(Livestream has started) “Yo what’s up chat? It’s your favorite streamer Pichu!” He confidently held the phone up, over his head, showing the hall of tributes nervously sitting in otherwise silence. The chat was constantly pointing Pichu’s phone, waiting impatiently for what they all logged on to watch: Pichu’s game makers. As the doors creaked opened slowly, Pichu cautiously peered through. As he stepped through the room, he suddenly felt a wet velvety feeling under his paws. Looking down at his paws, he realized he was touching moss. As he slowly paned his borrowed phone across the room, it eventually stopped at a small black …bird fan thingie. “Ooooo pretty bird!” Pichu excitedly skipped over to it. His noisiness startled the bird, causing it to scamper away like a emo turkey. Right on time, the roar of water started rushing from behind him. Turning to face the sound, Pichu came face to face to the largest flood he ever saw. Speaking to his livestream, “Uhhh oh shoot am I am in danger?” He casually commented. Pichu decided the best way to look cool for the cameras would be to act very calm, which wasn’t very difficult because he was such a sigma, but mostly because he played a lot of competitive stressful videos on livestream. Pichu was pretty sure his objective was to catch the bird. Lucky for him, the past few days the training center somehow trained him to be less physically hopeless. Noticing the many toppled trees, he scampered over to them, gaining high ground. Over the corner of his eye, a small turkey shaped chicken ran swiftly from the water. “Ah-ha!” He started chasing it, dashing clumsily between trees. He suddenly felt a wind sound flying by his ear, barely dodging a hologram’s swift claws. He almost got pushed into a watery doom by yet another hologram, but this time, he somehow predicted the attack from behind. Probably his gamer rizz again eh? Well he felt like flexing so he charged recklessly at the holograms again, barely avoiding getting tripped off the rock he was standing on while almost getting pushed off by the other hologram. “Headbutt!!” Screamed Pichu. The hologram that had the audacity to try to trip him fell to a watery doom. Possibly feeling sad for it’s fallen comrade, the hologram launched a flurry of attacks at him. Pichu somehow managed to dodge every single blow. But that had already winded him. The physically hopeless child suddenly sprung at it, catching it off guard. The second halogram fell onto a sharp tree stump, puncturing its false body and forcing it to disintegrate. By now, the surging waters had forced the emo turkey into the same enclosed space above the water. Pichu tried and failed multiple times to pounce on the bird. It was just too agile. He was running out of stamina, breathing heavily now. Finally, he used the remainder of his strength to belly flop the emo bird, finally catching it. “Bird caught!” Pichu announced. “Thank you for watching you should sponsor me in the arena, k‘thanks bye!” He finally finished the livestream. Although throughout his livestream he didn’t acknowledge the gamemaker’s presence, he suddenly turned and faced the cold distant glass wall, running his paws along his jawline. He probably had a sharper jawline then any of the game makers. He turned and slowly sauntered away.
(Livestream has started) “Yo what’s up chat? It’s your favorite streamer Pichu!” He confidently held the phone up, over his head, showing the hall of tributes nervously sitting in otherwise silence. The chat was constantly pointing Pichu’s phone, waiting impatiently for what they all logged on to watch: Pichu’s game makers. As the doors creaked opened slowly, Pichu cautiously peered through. As he stepped through the room, he suddenly felt a wet velvety feeling under his paws. Looking down at his paws, he realized he was touching moss. As he slowly paned his borrowed phone across the room, it eventually stopped at a small black …bird fan thingie. “Ooooo pretty bird!” Pichu excitedly skipped over to it. His noisiness startled the bird, causing it to scamper away like a emo turkey. Right on time, the roar of water started rushing from behind him. Turning to face the sound, Pichu came face to face to the largest flood he ever saw. Speaking to his livestream, “Uhhh oh shoot am I am in danger?” He casually commented. Pichu decided the best way to look cool for the cameras would be to act very calm, which wasn’t very difficult because he was such a sigma, but mostly because he played a lot of competitive stressful videos on livestream. Pichu was pretty sure his objective was to catch the bird. Lucky for him, the past few days the training center somehow trained him to be less physically hopeless. Noticing the many toppled trees, he scampered over to them, gaining high ground. Over the corner of his eye, a small turkey shaped chicken ran swiftly from the water. “Ah-ha!” He started chasing it, dashing clumsily between trees. He suddenly felt a wind sound flying by his ear, barely dodging a hologram’s swift claws. He almost got pushed into a watery doom by yet another hologram, but this time, he somehow predicted the attack from behind. Probably his gamer rizz again eh? Well he felt like flexing so he charged recklessly at the holograms again, barely avoiding getting tripped off the rock he was standing on while almost getting pushed off by the other hologram. “Headbutt!!” Screamed Pichu. The hologram that had the audacity to try to trip him fell to a watery doom. Possibly feeling sad for it’s fallen comrade, the hologram launched a flurry of attacks at him. Pichu somehow managed to dodge every single blow. But that had already winded him. The physically hopeless child suddenly sprung at it, catching it off guard. The second halogram fell onto a sharp tree stump, puncturing its false body and forcing it to disintegrate. By now, the surging waters had forced the emo turkey into the same enclosed space above the water. Pichu tried and failed multiple times to pounce on the bird. It was just too agile. He was running out of stamina, breathing heavily now. Finally, he used the remainder of his strength to belly flop the emo bird, finally catching it. “Bird caught!” Pichu announced. “Thank you for watching you should sponsor me in the arena, k‘thanks bye!” He finally finished the livestream. Although throughout his livestream he didn’t acknowledge the gamemaker’s presence, he suddenly turned and faced the cold distant glass wall, running his paws along his jawline. He probably had a sharper jawline then any of the game makers. He turned and slowly sauntered away.