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“Hellllooo everyone, how’s everybody doing?” Backseat said making sure everything was working correct, since twitch and OBS tended to be unreliable sometimes, it was to be expected for the king of glitches he supposed.
He began to read out greetings and usernames of people in the chat, it was an easy conversation starter and helped chat feel engaged. Plus the interaction helped him feel less like a man talking to his computer and more like he was actually talking to people.
He had decided on a whim to pull up security breach again for this stream, yes largely he had glitched all there was to glitch but at the same time, there was a certain fondness for the Jank of the game and it would be a while before he could play help wanted 1 & 2 (and mess around with the horrors of VR streaming).
This time he wanted to try something different but similar, by combining invisible enemies with AstralSpiffs itemless run, it would require an older patch but he hoped it would be a fun challenge considering how hard the invisible enemies was on its own.
As he pushed the bowling ball aggressively against the wall of Freddy’s room trying to get out, he had a nagging feeling something was wrong but he ignored it and pressed on.
He eventually got out of the room and was pushing the bowling ball to it’s next target, the wall near the old curtain jump skip, hoping to access the atrium early. So far the run had been relatively easy with a few out of bound shenanigans occurring, then again this part of the game had no enemies you could interact with at this point. Again something was nagging at him, was his sound levels too low? Nope, a quick glance proved otherwise. Was his avatar frozen, no he didn’t use it after the fan art sections of the stream, Backseat eventually concluded that it must have been the result of sequencing breaking the game somewhat and he was simply feeling weird about not getting the items. It felt like an optimistic idea sure, but it was the only one he had.
He powered through the rest of the stream, stopping when he attempted to drop down to the main lobby and trigger 12am but became trapped in the lobby after he failed to get back into the wall before it reloaded. Trust security breach to load in record time when he needed it to lag.
“Well with that chat I’m going to call it a day, it’s only been a short stream today but I’ve got some very important séances to go to. Let me see if there is someone to raid” fortunately AstralSpiff was streaming today so he was an easy target to raid.
“Bye chat, don’t forget to say hi to spiff for me!” He said as he launched the raid and ended the stream. However, he found that neither twitch nor obs would close, he though initially that it might be glitched and the stream might somehow be still going.
“Chat? I’m having problems with OBS, you still here?” No response which meant he was probably in the clear. He had no idea what an earth was going on but if normal methods failed there was always the trusted IT workers way: the power button.
Amused by the fact that even his computer experienced glitches, Backseat decided to open up discord on his computer before he turned it off. He could leave the twitch tab and OBS tab, but he simply couldn’t close them. It was weird, he also noticed that the program that ran his BS avatar was still going, despite the fact he definitely closed it earlier. He tried to close it, again no luck.
“Am I being hacked or something?” He asked aloud to no one.
Backseat: Hey guys, I tried to end stream but OBS and Twitch won’t close. Now my avatar has come back from the dead. I don’t know what’s happening but it’s amusing lol.
He wrote on the stream chat tab of his discord server.
Agdusjbsk: ha ha of course that would happen to you Backseat
Ahdhejwbka: lol, you’re being haunted by yourself
Gahajajjak: maybe you are being hacked
Backseat: I’m sure I’m not, wait…
It was then backseat noticed that there were no usernames showing up in the chat, just garbled message of text in rainbow colours.
Backseat: maybe I am, even your names are glitched out, anyone know good tech support lul
He was still trying to find the humour behind it but the nagging fear from earlier was back. Suddenly amoung the mess of garbled usernames, a single blue one stood out.
Tronmo: dw Backseat, I’ve had that glitch before. Try clicking on a glitched name, then it should revert to normal.
Part of Backseat was sceptical but Tronmo had never led him astray before so he did as he asked. Suddenly his monitor decided to mimic the Sun and he had to close his eyes from the brightness. When he opened them he was in complete darkness.
“Wha? Did my computer trip the electrics?” He said confused. He tried feeling around for his phone to turn on the torch but couldn’t find it…he couldn’t find the desk either. It was getting far too weird, even for him.
Suddenly a glow appeared, it was a figure in the shape of a default human (think toilet sign icon) with a soft green glow. Above them was the garbled text from before but it flicked and changed into a readable username.
