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Y/N sighed as she looked over to her chat. It had been a slow night, so far she had ranked in roughly 576 viewers, 10 new followers, and even 3 subscribers. Tonight she had just been playing around in her Minecraft world, farming and mining to ease her mind. Chat had been asking her if she was okay, why her face cam wasn’t on, when the next video on her YouTube channel was coming out; it was exhausting but it made Y/N smile with how much her chat interacted with her.
Sure, there weren’t many viewers, so what if she didn’t stream or upload on a strict schedule, and what if she got a few hate messages about her gaming channel: it was moments like these that made this small hobby worth it.
Suddenly, a little chime entered through Y/N black headset and a robotic male voice spoke, “Hey there, (Streamer Name), I noticed you’re not doing so well and I want you to know that all of us in chat appreciate you streaming right now. You are awesome and I hope you get through whatever it is you’re going through. Happy Streaming and here’s the $10!”
”Aaww, thank you so much, DogeMemer201. That’s really nice of you to donate, really, y’all don’t have to.” Y/N watched as chat flooded with replies like ‘yes we do’, ‘anything for our favorite cinnamon roll’, and ‘we love you’. Y/N actually had to pause her game so she could read through them all and while she didn’t have to, she wanted to let Chat know she paid attention to everyone.
And what really caught Y/N’s attention is when the view count suddenly spiked from 577 (‘that’s odd, when did the number go up one?’ she thought) to over 209,000 in mere seconds, and the RAID emote was suddenly being spammed in chat. Y/N was currently the only moderator and seeing her chat suddenly explode with spam had her computer fan virring to life immediately. Y/N’s eyes went wide as she scanned the chat for an answer as to who the raider was, none of her streamer friends had this many viewers!
”A raid?! Oh my God, by who?” Somewhere, lost in the string of spam in chat, Y/N caught glimpses of ‘WILBUR SOOT RAID’ and WILBUR HAS SENT US!’ Y/N felt like her eyes were going to pop from her head from how wide they surely were, and her jaw dropped as the male robotic voice flowed through once more, “Evening there, (Streamer Name)! I hope you don’t mind the raid! Keep Chat entertained for me now, won’t you? ;)” followed by the chime of a donation that had Y/N at tears,
”Th-thank you so much Wil-Wilbur Soot for the $200!”
Y/N caught some strings of messages that were trying to cheer her up, and the donations started raking up, ranging from $3 to $50 and Y/N had to express through tears that she deeply appreciated all the donations and viewers. Taking a few deep breaths, Y/N cleared her throat and spoke into her poorly set up microphone, “He-hello everyone! So sorry for that, as you can see I’m not used to such big raids. Um, so I don’t do much on here but play Minecraft, or just chatting, things like that. Th-this stream is a chill stream, I’m just mining and working on my farm here in my world! I’ll talk with y’all and keep you guys company if you do the same, yeah?”
Y/N saw the chat flood with variations of ‘yes’ and a few happy emotes. Y/N put on her “Safe To Play On Stream” soothing playlist and continued with her game, talking to chat and answering some questions that dono’s had about her channel. Eventually, after a couple of hours, Y/N yawned into her mic and saw that it was nearly 4 am. She sighed softly.
”Okay, guys, I think that’s enough streaming for tonight! Or day, depending where you’re from,” she nervously chuckled. “Thank you so much again, everyone, for the donations, the subs, and the company! I hope to see y’all next stream and have a wonderful day and/or night! Byyyyyyeee Chaaaaat!”
As Y/N went to end stream, she saw hundreds of byes and farewells. Once she ended it, she took another look at her channel and couldn’t help the tears that gathered in her eyes. Her mere 400 follower account and 740 subs had grown to 6,341 followers and 156,985 subs in the past 5 hours. She wiped at her eyes with the sleeve of her hoodie and stood up from her gaming chair, joints cracking and popping from finally being able to move after hours of unmoving.
Walking across her plush carpet, Y/N turned off her lights and fell onto her mattress with a “whump”, disregarding her usually nightly routine in exchange for sweet slumber. Lazily, she reached for her phone and set her alarm for 9:30 am. It was the weekend, sure, but Y/N had some errands to do and she had to obviously rethink this “small hobby” of hers in terms of recent events. Setting her phone down on the nightstand, Y/N yawned once more and disappeared into her soft comforter and pillows, not paying attention to the small chime or glow of light her phone gave off as a notification filled the device’s lock screen.
You received a Whisper from!: Wilbur Soot
Hey, I know it’s pretty late over there in America, but I just wanted to say that you’re a cool streamer. Keep up the hard work!