Twitch Streamers Erinity and SinSinKitty and Their Fans

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"Erinity" (Jocelyn Flores)

Ugh. Look at this fucking creep. Why are all my fans so disgusting? Oh my god, do I have touch this weirdo? Ugh!

I reached over and cringed as I tried I hugged him, my arms at the max length possible for a slight hug.

“I’m such a huge fan Erinity, I’ve gifted over 100 subs in the past month.” This scrawny, short neckbeard said.

Do these people not wear deodorant.

“Thank you so much for subbing and supporting,” I said. Now get lost creep.

Why did I have to go to these stupid conventions and meet these people? I looked at Kitty, who was cosplaying a Spider-Gwen costume, in the booth next to mine, and Kitty, Cynthia Brooks, had the same issues. We both made a knowing look at each other, and I mimed a gun pointing to my head. It smells in here. I’d like it better when I could interact with these creeps behind an internet line.

I looked forward, and there was a commotion. Five convention guards had come forward. One was now down. There was blood on his neck. More screaming. My eyes widened, and I looked at Kitty, and she had the same look. The convention had erupted into chaos.

I don’t know why I followed Kitty, but I did. We got out of there and into our shuttle bus. My manager said he would take us to his friend’s mansions for shelter. There were a dozen of our fans gathered there in the panic pushed into the bus as we left the convention center, which was now flooding out with these things. Our bus stopped at my manager’s friend house, who was on the board of directors of Twitch. The place was huge. We tried getting in by no answer. Me, Kitty and the rest of our fans looked around panicking. All of the houses had been abandoned, and the driveways empty of all cars except for one.

We made our way there.

Adam Smith

It had happened. I sat in my control room. It had happened. It felt like I happened a million times over. I was living a Deja Vu. I turned on CNN. Panic and flooding. A helicopter shot overhead with a stampede of people running every which way. I turned on the BBC. London was dark now, and there was only an emergency message on.

I sat back in my chair. I had started preparing when I heard of the news in China. Of course, this thing was built well before this disaster was a far off fantasy, but now it was no longer a fantasy. I checked all my messages for my family and other people who I had contacted. Nothing. It’s a lottery now, who lives or who dies.

I checked the outside 360 camera of my neighborhood. A group of people was coming towards the bunker. There were several males. They were all wearing gaming and anime t-shirts, except for one who was wearing a suit. Two females were with them, at least I hoped they were females. You never know with people who hang around people who wear anime t-shirts. They were dressed as Spider-Gwen from Into the Spiderverse and Wonder Woman.

They came up to the bunker and rung the intercom.

I answered.

“Hello, who is this?” I said.

“Hello. I’m Pete Sellers, I’m a manager for Twitch, and these group of people has just come from the convention. It’s chaos there and out here. We need shelter from this.”

I eyed the group. It was a real sausage fest. Most of them looked like they would eat their fair share of my food as well. Though I had plenty of food, I still had to consider.

“Okay, stay there for a second. I’m coming to unlock it.” I said. Even though I had very misogynist reasons for building this place. I wasn’t going to let a bunch of people possibly die because of it. Plus it would be nice to get to know the two women. Again I had hoped they were women, at least born women. I have nothing against traps or transsexuals, it would just be nice. You never know with anime and gaming types.

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(Note: I don't follow female Twitch streamers, so I don't really know their personalities. These parodies of them are just completely made up and not based on any real observation)