Danny was quickly becoming trapped on the ground. Human clothing no longer belonged on his body, instead conspiring to bind his movements. His lengthening hair, now a wild shade of pink, tangled itself around his shirt.
Panic still pumping through his mind, he didn’t really think about the implications of stripping naked in front of a live audience during a Twitch stream. Or that the other two motion-tracking cameras (he had spent a LOT of time setting them up to make his streams easier & more dynamic) would catch this act without his input.
Still madly trying to strip his clothing away, Danny glanced down at the rest of his body and cursed. Or at least tried to.
“Oh God, oh fuc-fu-ffffuuu-d-d-darn!” His mind was thinking ‘fuck,’ but the word which formed in his throat and tumbled out his mouth was ‘darn.’
“I mean, shoot!” No no, that was supposed to be ‘shit’…
“H-horseapples?” What the hell even was a horseapple, and why would it replace ‘fucking hell?!’
“Eep!” Wait. ‘Eep?’
He suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed and scared. He wasn’t sure why he should feel embarrassed (what the hell was so bad about ‘horseapples?’), but fear like this was new to him. It directed his attention back toward the stream, and…
Fuck. He was half-naked on a livestream, writhing on the ground while stripping his clothing off. In front of thousands of viewers. Somehow, just the fact that thousands of people were looking at him spiked his fear almost as much as what those thousands of people were looking at.
you can’t say shit, but you have to say shit.
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