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𝗔𝗥𝗖 𝗢𝗡𝗘: 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍

" 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔. "

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,
a mediun-sized
streamer donates
to a certain brunette.

...

With a big grin, they yelled out loud. "JUST KILLED A WOMAN, FEELING GOOD!" Her fists were up in the air, Softi only groaned while Toaster could only giggled and cheered.

"Yay for Beet-mom!" The boy clapped, smiling behind the screen.

"Stop killing me for god's love!" A soft french accent huffed, her voice echoeing through the voice call before she muted herself to rant to her chat.

Beetroot giggled like a child on christmas day, feeling the rush of adrenaline pumping in their veins.

And you, the reader, may ask: Who is Beetroot? Who is this 20-years old idiot with crippling depression yet still manages to keep pogging through the pain?

Calm and confusing- no, scratch that. Stubborn and confusing, Y/n always wants to get their way and with their rowdy personality, they can a bit difficult to understand.

There are times where they would act motherly, especially towards to the minors of the smp. Reminding them to sleep on time, to eat regularly... Basically the complete opposite of what they do everyday.

Beetroot, as what is they're known on the internet, is a medium-sized youtuber and streamer with a couple 400k followers.

They started off as an animation memer and an artist, but only gotten a few amount of subscribers, to they dismay. Soon, they started gameplays and possibly earned more and more subscribers each week.

...And you know how that went.

As time passes, Beetroot grew more and more tired. She yawned, turning their eyes to the clock on the wall.

It was still early yet Y/n already feels like succumbing slowly into temporary death. "Alright, that'll be the end of the today's stream! Thank you everyone for-" she paused, yawning.

"For watching and staying with me til the end! Anyways, Go raid uhh..." She extended, grabbing their phone and scrolling through twitch.

"Wilbur- Wilbur soot! Go raid him and tell him he's hot, i mean, he's a good streamer- UH, BYE-" she quickly ended the stream, the silence soon overcoming the once loud space she sat in.

The call bursted into laughter, the sound of someone banging their fist on their chair plays in the background.

"WOW- DID YOU JUST CALLED A STRANGE HOT-?!" Softie, aka Diana wheezed, possibly crying from tears of laughter.

"SHUT IT!" Y/n yelled, their face flushed with embarassment before deciding to hop back on twitch and went to watch a certain brunette's stream.

...

"Are you fuckin' serious? Chat, This isn't good enough. I swear your parebts probably dropped you as a child- WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT NO WEEBS?!"

Wilbur huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he exhaled through his nose. He turns back to the chat, seeing people coming in saying he's hot.

"What? A raid?" He muttered, blinning as he scoots his chair forward a little bit towards the screen.

Suddenly, like magic, a donation appeared on his screen.

Beetroot donated $3
Wilbur soot,,, funny name :]
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