Back in Melanie's room, Melanie had changed back into the clothes she was wearing before and was now sulking on her bed finishing the article she was adding to her blog.
"And that is Reason 967 Why Black Hat Sucks! And submit! Argh!" Melanie yelled as she submitted the article to her blog. "Why does Black Hat have to be such a massive jerk?! What's his problem?!"
505 sighed. There just had to be some way to make his new friend happy. Suddenly, he got an idea.
505 grunted happily, ran to the door, and gestured for Melanie to follow him.
"Huh?" Melanie said picking up her knapsack, jumping off the bed, and following him out the door.
505 smiled and started running.
"Hey!" Melanie yelled as she ran after him. "Wait up! Where are ya going?"
After running around for about ten minutes, 505 stopped in front of a door. Melanie stopped running and stood behind him.
"That's my leg workout for the day," Melanie said catching her breath while stretching her legs. "That was fun. Now, some of my hyperactive energy is gone. It's a good thing I was wearing an exercise bra or I'd have been screwed. That's probably too much information. Oh, well. Phew! Anyway, where are we, 505?"
505 smiled as he opened the door revealing a room filled with recording equipment, multiples monitors, and powerful gaming computers all set up on a large desk surrounded game posters, a TV, bean bag chairs, a couch, a mini-fridge, a closet, and a half-bathroom.
Melanie's eyes grew large in absolute wonder. This was where the magic happened for every one of 505's streams. She could barely contain her excitement. She squealed joyfully again as she dashed into the room and started taking pictures of everything.
"505, this is so cool!" Melanie squealed loudly. "I can't believe we're actually in here! Everything from your streams is in here! This is awesome! I'm so happy! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you…"
Melanie paused to gasp dramatically in realization, "Can we play games in here?!"
505 nodded, walked over to his closet, and opened the closet.
Melanie gasped in absolute wonder.
Inside was every console from the NES to Nintendo Switch, PS1 to PS4 Pro, and Xbox to Xbox 1. Of course, there was also a box with a spare headset matching the one sitting in front of his computer.
505 got the extra headset out of the box and presented it to Melanie.
Melanie's eyes grew even more excited than before.
"Are you asking me to stream with you?" Melanie asked barely able to stay composed.
505 nodded and gestured towards the game closet.
"Dios Mio!" Melanie said bursting at the seams. "I get to choose a game, too! Oh, man! THIS IS THE GREATEST DAY EVER! I love you, 505!"
Unfortunately, just then, Flug knocked on the open door.
Melanie looked in his direction and sighed, "Yes, what do you want?"
"Just coming by for the check-up I mentioned before," Flug said. "I see you've become fast friends with 505."
"Yeah, 505 is really cool," Melanie said happily. "Is that a problem?"
"Oh, no," Flug said calmly. "I just don't want your…impulses…to rub off on him."
505 smiled nervously and shook his head assuring his Dad that was not happening.
Melanie looked back at him and smiled.
"Now then, are you ready for your check-up?" Flug asked.
"I thought this was the check-up," Melanie replied.
"Oh, no, it's a little bit more complicated than that," Flug said. "I'll need you to follow me to the lab."
Melanie backed up defensively and summoned her scythe causing Flug to start in surprise.
"Nice try," Melanie said with a menacing smirk. "But there's no way on God's green earth I'm letting you dissect me!"
"Woah, Woah, there," Flug said waving his hands in front of him for emphasis. "I'm not going to dissect you! All I want to do is to collect a blood sample to check your health and ask you a few questions for my records. That's all. There's no need for you to get defensive like this. Right, 505?"
505 placed his paws on Melanie's shoulders. She turned around to look at him and received an affirming nod.
Melanie turned back around, took a deep breath, and dissolved her scythe.
"Okay, fine," Melanie conceded. "But don't make me summon a portal to hell. Seriously, don't. I don't like doing it."
Flug laughed nervously, turned around, gestured for Melanie to follow, and said, "Alright, if you will just follow me…"