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There have only been a few times that Jack has streamed, once for his 100th Happy Wheels and again the other day for just a causal Q&A for a few hours. Why not steam Reading Your Comments? Everyone seemed happy enough for the live stream, not having to spend hours of editing, just start streaming and boom, a video. Everyone will just to wait out the awkward silences for Jack to find another screenshotted comment.
“Man, one hundred comments. You know how hard it was to find that many?” Jack says after a couple of minutes of streaming, waiting for everyone to flood in, as they always do. Jack felt a sort of giddiness, something in the back of his chest, a craving, a wanting, but he just shrugged it off as something because of the stream. He wasn’t nervous, was he? He had live streamed before, everything was where it should be, shouldn’t be a problem.
“Ok, I think we will go ahead and get started, everyone cool with that?” He looks at chat for a reply rubbing his scruff, of course every comment was racing, making his eyes go all eh. Chat was pretty much giving him the ‘go ahead’. “Ok, cool.” He smiles and looks towards the camera
“I had to take screen shots of each one, so I apologize for having to wait so long for the next comment, you can’t just edit through a live stream ehe.” He smiles again and looks at the first comment.
“OH KAY, um, ‘If you had to live in either the Bioshock word or Fallout which would it be?’ Says Kate. Well Kate, um, I think probably Bioshock just because you get to get plasmids (or vigor) whichever you like to call them uh, and you would have these super powers, man that would be awesome- granted they could make you crazy but- eheh, but um yea, that’s what I would pick- Bioshock. Not much of a Fallout dude.” Jack looks down towards his phone to find another question, then looks to see chat. For a second he sees faint blurry lines on his screen, he blinks to regain his eyesight, and they are no longer there. He rubs his eyes, and sighs quietly. This was going to be a long stream.
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In-between questions he would pause to read chat or drink some water, the views would fluctuate but he didn’t mind it. Every now and again, he would hear something and because this was livestreamed he wasn’t going to question it in front of viewers. He was pretty good and pacing the whole ‘Anti’ stuff out and it was usually planned, but he didn’t feel like being Anti today at least, so he ignored it.
“Alright, well I believe this is our last question. Man, this was fun! I’m glad you guys came out here for this.” Even though he was a bit tired, he was happy everyone was enjoying it. But some of the joy he felt, didn’t feel like it was from the viewers, he still had that pestering giddiness from before.
Hearing something beyond the door, Jack’s head turned awkwardly towards the door. “Wiishu, is that you?” He waited for a moment. “Babe?” Blue eyes darted towards the ceiling to keep his ears open for an answer. Nothing. Jack shrugged.
“Ok um.” He looked up to start reading the question when suddenly he gasped. All the blood rushed from him and he is cold. No, he thought. Please. He felt this feeling before, whenever he gets scared during a let’s play, or whenever he was in character for Anti, but usually he was able to push aside the feeling of dread, the feeling of destruction but Jack wasn’t prepared this time. Vision blurred, he leaned in to see chat, everyone could now that he face had become pale. This has to stop before it gets worse, he thought. His hand hovered over the mouse to click ‘stop recording’ but he couldn’t bring himself to do it, Anti was already in too deep. There was nothing Jack could do, tears began to sting his eyes. Echoed crackled laughter began feel Jacks head.
Th͜e͢͡y̶̡ ̢͠a̴r͡͝e ̷no͏̷thi͠ng͝.
No.
Y̧͡o̴͠͞u͢ ̸h̴͡͝o͡n͘es̶t̶̨l͟͝y̵ ̵̡t̢̛hįn̴̨̛k͢͝ ̷͜t̨͢hey̶̢͘ ̧c̢a̶re̡ ̴̨ab̢͝out̸ ̶̨y̴͘͞ơ̴̡u,̧͡ ͢ţh͟e̸̡͢y͜ ̶w̸a͡n͟͜t ͝y̶ou̷͠ o̧n̡͘l͢͝͝y͠ f̡or̵̨͡ ̴͘m͏̸e̵. ̶
Jack starts to hiccup, he claps his hands over his ears to attempt to stop the pain from within. Hot tears stream from his eyes. Stop. The screen glitches for a bit, the stream lags. The chat, of course go frantic. Messages fly by that say “ANTI!” They have no idea, no idea they danger Jack is in. This wasn’t supposed to happen, this isn’t a joke, they wouldn’t believe him if he called for help, if he even could call. They wouldn’t believe him.
“Stop!” Jack screams, his voice breaking, or maybe it was the audio peaking. No one can tell, Jack is too locked in a trance to comprehend anything. Everything hurts, every cell in his brain feels like they are going to explode, and for a moment he wants to die. How could they let this happen to me? It’s their fault, it all their fault. T͘h̢ey ̴b̵̡etr͠a̵͜ye̛d̸ ̡͏̴y̕o͘͠u̵͢. Betrayed me?….Yes, they did. My god they did.
“Yo͟u ͏all̶ let this happen.” He says with a soft shaky breath, and looks directly into the camera. The chat now has been disabled. When did that happen?
Suddenly Jack’s throat starts to contract, it’s like he has forgotten to breathe. He rushes both his hands to his throat, gasping for air. He starts to feel an invisible line run across his trachea and warm liquid pour on his hands. In attempt to break away from the camera to spare the thousands of people watching in excitement, he gets up from his chair, he takes two steps but stumbles and falls over. His vision goes completely black as soon as his head hits the ground.
The people watching can now hear the echoed laughter, the stream going more laggy and ridged more than before. Then, right before the stream ends, everyone can see a pale hand what seems to be covered in red pixels grab onto the desk.