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DING! "GaM3rKiLZTr!LZ said 'That’s good kid you suck! Jump off a bridge!'" Another donation notification goes off on the screen. "Whatever. He doesn't know what the fuck he is talking about. Asshole." Alex says to himself pretending not to be bothered by the comment. He turns to look at the second screen he set up to check his chats online. Not many viewers were watching him today. "Come on! I can do better!" he said angrily. He turned back to the gaming screen on the left. "Ok ok, get in the game you can do it." He began to lean closer to his screen. Quickly changing his emotions with every kill. "Fuck you!" “Cheater!” “Fucken NOOB!” he screamed at the top of his lungs. "YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!" he spits at his computer screen, slamming his fist on the desk shaking his webcam stand. DING! "COnSt@NkSN!pR said 'I love the toxicness! Teenage Drama Queen!'" Alex turns to the webcam. "Oh, yeah you shit?" and raises his middle finger to the cam lens "FUCK YOU TOO!" pissed off and angry he goes back to playing online.
DING! "M0mZBllZ23 said 'AHAHAHA NOOB! Only like the rages. Shit Streamer.'" the robotic stream notification goes off again. Alex begins to play more aggressively, constantly yelling into his microphone calling other players names. "SHITHEAD!" “NOOB!” his neck veins begin showing with each word that came out of his mouth. Yet, no matter how angry he gets he can’t look away from his second screen, fixated over the comments. His eyes began to swell and turn red from the flashing lights of the screen, trying his hardest not to blink and miss his chat. Proving to his few fans watching online he is a pro streamer and gamer. He is willing to die for what he loves. He never wanted anything more then to just play games all day.
Again, and again, he kept dying. Match after match he kept losing. "FUUUUUUUUCK!" He began to scream at his screen, throwing his chair with the momentum of him standing up. "ILL FUCKEN FIND YOU! YOU PIECE OF SHIT! STUPID MOTHER FUCKER! IM FUCKEN BETTER THAN YOU! YOU CHEATER!" DING! And before he can even hear what the notification said, he throws his keyboard to the ground, looking towards his second screen to shut down his stream. In a fit, he grabs his chair and throws it across the room, jumping into his bed and throwing the pillows over his face.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.
Small little taps come from outside his door. "HONEY?" A fragile voice comes from the other side. "Honey? Everything ok?” The small voice asks again.
No response.
“How’s my favorite streamer doing?”
Silence.
"Well, if you're taking a break, I left a snack outside your door, in case you're hungry." Alex jumps straight out of bed "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE ME ALONE!" he yells, throwing one of the pillows at the door.
THUMP! The door hits the frame, and the shadow disappears from under the door.
Alex struggles to get out of his bed, he really only moves from his chair to bed and vice versa. He rolled to his side and pushes himself up with his arms. Scooting himself to the edge of the bed he gets up with some struggle. The floor creaks with every step he takes towards the door, he opens it slowly.
"Hello! Thought you might be hungry!" An old, white-haired lady said on the other side. "Fuck Jesus mom! I told you not when I'm working. This is my life and I have to be streaming at all times." he snatches the food from her hands. "But I mean... they pay you a dollar or two to yell or get angry. I don't think..." she hesitates to get the words "We need more than a couple dollars a week to pay the electricity and well..." she tilts her head up towards him almost as if she is looking up the side of a mountain. "And well Alex... you are Thir..."
"MOM JUST SHUT UP! I TOLD YOU THE MORE I STREAM THE MORE THEY WILL PAY ME! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! YOU DON'T WORK ANYWAYS! YOU CAN'T WORK! AT LEAST ONE OF US IS DOING SOMETHING OR TRYING TOO! WE CAN'T ALL JUST LIVE OFF OUR SAVINGS LIKE YOU!" He got closer to her, shadowing her from the lights hanging above. "But..." she takes a step back trying to find her words. "MOM LET ME STREAM LET ME WORK!" he takes a step back, the house shook at the sudden slam of the door and wind flew past her. "But..." she stammers to get out as she turns to walk back down the stairs.