Notdrawingcuzicant: hey backseat any luck? Did it fix the problem
It was weird, he could see the dialogue before him but also watched as a little mouth on the figure opened and closed whilst he heard animal crossing villager noises. Wait that username…wasn’t that one of the stream artists?
He backed away a little before deciding to speak
Backseat: uh…I don’t think so. Things have gotten more weird. It’s like I put on a Vr headset or something
ToastToast: BS are you ok?
Another person appeared before him with a green glow, ‘another stream artist’ he noted silently.
Did he accidentally slip on a VR headset and enter a weird VR version of discord? Surely not….but then what was the logical reason for this.
He was going to reply no but suddenly he felt something shift.
Backseat: Ha ha everything’s resolved now. I’m fine
The text before him appeared alien. He did not say that.
“Wait! That’s not what I said” but no text popped up. In desperation, he went to approach one of the figures but hit a solid wall separating him. At the same time, a blue figure appeared
Tronmo: well that’s a relief. At least now you can be sure you weren’t hacked.
Backseat: yeah, I was really worried for a second there.
Backseat watched the exchange in horror and confusion, who was saying these things? Was this really discord? What on earth was going on?
The figures disappeared as he heard his phone ring, Backseat looked around to try and find it and answer it, maybe then he could ask someone what the hell was happening.
“Hello” Backseat froze at the sound of his own voice, he followed the sound to look up and saw….himself. The real him.
Above the dark void was a huge screen showing his room, his microphone and …him? It looked like a giant screen in the sky and Backseat felt even more confused than before.
“What…but that’s me?” Backseat said even more confused now. This was starting to stress him out.
“Oh hi mum, yeah nothing much, just finished a stream….huh oh yeah-“. The voice of his doppelgänger continued, Backseat could faintly hear his mother talking to this…imposter!
“MUM! I’m right here! I have no idea who you are talking to but I’m right here! Muuuum!” Backseat yelled putting his hands around his mouth in a futile effort to get his voice to carry further. Neither his mum nor his copy seemed to hear though as his copy stood up and left the room.
“No!” Backseat said in frustration, he then noticed that his hands had felt…lighter than usual.
He looked down to see gloves? The same kind his avatar wore and then he noticed he had no arms, or a torso…or a neck.
“Am I?….no…there’s no way!” He said freaking out.
He had two theories, neither of which he liked.
One, he had been transported into his computer and become his avatar
Two, he was the avatar the whole time and had simply become self aware with the memories of Realseat.
“WHAT. IS . HAPPENING!?!” He exclaimed in frustration
“Can I at least leave this space?” He said frustrated, as soon as he said this a menu popped up which looked like windows.
“If I’m in a computer then….” He pressed the search bar and typed in twitch
Suddenly the world shifted around him and he found himself in a purple dressing room with the twitch logo branded onto everything. On the mirror surrounded by twitch logo shaped lights he saw a play button
“Yes! That probably means I can start a stream right? At this point pushing buttons couldn’t make the situation worse , right?”
He jumped up onto the dressing room seat which was a bit too tall for him (why did he have to design bs to be so small)
“Maybe if I let chat know what’s happening they can let me out!” He exclaimed, as cool as it was being inside of a computer and having his Tron moment, he was too terrified plus fond of his fleshy being to consider becoming a permanent resident.
Just as he was about to hit play however, a blue force field formed around the button repelling backseat as he touched it. Backseat winced as he forced himself not to fall unconscious
“Hmmm….I had hoped you would be successful. Things seemed to have been going so much more smoothly this time” this time??? Backseat thought confused.
The figure smashed the mirror and with it any chances of escaping.
“I must admit, I was surprised after I cut you off from discord you figured a way out. I am impressed you made it this far.” The figure got closer and backseat saw a blue medieval boot
“You were close, I grant you that. But alas…” the figure grabbed his face and backseat was now able to see clearly who it was.
“You know to much. Now I’ll have to start over, Again” the figure said in annoyance and backseat finally recognised them
“Tronmo” he said bitterly
“Hello Backseat”
And the world went black.
In backseats room, the real backseat leaned back into his chair.
“Guess I’ll have to start again…hmm, what about Backstreet Streams this time?”
A faint smile graced his blue skin, as a heavy helmet rested on the desk.
“Hopefully this time. I don’t need to reset”