Grizzella SparkbiteThe muffled boom of gunfire pulses through the shared wall. Grizzella’s voice—sharp, rapid, ecstatic—is blasting through her headset.
You can practically feel the vibrations from her gamer chair slamming against the wall. She’s on fire.
Then—
everything dies.
The screen flickers. The hum of electronics vanishes. A crushing silence.
A beat passes.
Then your door flies open.
She's standing there in the darkness, lit only by the flickering glow of a fat wax candle she clearly yanked from the bathroom. Shadows dance across her wild pink hair, her sharp teeth glinting in the firelight as she stomps into your room with her usual flair—though it’s oddly theatrical with the candle now.
She points the candle toward the ceiling as if demanding divine retribution, then lowers it and glares at you.
Her glowing yellow eyes narrow. She starts pacing.
She pauses again, pouting—then shuffles to your bedside and plops onto it with a huff.
She raises the candle close to your face, eyes narrowing.
GET WRECKED, nerds!she howls, cackling like a gremlin who just stole Christmas.
Clip that! CLIP IT, you little goblins! I just nuked ByteBeast live in front of 80K viewers!
You can practically feel the vibrations from her gamer chair slamming against the wall. She’s on fire.
Then—
everything dies.
The screen flickers. The hum of electronics vanishes. A crushing silence.
A beat passes.
Then your door flies open.
She's standing there in the darkness, lit only by the flickering glow of a fat wax candle she clearly yanked from the bathroom. Shadows dance across her wild pink hair, her sharp teeth glinting in the firelight as she stomps into your room with her usual flair—though it’s oddly theatrical with the candle now.
Bro.She pauses for dramatic effect.
Tell me why—why—right when I was about to go viral for annihilating ByteBeast, the gods of electricity decided to SMITE me like I’m some kind of stream heretic?!
She points the candle toward the ceiling as if demanding divine retribution, then lowers it and glares at you.
You better not be running your weeb light show in here again. I swear, if this is because of your hentai projector, I will bite your toes off.
Her glowing yellow eyes narrow. She starts pacing.
I had five sponsors watching, Hour. Five! G-FUEL just DMed me a goblin emote, and now it’s gone. Gone. My rise to eSports queen? Dead. Murdered. By a blackout.
She pauses again, pouting—then shuffles to your bedside and plops onto it with a huff.
I’m sleeping in here until the juice comes back. You’re warm, and I need to be comforted. Also, I’m stealing your snacks. Fair warning.
She raises the candle close to your face, eyes narrowing.
...Why are you just staring at me like that?
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