He turns around putting the plate of microwaved food on his desk. Looking at the greasy cheese ooze out of the side of the bread. His lips begin to water as he turns his computer back on. "Hot Pockets. Nothing will ever be better. Greatest food ever." He takes a bite, the grease falling down the side of his mouth. "MMMM" he licks his lips and laughs. "Ok time to get back to work" he struggles to bend down and pick up the keys that flew off the keyboard. His stomach getting in the way of him bending his knees, so he needs to find the right objects to leans against. He sets his keyboard back on his desk, sits down, and little out of breath but normal for him. He takes another bite of the food and more grease begins to cover his mouth. "Now time to login and set the camera again." he taps away at the keys, focusing the camera on himself.
DING! He turns to the second screen. Shocked he had to take a double take at what he was seeing. "What the hell."
DING! "Cr@zyKillah said 'Saw the video on YouTube. LOVED IT!" Alex's notifications are going crazy. "YouTube?" he thinks to himself. His heart begins to pound against the bones in his chest, his stomach begins to feel weightless and his blood feels ice cold. He starts sweating, his fingers moving faster than he can type, he struggles to type in his name. "Trending?" he clicks on the first video titled "Toxic Streamer Fails" There it was. About Forty-seven seconds into the video he sees it. Two quick clips of him spitting at the screen and flipping the camera off. "No NO NO!' he begins to freak out and scrolls to the comment section hoping no one noticed. "Nope, nothing yet of me" he says shaking, still scrolling hoping no one noticed. And there it was, the comment he feared to read.
"Wait... he wrote... '47 seconds in is me when I die'... uh...wait he likes it?" Alex says confused as he clicks on the more comments section. "This is what I need in life!" and "FUCK YEAH! TOXIC I LOVE IT!" Confused he continues to read nothing else except comments wanting to see more of him getting angry online. He turns to his second screen to see his progress tracker, a hundred new follows since the video went up. He smiles and thinks to himself it is finally happening. "Toxic... they want toxic." he closes YouTube and begins to get his stream ready. "Just a few new edits." he says as he moves the mouse around the screen. "Edit Profile.... update headline...hmmm" he leans his elbow against the desk. "How about... The epitome of toxicity." He says proudly as he types in his new headline. "Now let's begin." he says.
Within Hours his stream is blowing up with more viewers than normal. More eyes begin to watch him with every scream he started to yell. "Fuck! SHIT!" these words take on a new meaning to him. Knock KNOCK. "Honey.... How's work going? Need anything?" "SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT MOM LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!" DING! Another notification goes off "CukNok13 said 'Get that old lady out the stream! BITCH ruining the stream! Keep Raging!'" the computer goes off again. "MOM GO FUCKEN DIE! EVEN THE STREAM DOESN'T LIKE YOU!" he laughs as yells to the door, hoping his mother heard. The shadow under the door disappears again. "Stupid bitch." Alex says to the webcam.
Another notification goes off and Alex begins to get more excited. "UrMomzNutS69 said 'Hate old people get her out there! Throw your keyboard again!'" Alex turns to the webcam. "OH don't worry guys! I hate old people too!" he says to the camera. "...especially her, she doesn't do anything but stay inside." Ding "ChickGamerRks23 says "Ironic lol"
"FUCKEN BITCH." Alex raises his middle finger and another notification pops up. "Yeah that's what you fucken stupid assholes like huh? Getting angry. Fine I'll show you assholes angry." Knock. "Honey Alex?" his mother calls again from the door. "Alex? Honey?" "WHAT DID I TELL YOU? DON'T BOTHER ME WHILE IM WORKING! YOURE SO FUCKEN STUPID!" he yells at his mother and the notification sounds begin to chime one after another. He thinks to himself. "Thats it let it all out now., show them toxic. Alex rushes to his door and swings it open. "YOU CAN ABSOLUTLEY BURN..." the words begin to escape his mouth, and his mother's eyes begin to flood in tears. She falls to the ground as he towers over her yelling words no some should ever say to his mother "You can be bleeding and..." she is unable to process the words her son is saying to her. She looks at him from the ground, but the eyes she looked at weren't her son's. They were red with black in the middle. Silence fell over her and the only sounds in the room were the chimes from the computer. Her foot slid out his door way, and he slamed the door shaking the house once more.
