“What do you mean? How would I earn money by gaming?” I ask.
FatalDe@thWish: Streaming. Open up an account on Streampunk.
Huh. I’ve never thought about that for myself, but I’ve heard about a lot of gamers who make good money streaming while they play.
I look at my setup and see that I already have everything I need to be able to do it. The webcam is a little on the older side, but if it still has good quality, it could work until I make enough to get a better one.
“I don’t know. Doesn’t that kind of thing take time to build up followers?”
“You’re a girl,” Grim points out like it’s obvious.
“Really?” I gasp. “Is that why I have tits and a vagina? I thought they were just for show.”
Waffle snorts. “Haha, little Omega. Very funny.”
I suck in a soft gasp, thighs clenching together again. Holy fuck. Why did he have to say that? And why do I like it so much?
Relax, Addie, before you cream your damn pants.Is my heat starting soon? It shouldn’t be for at least another month.
“I mean it. You’re a girl. Once they see you online, the followers will come flowing in,” Grim says, then pauses for a moment. “You know what? Nevermind. Men are pigs. Let’s find another idea.”
That has me laughing. “How do you know I’m even attractive? You’ve never seen me on cam or a photo of me.”
“We can tell by your voice. Soft and sweet,” Waffle whispers. “It's impossible that a voice like that doesn’t belong to a beautiful woman.”
Yeah, at this rate, I’m going to live in delulu-land and be in love with these men for the rest of my life. I’m going to die old and alone.
“But if I stream, I’ll be on cam, and you’d see my face. I thought we agreed to keep this part of ourselves private? No revealing identities, remember?” Grabbing FooFoo, I place her in my lap and nervously pick at her ears.
“That was a deal a couple of young teenagers made. Maybe it’s time to stop hiding who we are,” Grim says.
My stomach is in knots, hope swelling to the surface.
“Or!” Waffle rushes in to add. “We can agree not to watch your lives. That way, we don’t know what you look like.”
And that little bit of hope comes crashing down.
FatalDe@thWish: I agree with Waffle. We won’t watch. You do your thing. Earn your money.
Him too? Why don’t they want to know what I look like? What my real name is? Who I am?
Are we always meant to stay as a mystery group of friends? Does this friendship mean more to me than it does to them?
Did we drift too far apart over the last few years due to my lack of playing, and I just didn’t realize it? Why did I think I could come back on after all this time, and things would just go back to normal?
Because you have a hard time letting go and moving on, Addie. Maybe it’s time to let this little fantasy go.
“You know what? That sounds like a good idea. I think I’m going to give that a try. Can’t hurt, right? And if it doesn’t work out, I’ll deal with it then. At least this is a solution for now.”
“That’s what I’m talking about. We can help get the word out and get you some followers,” Waffle offers.
“How? Tell your friends or something?”
“Something like that,” Grim mutters.
“We should get going,” Waffle sighs heavily. “Got an early morning.”
“Okay,” I whisper, soft and sad. “Goodnight.”
