Definitely Not.

The feet, having barely awoken from their slumber, began to talk among themselves.

"So many times, our owner has shoved us into such uncomfortable, stuffy Uggs..." Her right foot began.

"Crammed us into tight-fitting heels, that offer no support to our bodies, crushing us under her weight..." Her left foot continued.

"And most importantly, she has NEVER, NOT ONCE, given us a pedicure or a massage when we desired it from her the most!" Her right foot angrily said.

With Nikki's eyes so fixated on her game, Nikki's feet, now slightly more accustomed to their sentience, began to slink out from under her computer desk, resting themselves right next to her dual monitors.

As they glanced up, they caught a glimpse of Nikki's Twitch Chat and stream. The ever-growing whole audience of 300 viewers gave them an idea. If Nikki cared so much about her viewers, surely if THEY could steal them away from her, then perhaps she might be willing to pay more attention to them instead!

And thus began the conception of a plan, A plan to overthrow Nikki's twitch viewership and to prove that THEY were the ones who deserved the attention.

Nikki's Right foot shuffled itself across her desk, towards her cellphone. Using its big toe, it popped out the in-built touch stylus and gracefully pulled it out. Following which, her foot tapped the screen twice and entered Nikki's password, unlocking the phone. Lefty then joined in, by lifting itself such that it could see the entirety of Nikki's phone screen.

Subsequently, they went through Nikki's phone to find her twitch app and proceeded to create a new Twitch account subscribed to Nikki's.

After about 20 minutes of arduous tapping, setting up accounts and emails, the feet had officially set up their very own account dedicated to themselves.

"Now, to mess with Nikki." Both feet said in unison. They glanced at each other, before sending a donation along with a message to Nikki's stream.

The text-to-speak bot pitched in, "leftyxrighty donated $20 with the message: 'Hey there guuurl, love you so much, why don't you show your feet?"

Nikki lifted her head, puzzled by the message. "I don't know what you're incentivising, but I might just do that if I hit $200 worth of donations in the next hour!" Nikki replied with a provocative smirk. She turned her head to concentrate on her game once more, only to hear another message from the bot.

"leftyxrighty donated $200 with the message: 'Enough for you hun?'" blasted across her screen in big bold letters as Nikki's Chat went wild. The Price Is Right music played as virtual confetti flooded her chat. "Well, A deal's a deal!" Nikki lifted her feet to her computer's camera, only for her chat to suddenly go quiet.

Quizzically, Nikki spread her legs, to see that her chat was flooded with surprised Pepe and Pogchamp emotes. She was even more surprised by the sudden surge in her viewer numbers, from 300 to 500.

Out of nowhere, a soft voice echoed,

"Surprise."

Nikki leaned towards the monitor, where she saw the faded reflection of her soles behind the pixels. But her feet looked very odd. It was almost as if they had faces, and her toenails had gone from their regular pinkish hue to a dirty green one. Nikki recoiled as her toes wriggled out of her control, her expression one of confusion and distress. Her feet smiled at the camera before saying in unison,

"It's not an illusion, baby. We're the ones in charge now."