His mother, unable to see clearly, makes her way down the stairs. Tears flowing out from the side of her eyes, she grasps on to the rail to prevent her from falling down the stairs. She makes it to the last step and kneels to the ground, and with all her strength she crawls to the living room and struggles to lay on the couch. Her hands clutching at the pain within her chest from her heart. She curls up onto the edge of the couch. Starring at the coffee table just in front of her. A picture of Alex on his tenth birthday holding up a black and green controller, smiling and hugging his mother sat on top. She slowly shuts her eyes, trying to find peace in the madness of his screaming. Her hands clutching her heart the same way Alex was holding the controller in the picture, she feels the weights of her eye lids shut and hold the left-over tears inside.
Suddenly she wakes up to something brushing her hair. It's Alex. "Alex honey? Are you ok? Are you hungry my sweetheart?" She sees him kneeling beside her next to the couch. "It's ok mom, don't worry. I just wanted to tell you I love you." He is holding the picture from the table in his left hand and the controller in the other. "You kept these the whole time?" he looks at her, redness around his eyes and the veins almost covering them entirely. "I just... I just always knew this was the moment you fell in love with games... so every year after that whenever I bought you a new system you wanted, I kept that controller as a memory." Tears began to rush from her eyes like a river flowing down her cheeks. She raises her hand to hold her son's face. Her hand gets stopped by the wire from the controller.
"Honey... why is the..." the words slip away as her neck began to burn. He pulls controller closer to his body. The heat intensifies, scorching her neck, her skin shifting to dark shades of red. Her eyes start swelling as the vessels grow and begin to fill with blood. "This is my favorite controller." he mutters to himself starring at the controller, moving the joysticks with his thumbs. She reaches to her son, while the other hand begins to tear into her skin to get between the wire. He starts tapping the red B button on the controller. "Yeah! That's it! COME ON! ILL HELP YOU! IM TAPPING THE BUTTON!" he begins laughing as he taps the B button pulling the controller closer to his face. She begins to scratch her neck with both hands, scraping the flesh from the wire around her neck. Tearing her throat, the air from her lungs begins to wheeze out her neck. Alex stands up, and slowly pulls the controller till
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the wire breaks his mother's neck. Her skin is torn apart from being squeeze and ripped from the wire.
"Well, I mean I guess I didn't tap the button fast enough right mom?" Alex gets up, and puts the photo back on the table along with the controller. He leans over and kisses his mother on her forehead. "I have to go back to work now." He grabs the controller from the table and picks up his mother head from the couch. "Come on mom, we both can work now." He walks back to his room and sits at his chair. "Hmmmh... I know what I'll do." he grabs his mother's head and begins to set it on top of his screen. "Hm, this would work better." He grabs the lamp from the side of the table. "Yup this should do it." He places the head as if it were on a stake. "Actually, I like this idea a lot better." He fiddles around with the head a little more. "Yeah that will do." he turns to his second screen. "Oh, good people are already waiting for me to stream." he turns towards the camera that is now in his mother's mouth. "Alright we are gonna try something new." he raises the controller to the camera. "So, I found this... let's see if it works." DING! "SeriousGMZ11 said 'Same system I fell in love with gaming too! Memories!" notification goes off once more. Alex looks back to his mother's eyes. "Yeah... I remember that day, almost as if it was today. Let’s start the Stream.” Alex smiles and starts his game.