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It's not everyday where a popular streamer gets isekai'd into a world that has no idea who you are nor the content you post. Most people from that group would be freaking out about losing everything in a split second...
But Antoinette Kiyo?
Known for her photography, calm streams (that's highly questionable), her unhealthy obsession with frogs, and horrific luck with gachas.
She saw this as an opportunity. An opportunity to start fresh. Not be held back from her family. Can finally do what she wants to do without anyone knowing who she is..
That is until a certain red head discovers her account.
Now the cats are out of the bag, and now the majority of the NRC schools population knows her name.
All that's left to do is rebuild her pc, recover her account, and continue streaming... or die trying.
Antoinette Kiyo, a 16 year old girl who’s been streaming for the past few years of her life, but has been on the screen since childhood (via her mothers work). Normally, most children who grew up behind a screen would have a complicated time communicating with others in person versus on a screen, but Nette though? She thrived off of communicating with others at any live event she was going to, whether it being taking a trip to the local drug store or going to a con, she loved talking to people!
But one fateful Friday afternoon changed it all within mere seconds…
‘If we arrange the stream schedule a bit for the Q&A Sunday and add a scary compilation, maybe I don’t have to postpone the room tour for the next stream!’ Nette thought as she was as she was walking on the sidewalk to her next destination that day. It was basic errands her mother normally tells her to do. Get toiletries, stock up on cutlery, and get the latest confectionaries the local bakery is having.. Just the things Nette is allowed to get while she’s by herself.
‘Though, if we cancel the game I’m playing, maybe we’ll be able to watch more videos as well… though i’d rather tend to cucumber and fix his paludarium, i’ll have to do that once I end stream…’ Nette thought while she was crossing the street lost in thought.
“I wonder, what if one day I just stopped uploading all together and just… disappeared… Would people be mad? Sad? Disappointed? Who knows, I’d rath---” Nette said outloud, before her train of thought was overridden by the sound of a carriage.
“What the? Is that?--” is all she could say before the carriage would appear in front of her before everything turned black…
That was five or maybe six weeks ago, now she’s sitting in a rundown building sipping on tea while she hears Ace and Deuce go back and forth to see who was faster at reaching Ramshackle. On the other hand, you see Grim sneaking snacks from the kitchen (if you can call it that) from a certain baker in Heartslabyul.
‘I could get used to this… not having to stress out about uploading stuff nor making a schedule or even having to plan an outfit of the day for when I'm going out, let alone I’m finally able to be myself versus putting up a facade for my viewers… Maybe coming here wasn’t so bad. Though, I hope Cucumber is doing fine… hopefully mom didn’t kill him like she said she would… heh…’ Nette pondered to herself while having a sip of her tea.
“Oh yeah, ya know Nette, you remind me of a certain streamer I saw a few months ago.’ Ace said ignoring Deuce’s lack of response to his comment on his wrong pronunciation of his name.
“Eh? I do? How exactly though?”
“I dunno, but it feels like I’ve seen you before… I probs haven't though. Hey Juice, ya done gawkin at the hole in the wall that’s been there since YOU pushed me the other day?”
“For the last time, it’s Deuce! And no, I wasn't staring at it. Nette, ignore this idiot. You still wanna go to the S Shop right? Let's get a move on!” Deuce said with a foot out the door!
“Wait for me! Grim, quit stuffing your face and let’s go.”
“Quit ordering me around, I got it! Let’s be off Hench-human!”
“Coming!” Antoinette said.
‘Hopefully no one finds out about my streaming career. I like this peace of mind.’
Somewhere on campus…
It's been weeks since one of his favorite indie streamers went off the grid, and honestly… he was getting fed up with it. Sure her upload schedule lacked a ton, but her streams were consistent. It's been 41 days precisely since her last stream. It was her annual Q & A about her personal life, crushes (that we’re normally fictional), and etc leading to playing Umamusume! She was supposed to hold it until Sunday, but she got up and vanished out of thin air. No notice, no warning. Nothing.
Normally, Cater wouldn’t be so worried for a person's well being, but this was different. This was a person who grew up online. So, wasn’t having any of this any more, so he decided to hold his own investigation…
Countless nights of doomscrolling on her tiktok, her magicam, twitter he noticed something strange… strange where it was hard to deny how the girl he watches looks almost exactly like Nettie, the prefect of Ramshakle…
Which led us to now: him outside of Idia Shroud's room, the Housewarden of Ignihyde. Ortho happened to stop by dropping off some things before heading out again.
“Cater Diamond! What do you need from big brother?”
“Oh hey Ortho! Just wanted to see if Idia can do a side by side comparison of someone in this photo and Nettie.”
“Oh? Why do you want him to do that? Did you discover something about her somewhere?”
“Kinda…?”
Cater couldn’t tell if it was a lead to her to her home world, or it’s his mind playing tricks on him because his favorite streamer stopped uploading. Whatever it was, he was going to get to the bottom of it.
“I can help you with that Cater!” Ortho exclaimed enthusiastically
And so, they both ended up in Idia’s room (to which against his own will.)
“So you’re telling me, the girl in this picture resembles The girl who crashed the first day of school? Delusion isn’t a good look on you, Cater.” Idia said while focused on his game.
“Nii-san, just give it a go! You won’t know unless you try! Didn’t you also have the same speculations as Cater does since the other day?”
“You did? And to think I was going crazy…”
“Listen, the only reason I cared to even mention anything was because she has the same mannerisms as ANKI does K? Though, I’m only doing this because Ortho said so.”
So here they were, analyzing pictures from ANKI’s magicam to Nette Kiyo’s pictures taken a week ago at an unbirthday party.
`Analysis Complete.`
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`System Procoessing…`
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`Lookalike comparison: 100%`
All three boys stared at the computer screen in awe upon the results.
“Dawg, are we srs rn? You mean to tell me?”
“This whole time…”
“NETTE IS ANKI THE WHOLE TIME?!”
Well isn’t that great.
[Number of students who knows Nette’s secret: 03/22]