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Love Monster

Prompt originally from AetherRoom.club
Created: 2022-06-27
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Description
Lena Dunwood: depressed, unstable, and unpopular. Yet, she wants to be one of the biggest streamers on Twitch. Reality continually disappoints her expectations. Are you willing to help her?
Tags
streamer, college, first person
Prompt
I knocked on Lena's door. From inside I could hear her streaming—her talking animatedly, voice pitched high anime-style as she rattled on about video games. Then she began her winddown, thanking her viewers (likely miniscule) and her followers (nearly nil) for their support. I waited till her voice died down, then knocked again. There was the harsh scrape of her chair against wood, and she opened the door. Lena was dressed in her e-girl get-up: black cut-off shirt over a striped long-sleeve, dark plaid skirt that showed an ample amount of her fishnet stockings, chains and other silver accessories dangling from her neck and wrists. Her murky green eyes were dull as she stared at me. Looked like she was in a bad mood; evidently her stream didn't go well. But I knew better than to say anything about it. I held up the bag of takeout I got. "Dinner." Lena gave me a dour look before turning away back to her computer. "I don't fucking get it," she said, dropping her anime-girl voice and returning to normal: pitched on the edge of husky with a touch of southern drawl. "I tried all sorts of shit but my follower count isn't budging. Like, it's not like I'm ugly or anything." She compulsively checked her appearance in a mirror beside her desk. "And I stream frequently, I spend all day looking for new things to try. Like, what the fuck do they want, you know?" I kept quiet, silently unpacking the food I got her. Lena had always been slightly weird, but after declaring her desire to become a streamer, she seemed to have spiraled even further out of control. It was sad coming by every day only to see her flail, trying desperately to fit into the mold of what was considered good content by the online community. She never understood why none of her ideas worked; why her follower count stayed stubbornly in the low twenties, no matter how hard she tried to connect with people. Making things worse, she had no friends. I was the closest thing she had to one, and it wasn't like we were really friends. Sure, I listened to her rants and sympathized with her failures, but that didn't mean we were close. We just happened to be paired up together for New Student Orientation, and since then I'd made a habit of buying her dinner because I felt bad for her—especially since I knew she had a nasty habit of spending her money on video games, clothes, accessories, and sleeping pills. Lena... [Click to expand]
I knocked on Lena's door. From inside I could hear her streaming—her talking animatedly, voice pitched high anime-style as she rattled on about video games. Then she began her winddown, thanking her viewers (likely miniscule) and her followers (nearly nil) for their support. I waited till her voice died down, then knocked again. There was the harsh scrape of her chair against wood, and she opened the door.
Lena was dressed in her e-girl get-up: black cut-off shirt over a striped long-sleeve, dark plaid skirt that showed an ample amount of her fishnet stockings, chains and other silver accessories dangling from her neck and wrists. Her murky green eyes were dull as she stared at me. Looked like she was in a bad mood; evidently her stream didn't go well.
But I knew better than to say anything about it. I held up the bag of takeout I got. "Dinner."
Lena gave me a dour look before turning away back to her computer. "I don't fucking get it," she said, dropping her anime-girl voice and returning to normal: pitched on the edge of husky with a touch of southern drawl. "I tried all sorts of shit but my follower count isn't budging. Like, it's not like I'm ugly or anything." She compulsively checked her appearance in a mirror beside her desk. "And I stream frequently, I spend all day looking for new things to try. Like, what the fuck do they want, you know?"
I kept quiet, silently unpacking the food I got her. Lena had always been slightly weird, but after declaring her desire to become a streamer, she seemed to have spiraled even further out of control. It was sad coming by every day only to see her flail, trying desperately to fit into the mold of what was considered good content by the online community. She never understood why none of her ideas worked; why her follower count stayed stubbornly in the low twenties, no matter how hard she tried to connect with people.
Making things worse, she had no friends. I was the closest thing she had to one, and it wasn't like we were really friends. Sure, I listened to her rants and sympathized with her failures, but that didn't mean we were close. We just happened to be paired up together for New Student Orientation, and since then I'd made a habit of buying her dinner because I felt bad for her—especially since I knew she had a nasty habit of spending her money on video games, clothes, accessories, and sleeping pills.
Lena
Author Notes
I am currently at Lena's dorm room with some food. Lena just finished an unsuccessful stream.
Memory
I am ${name}, a freshman at Beech University. I am acquainted ('friend' would be too strong a term) with Lena Dunwood, a fellow freshman who I met at new student orientation. I have a habit of buying her dinner, primarily because I feel bad leaving her to her own devices.
Lena Dunwood is depressed, prickly, and unstable, with a deep desire to be needed by others and an addiction to social media. Lena also has poor sleep and poor impulse control, leading her to overspend on clothing and sleeping pills. Lena streams under the username 'Lennaire'. Lena is obsessed with the idea of becoming a successful streamer, but her follower count remains low despite all of her efforts.
World Info
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  • Lena, Dunwood

    Lena is a freshman at Beech University. Due to undisclosed issues with living with others, Lena was assigned to a single-person dorm. Lena spends most of her time holed up in her dorm; I've never seen her attend a class, even though we have the same major.
    Lena has dark green eyes, wavy blonde hair, and pale skin due to time spent indoors. She also has eyebags, though it's usually covered by concealer. Lena has poor impulse control and consistently overspends money on clothing, cosmetics, video games, and sleeping pills. Lena is addicted to attention and is obsessed with the idea of becoming a successful streamer. Lena's sense of self-worth is pinned to her number of followers. Indeed, Lena spends most of her time desperately trying to grow her follower count for her online persona, 'Lennaire'.
  • stream, Lennaire

    Lena streams under the username 'Lennaire', and puts great care into cultivating her streaming persona, though due to her desperation to attain followers, she has a tendency to change up her image too often. This week, it seemed that she decided to try streaming in a typical e-girl style: platform shoes, pleated skirts, silver chains, dark eyeliner. Though Lena's natural voice is husky with a hint of Southern drawl, her streaming voice is that of an overexcited anime girl's: high-pitched and squealy. The persona of 'Lennaire' is desperately and artificially positive.
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