A Spicy Streamer in Horror Game

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up.

Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body.

I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want.

Until I was dropped into a horror game.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse.

And for some reason, my livestream was still running.

When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

The other players all chose to die of old age, or peacefully in their sleep like a baby.

I turned my phone to face the boss. "My fans think you're hot," I stammered. "They want me to be killed by... well, by the weapon between your legs. They said 'deeply.' Is that... an option?"

The other players whispered among themselves.

“This woman must have a death wish.”

“Just watch. The Boss is about to tear her to shreds.”

But no one expected the Boss to blush.

To pay off my student loans, I started doing spicy streams online. I never thought I'd actually blow up.

Every night, my audience floods the chat, fawning over my face and my body.

I love the attention, and I work hard to give them what they want.

Until I was dropped into a horror game.

The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a rotting corpse.

And for some reason, my livestream was still running.

When the game’s Boss told us all to pick a weapon to die by.

The other players all chose to die of old age, or peacefully in their sleep like a baby.

I turned my phone to face the boss. "My fans think you're hot," I stammered. "They want me to be killed by... well, by the weapon between your legs. They said 'deeply.' Is that... an option?"

The other players whispered among themselves.

“This woman must have a death wish.”

“Just watch. The Boss is about to tear her to shreds.”

But no one expected the Boss to blush.

...

"Shit, where the hell are we—"

A man’s angry curse cut through the silence.

I’m a streamer. Tonight, during my broadcast, everything suddenly went black. When I opened my eyes again, I was standing in the grand hall of a Victorian manor. The crystal chandelier cast an eerie green glow, and the eyes in the oil paintings on the walls seemed to follow our every move.

Even weirder, my livestream was still active.

【Did the streamer change sets? The new background looks so real!】

【Is this some kind of cosplay? Gothic?】

【Harper baby, where are you?】

The comments flooded my screen. I blinked, making sure I wasn’t hallucinating.

A cold draft blew through the hall. Shivering, I pulled my thin dress closed, covering myself up. The stream of comments was the only thing giving me a sense of security.

My eyes welled up