My chapters will be longer now. I also don't have a upload schedule. Usually I just write when I feel like it.


3rd person POV

Marinette was practically sweating. Her mouse hovered over the button to start the stream, but she couldn't being herself to click the mouse. Marinette had spent the past two weeks figuring out the basics of streaming, and she was feeling pretty confident about it, yet she couldn't push a button. In a last ditch effort to get her finger to press the mouse, Marinette started comforting herself, "I can do this, nobody will know that it's me... damn!" She rallied all her courage and pressed the mouse. Marinette didn't know what she expected to happen, have her chat flooded with phallic images, maybe have a particularly bold chat member send her a sext. Fearing the worst Marinette flinched and closed her eyes. She slowly opened her eyes back up and saw that nobody had even joined her stream. Feeling a little embarrassed Marinette blacked her screen out and switched to her tab with Underwatch. (Underwatch, get it? It's funny, right?) Even though no one was in her stream, Marinette decided to join a game. As she was about to pick a character someone joined the stream. She tensed unconsciously, and then picked her character. While she was waiting for the rest of her team to pick characters she looked at the stream chat. There was only one message, this is what it read, "Hello?" She only had time to type out her own quick hello before the match started. As she sprinted out of the spawn, Marinette wondered what her only viewer was thinking about. Her thoughts were cut short when she was cut down instantly by the opposite teams sniper. While she was respawning she glanced back at the chat to see that her only viewer left. She sighed a little from disappointment but was actually able to focus on the game, no longer worrying about social expectations. Marinette found herself slipping back into the groove of the game. Sprint, jump, jetpack, aim, fire, headshot. Before Marinette knew it, it was the final kill cam. It was a small clip of her jumping, using her jetpack and quickly scoping and firing in one smooth movement. Satisfied with her own performance Marinette glanced at the viewer count quickly and then looked away. She realized that she missed something and her head swiftly turned and looked again at the viewer count. Upon seeing the number her jaw dropped, and she started to stutter something out but didnt have a chance.


Did you enjoy? I will say this chapter took forever, but was really fun to write. Also, excuse my grammar and spelling. My ipad doesnt have spellcheck. :(