This choice: Before you can reach her foot, River gets up from her computer... • Go Back...Chapter #7End of Stream by: Alina   Your heart pumped painfully. Sweat ran in rivulets down your back. Each breath felt like it grated against fields of broken glass someone had jammed into your throat and lungs. If you survived this ordeal, you were going to hit the gym. You’d spent too much time in front of the screen watching River and not enough planning for the moment you would have to scale her heel like a bug. Had that seemed like a likely situation when you subbed to her stream? No. Of course not. But the odds were clearly not zero!
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While an insect continued struggling across her carpet, jogging alongside the pale expanse of her exposed foot, River’s phone buzzed. Glancing down, she saw a message confirming the delivery at her P.O. Box and inwardly squealed!
“Hey guys! Sorry, but I’m gonna have to run really soon. Quick errand run, but I’ll be back this evening to continue to stream! Go get lunch, take a break, stretch. Self-care break!” she chirped, flashing a bright white smile to the camera. Chat was already filling up with the usual rounds of messages at the end of a stream. People wishing her well, people sad that their afternoon’s entertainment was ending, and the regular batch of assholes telling people (and her) off. Typical day. “Byeeeee~” River cheered before giving her regular sign-off. When she got the notification that the stream was over, she sat back in her chair and heaved a big sigh, digging her heels into the carpet under her desk. Ok…game time~
“A-Almost…there!” you panted as you finally made it to the back of River’s left foot, collapsing against the rough wall of skin to catch your breath. Your heart was hammering so loudly in your ears that you’d missed what she said, but the afternoon streams usually went a long time. A quick break wouldn’t be the end of the w-
THWACK~
Your ears were ringing as your body hit the ground like a sack of flour and went rolling head-over-heels. Everything hurt. Every joint, every bone, every muscle screamed out at you, begging for your immediate attention. Blunt-force trauma. With the constant whining in your ears, you gasped for air, clawing at the massive bundles of carpet fiber around you as you flipped over onto your back. You struggled to understand what the hell had just happened. It was like a badly edited film. Fragments. Little snippets of time. You’d made it to her heel. Rested. Then something chimed overhead. Movement. Pain. Blackness. She’d…moved? Her heel had hit you like a bus. If you hadn’t been so close to it, then the impact might have instantly killed you had the wall of bony mass gotten a chance to accelerate. Rolling onto your back, you sucked in another breathe, squinting your eyes shut as the lights overhead stung.
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And…then they didn’t.
Aching all over, you took a peek up…and regretted it. The ceiling of her room had been replaced by a pale, rolling sea of wrinkles coming towards you.
“Fuck! N-No! Nonononon-”
THOOOOM~
River stretched as she stood up and bounced out of the room, not noticing the tiny speck that had been stuck to the bottom of her foot for two steps. You’d peeled off her sole like a flake of dead skin, falling into the carpet. Battered, bruised, and beaten, it was merciful that her foot had knocked you out cold. But…the good luck didn’t last for long.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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