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You knock lightly on Jerma's office door and push it open a little. "Hey, 'm gonna stream," you state simply.
"Alright, have fun," he replies, stretching his arms above his head. With that, you pull the door to a crack and head back to your own office space.
Living with Jerma has been more fun than you thought it would be. It always makes you chuckle when you could hear him make weird screaming noises from across the house. Or throw odd jokes at each other while trying to find something for dinner; weird bits that have just turned into inside jokes by now. And playing with Otto and walking him every now and then was always nice. You sigh contently as you poke around in your pre-stream chat, hyping yourself up to get ready for the stream. You adjust your mic, recheck everything is ready to go, and turn the lights off before, "Hello, everyone!"
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You slump down in your chair, whining and twitching as you rapidly smash the attack button on your controller. Zombies and demons surrounded you, quickly draining your health. “Ugh, c'mon!!” you groan and sit back up as the death screen lit up your face. You groan again and read chat, them either hyping you up or being incredibly mean at your lack of zombie / demon fighting skills. "Alright, okay, whatever, let's try again."
The game drops your character back to the last autosave and you start exploring a new area. The area is dark, and you catch yourself (or your vague shadowy figure, rather) in the stream view. You continue slowly walking through the new area, whining as you try to peek around corners and squinting your eyes, trying to brace or jumpscares.
In his own office, Jerma was setting up his own stream, talking to chat before starting up the main game for the night.
“‘where's (Y/N)?’” he reads chat out loud. "They're playing a scary game right now, I dunno what it's called though."
He continues reading chat, a few people commenting the name of the game, as well as random shitposts and copypastas, but one caught his eye.
'their room is dark, go scare them'
He hops out of his chair, mumbling a very rushed ‘'m gonna go scare ‘em’ into the mic before bolting out of the room and creeping his way to your office.
You’ve been in the dark area, what turned out to be a maze, for a while. You've decided to just go straight (or as straight as you could stick), still creeping around carefully. You keep making conversation with chat and stopping randomly when something seemed too sketchy. The eery music in the game suddenly stops.
"Nope, nope, no, uh-uh," you turn your character around and start walking back the safe way. You notice your shadowy figure in the cam view wiggle a bit, but turn back to the game, chalking it up to poor lighting and the game for freaking you out. You keep walking, trying to get away from whatever was trying to jumpscare you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see the chat speed suddenly spike.
"Oh, no," you mumble and lean closer to try and read chat. "'turn around', 'turn around', 'look behind you’," you read aloud. "Oh God, what?" You turn your character around multiple times, trying to see what was behind you. Your heart was nearly thumping out of your chest and you were sure your mic was picking it up. Why did you decide to play this game, Jesus Christ . Suddenly, two hands slap down on your shoulders. You flinch majorly and a high-pitched scream leaves your throat. You tear off your headphones and whirl your chair around and face Jerma, who is nearly doubled over laughing. You scream-groan at him in frustration before cracking a smile of your own.
"Oh my God, I hate you!" you wave your hand at him, trying to get a few playful slaps in. "Get outta here, Jesus !" you gently push his arm away and watch as he giggles his way out of the room, and a cocky ‘goodbye’ before fully shutting the door. You turn back to your desktop, put your headphones back on and look to chat. Clip after clip and many capitalized comments slip past your screen a mile a minute, and you chuckle as you read the ones you could.
"God, who was that even. Hate that guy," you mutter into the mic with a smile and pull yourself up to your desk again and resume the scary game. What a weirdo that guy was.