Expired scoffed as the gamer girl alicorn played coy with the chat. He waited patiently for the bullshit walls to drop again.
For a moment he felt something. The same feeling he got when she muted the mic earlier. She was honestly a different phony. A real one. She was so good at turning this persona on and off again that, honestly, it was a little terrifying. Hush Money spilled her guts then the walls went right back up. She was so trapped in this world they couldn't have a five minute conversation, argument or whatever this was about to be in private. He may of just let this one go. It was in the wrong. He did judge her. But, she just had to go there.
' B r e a d b o y '
The words searing hot in his mind. When was the last time he heard that?
"Oh...you really are a gamer girl, cause you are here to play games. Well let's play princess..." Exp said clapping his 'hooves' together in front of him. He wasn't a little kid anymore and he was not about to hide or apologize.
"Here is the thing, I don't care." He hissed.
"You can play pretend with your internet neckbeards all you want, but it was completely inappropriate for you to bring that here. Not a single phony here deserved to be put on blast for being single or lonely. We didn't sign away consent to be victims to your little game. I'd be real f*ckin' curious to know what the layer, here tonight, would have to say about this. How many of us were called ugly, freak or loser in your little stream tonight? I'd honestly love to know..." Expired huffed as blind rage just ate at him. He couldn't remember the last time he was this worked up. Singsong had work so hard to help him put away all of these emotions, but without her, the worst of him was coming out tonight. "Most of the phonies here, this evening, came looking for a real connection. Vulnerable. Heart on their sleeves. You abused that for what ever the hell this is..." Expired motioned between her and the camera. "And for what... For views? subscribers? To 'find someone you can feel safe to be yourself around'?? Please..." Expired rolled his eyes, using her earlier words against her now.
"I judged you? Poor thing. Poor beautiful, helpless, stupid girl. That could have chosen to be anything life. But, no, you chose to be a fake."
"Hey chat." He said in his best fake breathy voice. "I'm here to embarrass some phonies today and make myself feel better about being alone. But it's okay. I am a good person because I read your stalker emails and send the biggest losers money. Again, to make myself feel better. Hehe.~" Expired played it up, by pretending to brush long lushes lock of hair from his face. He certainly took it too far, but he was pissed. If he got kicked out of the club, for causing a scene, he would consider it a blessing.
"And what do you get by coming back over to me? To prove something? No? You want to stream some drama? Want to show off the poor bitter phony with the bread leg off to your chat again? Grow up." Expired said sternly.
For a moment he felt something. The same feeling he got when she muted the mic earlier. She was honestly a different phony. A real one. She was so good at turning this persona on and off again that, honestly, it was a little terrifying. Hush Money spilled her guts then the walls went right back up. She was so trapped in this world they couldn't have a five minute conversation, argument or whatever this was about to be in private. He may of just let this one go. It was in the wrong. He did judge her. But, she just had to go there.
' B r e a d b o y '
The words searing hot in his mind. When was the last time he heard that?
"Oh...you really are a gamer girl, cause you are here to play games. Well let's play princess..." Exp said clapping his 'hooves' together in front of him. He wasn't a little kid anymore and he was not about to hide or apologize.
"Here is the thing, I don't care." He hissed.
"You can play pretend with your internet neckbeards all you want, but it was completely inappropriate for you to bring that here. Not a single phony here deserved to be put on blast for being single or lonely. We didn't sign away consent to be victims to your little game. I'd be real f*ckin' curious to know what the layer, here tonight, would have to say about this. How many of us were called ugly, freak or loser in your little stream tonight? I'd honestly love to know..." Expired huffed as blind rage just ate at him. He couldn't remember the last time he was this worked up. Singsong had work so hard to help him put away all of these emotions, but without her, the worst of him was coming out tonight. "Most of the phonies here, this evening, came looking for a real connection. Vulnerable. Heart on their sleeves. You abused that for what ever the hell this is..." Expired motioned between her and the camera. "And for what... For views? subscribers? To 'find someone you can feel safe to be yourself around'?? Please..." Expired rolled his eyes, using her earlier words against her now.
"I judged you? Poor thing. Poor beautiful, helpless, stupid girl. That could have chosen to be anything life. But, no, you chose to be a fake."
"Hey chat." He said in his best fake breathy voice. "I'm here to embarrass some phonies today and make myself feel better about being alone. But it's okay. I am a good person because I read your stalker emails and send the biggest losers money. Again, to make myself feel better. Hehe.~" Expired played it up, by pretending to brush long lushes lock of hair from his face. He certainly took it too far, but he was pissed. If he got kicked out of the club, for causing a scene, he would consider it a blessing.
"And what do you get by coming back over to me? To prove something? No? You want to stream some drama? Want to show off the poor bitter phony with the bread leg off to your chat again? Grow up." Expired said sternly.