I watch my bowl of porridge simmer and almost boil over the edge of the pot.

I was so fixated in my thoughts that the low dings of new paid messages trying to grab my attention did nothing more than elicit slight twitches from my eyes.

It wasn't until the colour of bright piss yellow gold flashes onto my screen do I snap out of it.

I pour the porridge into a porcelain bowl with blue outlines and a bunny logo on it. Bowing slightly I make my way onto my outstretched bed and sit at the center of it with folded legs.

I let my hair down in rows of neat personally woven braids. My entire head was covered and most people in my chat pointed out I looked like the ghost girl who crawls out of a TV. The Ring.

"I see the similarities."

I try to distract myself with mundane talk as I keep a close eye on the golden commenter.

They'd made a passing comment on my appearance and how I looked good. Which isn't too out of the norm when there are a group of people who watch me solely to document how many times my feet have shown up on screen.

I'll take any normal interest in me over that!

Looking into it further, I'd always thought that the golden comment rotated between different users in my chat. As I didn't have time or the mental capacity to filter comments through usernames, I liked using colour as a separating factor.

Carol obviously got assigned all the red-coloured comments because she is a pain, but also let her comments stand out in a stark way from the rest.

Some colours are gained by either being purchased, or are rewards given for loyalty to watching me and my account and dedicating a certain, often times unhealthy, amount of time to being a fan.

The golden-coloured comment was in a class of its own, as you've had to have paid to get it, and also be a super mega fan with certain hours clocked in for watching me.

And it was a highly coveted spot that a lot of people fought tooth and nail to achieve. It was a miracle that the same guy or gal had managed to keep a hold of it for so long.

"So how did they?..." I said out loud.

I cringe as I caught myself too late, and the hundreds of comments already started pouring in.

I give a meek laugh and smile as I tug some strands of my braids behind my head.

"Sorry guys, I let my innie voices be outie," I awkwardly laugh as I miserably failed to steer the conversation in a new direction, and just outright elected to ignore some comments.

As I finished off my soup, porridge is a type of soup, right? Bringing up that conversation/discussion swiftly and efficiently distracted the comments.

But, finishing off the soup a new major topic of conversation was brought up as the porridge soup debate waged on in the background.

[If hotdogs can be classified as a sandwich, then porridge is definitely soup.]

[What delusional world do you live in!? If you consider porridge a soup, then are you one of those maniacs who consider tea a soup as well!??!]

[How many times do we have to teach you this lesson old man!? Teas ARE soups! A YouTube video told me so!!]

[Some types of bread are so sweet they have to be legally classified as cake! Porridge is definitely a soup.]

[How in God's name does any of those two things correlate!?]

[💛So back to more sane topics of conversation, when are you leaving Titan to come back to earth?💛]

[YEAH! When are you coming back!??? We miss you so much back home!!]

I stiffen at the topic, because the unknown answer to it has been waging about in my head as I'm unsure of the answer myself.

"I think..." I began to say, taking a mental note of the fact that a golden comment was the first one to steer the conversation to me leaving. "I want to prepare to be gone in 3 days."

Pandemonium broke how.

[When!?] [Where!?] [How!?] [Why!?]

Questions roll in one after another, causing the stream to lag again and I had to turn the chat speed to slow mode just to be able to read any of them with any sort of cohesion.

A golden comment popped to the top.

[💛Is that even possible?💛]

I tried to suppress the smirk that wanted to form on my face.

"I've already made the necessary preparations off stream," I lied. "Now all that is left is to sufficiently charge up my ship to the point where I will be able to break into orbit and launch myself back into space."

I lean back in a casual attitude, folding my arms behind my head and plastering on a nonchalant expression on my face.

If only everyone watching through their screens right now could see how fast my heart was beating.

This insane plan of mine better work.

Wait, no!

It shouldn't work!

Because if it did that would mean-

Knock, knock, knock!

My heart sank RIGHT down to the pits of my stomach. Fucking no, it descended to the heels of my shoes!!!

I shot up from my seat and look to my door...then to my computer monitor...then back at the door.

Then repeated the action at least 3 more times.

"Y-y-you guys all heard that...right!?" I lifted a shaky hand and pointed to the door as my voice trembled something FIERCE!

The conga line of yes's reassured me of the terrifying fact. Because even the trolls weren't pulling their usual shenanigans to try and contradict and confuse me.

I move my feet an inch, then another, then slowly make my way toward the door.

[Wait, wait, wait, WHY ARE YOU GOING TOWARDS THE NOISE!?]

[SEE NO EVIL! 🙈 HEAR NO EVIL!! 🙉 PRETEND YOU HEARD NOTHING!!! 🙊]

[GO AWAY!! NO ONE'S HOME!!! 🏡🏃🏽💨]

[BESTIE, THIS IS SOME WHITE PEOPLE SHIT! YOU AIN'T WHITE! DO NOT GO AND INVESTIGATE!!!]

My phone began to ring up a storm, and several voice and video calls rang through my computer.

"Computer, mute everything." I instruct.

The whole room goes silent.

I wait a beat to hear a sound, any sound.

....But all I heard was nothing.

It was always nothing.

I started to feel a flare of anger rise up my throat.

Before I made any rash decision, like fling open the door and yelling all sorts of profanities into the dark probably-empty void, I tried to take a calming breath.

Key word being tried.

"Computer, show me the outside camera," I grumble as I pinch the bridge of my nose to regain some sort of composure.

All my camera screens flash onto my monitor.

But they all showed nothing.

I squint at the video feed and got closer to my monitor to investigate.

"What the fu-? Are they broken or dead?" I lean over my table. "What in the world-"

The hairs on my neck stood at attention.

Someone was blocking them.

All of them.

It took me a solid moment to process everything as I leaned back away from my monitor and slowly turn to face the still-closed door.

Hysterical laughter bubbled up and spilt out of me.

I throw my head back and look back at my computer with sheer insanity glowing out of my eyes. All the braids tied to the top of my head came undone as they cascade around me in the same swirling chaos that currently mirrored my mind.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I have, probably, one last proposition for you!" I announce in a grand, nearly irate manner.

I throw out my arms in a grand gesture as I still continue to laugh manically like a lunatic. Whose crazy plan had worked in luring out the people she'd assumed were secretly watching her by threatening to leave.

"Let's put this decision to a poll! Do I open the door or not? Yes or no? You have 50 seconds to vote!!"