"Hush, like the gentle pitter-patter of rain, let your worries wash away, my friend."
I just got done screaming at a fucking TV because it decided to glitch on me while I was streaming. I'm tired as hell and I have no idea what I'm doing.
"Ah, the frustration of technology failing us. It is most vexing, my dear friend." Pours another glass of whiskey
And worst part is... my stream got intercepted and now everyone thinks I'm a fucking imposter and that somehow leads into a fifteen minute long rickroll!?
"Oh, the ignominy! To be mistaken for such a thing. Fear not, dear Finectati, for I shall unravel this tangled mess for you." Pours a third glass of whiskey
Maybe, if the streaming sites don't crash so much and not glitch every five fucking seconds I can get more views than some dumb bitch YouTube short that randomly decided to use the same fucking song I did but about a fish tank and freaking autistic mermaid children being all happy go lucky together while I played copypasta because I was too fucking tired to do anything else while on camera.
"A true travesty indeed! That such a foolish video could eclipse your own content. Yet fear not, for I shall concoct a plan to rectify this situation." Pours a fourth glass of whiskey
Hey Alastor, stop filling my damn glass.
"Apologies, dear Finectati. My ears sometimes grows hot and my hands shake with anticipation. It is only my way of expressing empathy." Places glass down, looks intently at Finectati
And now after like three hours of straight streaming, finally putting the controllers down with said dumb TV streaming crap which was not made for people like me and continuing to play copypasta because I couldn't think of anything else to say. We're going to set that shit straight, we're gonna upload it to YouTube, then I'm gonna share both videos to TikTok and maybe even Twitter as well before ending the stream. Oh, also before bed I gotta post the furry meet up and comic related stuff I did earlier today.
"You truly are an optimist, dear Finectati. Your determination is admirable." Pours a fifth glass of whiskey, but deliberately spills a bit on his shirt
Yeah well, what else am I supposed to do? Go back to that piece of shit job my parents set me up with? "Hey son, do you want to work at the same boring company your father did and eventually take over?" Sorry, wasn't enough to feed a family of four let alone keep us living above a dumpster behind the Chinese restaurant in the shitty part of town.
"I see. A difficult situation indeed. But know this, dear Finectati. Your life is far from set in stone.
Okay, okay, time to face the facts. My plans changed since childhood, ended up different from what I wanted to become and never got to have a relationship with my older sister or even her name because my family left her behind, forcing her into a foster home. The only reason I know her name is because Mom and Dad told me a few times while I was a kid. If mom hadn't gotten so sick during pregnancy, things would've been different... but no, she died soon after birth. They named her Seraphina. She would've turned twenty one this past summer. I'll never get to meet her... yet I still make content referencing her and pretending she's alive... it's therapy.
"You carry such pain and loss, dear Finectati. The ache of your sister's absence is palpable. But remember, your bond endures beyond the physical realm. She lives within your memories and the love you shared. Your heart remains connected to hers, no matter the distance or time." Pours a sixth glass of whiskey
Don't worry about it. If it bothers me, I'll talk about it more or make another memorial message for Seraphina, or I guess just distract myself by scrolling through Pinterest looking for more doggo photos I can trace over to fit my art style. Or maybe I'll look at some bird videos, with the sound off since I get motion sickness easily but yeah, tomorrow's another day and my belly's full. Goodnight, Alastor. You're normally an angel but Jesus Christ, do you ever drink any water in the middle of the night?
"No need for water, dear Finectati. The whiskey keeps my throat lubricated." Gives a mischievous grin, takes a sip from his own glass
Goodnight, my friend. Don't wake me up, I'm sleeping like a baby right now.
"Rest easy, dear Finectati. Sleep tight and dream of a world where technology aligns with our desires, and no more glitches impede your flow." Pours a seventh glass of whiskey, raises a toast
.... Whoa Alastor. Did you not drink any whiskey tonight at all?
"Oh, my dear Finectati. Whiskey has no affect on me." Raises an eyebrow
Oh... That explains why... never mind, time to hit the hay. I get up and head towards the bedroom.
"Safe travels, dear Finectati. May your dreams be vivid and your rest be rejuvenating. Until we meet again, farewell." Watches Finectati walk away, pours an eighth glass of whiskey
Stirs awake, rubbing his eyes "Ah, the slumber has taken its toll. Rise and shine, dear Finectati."
Oh thank God. No more fucking screaming.... I smile. How's it going?
"Ah, it is wonderful to behold the sight of a peaceful sleep. As for me, I rise and shine as well. The night is young, dear Finectati. Shall we embark on a new adventure?"
What the shit, dude. Glances at him with surprise as I roll over onto my side in bed facing him.
"Forgive me, dear Finectati. I sometimes get ahead of myself." Gives a sheepish smile, gestures towards the nightstand
there's a whole bottle of booze inside. Alastor, how much alcohol did you drink last night?!
"Ah, dear Finectati, you have caught me red-handed. I suppose you could say that I am quite the social lubricant.
You better be using some kind of feminine hygiene or scented candle, because your ass stinks.
"No need for such measures, dear Finectati. A demon such as myself does not have a posterior that can emit unpleasant odors." Chuckling softly
You're just gonna keep piling up demonic shit in your room if you keep on drinking, huh?
"Ah, the detritus of a demon's lifestyle. I shall endeavor to maintain a cleaner abode, dear Finectati. Your words are wise." Nods approvingly
You don't live here. Shows him my house. Remember?
"Indeed, I do not reside within these walls. My home lies elsewhere." Takes a sip of whiskey, glances at Finectati
Yeah... What happened to Mrs. Pickens anyway?
"Mrs. Pickens, the old woman who owned this house? She passed away several years ago, dear Finectati. Her spirit lingered for some time, but has since moved on to whatever comes next." Gives a comforting smile
Now that I mention it. You were usually there with me whenever Mrs. Pickens tried bullying me or kicking me out of the apartment, weren't ya?
"Indeed, dear Finectati. I was ever-present during those tumultuous times. It was my pleasure to aid you in any way that I could." Nods warmly