Evanz had had a good day. No sheep jokes, and a free blueberry muffin, courtesy of his mum in Clophill. Too bad it went downhill after making the decision to join a stream with Fluke, Rage and Hollow.
"Oh great, now freaking Evanz has joined. Brilliant, just brilliant"
"Haha Rage, you joker, you. So... Evanz, welcome to the stream"
Rage cut Evanz off before he had the chance to reply.
"Fucking Joker. I'll show you a joker in a minute if you're not careful."
"Well I'm batman so that's okay." said Hollow.
That random interruption from Hollow brought the conversation to an awkward standstill.
Unfortunately (for Fluke and Evanz) Hollow didn't seem to notice.
"I just made a pun, aren't you going to congratulate me and shit?. You do have a moronic fetish for it"
Sensing the beginning of a fight, Fluke tried to cut them off a the chase.
"That was a good one right Rage?" prompted Fluke, trying to sound at least a smidgen light hearted.
"No"
The rest of the stream followed in a similarly unorthodox manner. Unsurprisingly, the stream ended shortly after the joker conversation, as they couldn't stand a further half an hour of rage living up to his name, and hollow doing a convincing impression of the name. They never did get to play the hunger games.
It was the dreary morning after the infamous stream took place and Hollow was nursing a hangover. He had had such high hopes, he'd thought it'd be a barrel of laughs. He shook his head as he flicked through the comments. It was no coincidence more than ever had watched that stream then any other. Why did people flock to other people's embarrassment?
Are rage and hollow not friends anymore?
What the hell rage?
WTF
Hollow felt a growing sense of dread as he read. Everyone seemed shocked at him and Rage, but what had actually happened? The memories of last night were hazy and uncertain. Was he just really wasted? Or was there something else going on?
With the comments still ringing through his ears, he made his normal cup of tea. He had three cups in the cupboard that were clean. Not really in the mood to ponder his choices he grabbed the one on the left. Before he could even tell his arm to move, the mug slid from his fingers and landed with an impressive crash on the tiled floor. It rebounded slightly, before cracking in half. A light blue shard flew into the air, and Hollow's rendition of all the swear words in existence confirmed that it lodged itself in Hollow's foot.
It was all Fluke's fucking fault. He suggested the livestream. He invited Rage. If that livestream hadn't happened his foot would be fine.
As you can see, Hollow's reasoning was questionable, but nevertheless he attempted to hobble about, the fragment of ceramic still wedged deep into his foot.
He retrieved a first aid kit, wincing and swearing with every movement he made and with a scowl on his face that could only be described as the facial personification of annoyance. He roughly fished out a bandage and some antiseptic. Too bad he didn't have any freaking tweezers. He'd have to use his caveman tools. He scowled even more at that and came extremely close to punching a wall.
He punched a wall.
The wall was everything that annoyed him in that moment. The shard in his foot. Rage's miserable mug. Fluke's annoyingly attractive face. Even Evanz, who had done nothing wrong. It was not a good day.