner but I just ignored her. But then I realized that the person doing the cocaine was the physiatrist. I sighed and walked over to her. The second she saw me, she diagnosed me with schizophrenia. I said, "ok boomer". She gave me some drugs in a plastic bag. The pills were an ugly orange color. The color reminded me of the clothes I wore when I was in jail for selling drugs. Ahh, the good old days. At first I was thinking that I met in the wrong alley and this was actually a drug dealer, until I looked on the labeling on the plastic bag. It read:
Schizophrenia drugs: it cures your schizophrenia permanently in one week (take 4 per day)
"AWESOME!" I screamed as I hugged her and accidentally snorted some coke in the process. Oops.
4/20/18
It's been a year and I'm finally permanently cured from my schizophrenia, thanks to the magic drugs from that plastic bag. I don't know how they worked but somehow they did. I actually started a twitch channel and realized that I had to put effort in if I wanted to get famous. I started playing some Minecraft on a stream back in December of 2017 and I gained 100 followers! This motivated me to keep going. It was now April of 2018 and I've never been better! I had 50,000 Twitch followers and I decided to start a YouTube channel.
4/20/19
Oh my god! I hit 100,000 followers on Twitch and 75k on YouTube! I was becoming so famous!
12/9/20 (current time)
I was streaming on my Twitch account when I got a donation of $69.00! That was a pretty large amount of money. It was from a user called... QuackityHQ? It sounded familiar, but I just went on to read the message. The message said:
Hello habibi. I saw ur stream and I just think you would be an amazing candidate for my new Minecraft gf. Dm me @/quackmyzac (pretend it's his finsta) on Instagram.
I laughed and accidentally choked on my water. My fans watched as I painfully choked and tried gasping for air. Luckily, I recovered after a few minutes and asked about what I missed. I read through some of the chat:
DID U SEE WHO JUST DONATED TO U BEFORE U ALMOST DIED
OMG QUACKITY ACTUALLY DONATED TO U
i liek coke
LUCKY DUCK
DM HIM
It all suddenly came back to me. After ending the stream and saying goodbye to my fans, I typed in his username, ready to type a response to the donation. Here goes nothing.
