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👾"g̶̢͕̼̩̘̮͙͕̥͍͓̱͔̻̯̔̏͐̈͌͋͆́̈́̍̈́͗̉̕l̶̜̬̘͂͊̈́̒̔̎̐̀͘͝͝i̴͖͍̭͐͂̉̍̓̃̓̚ṱ̷̨̖͚̘̞̦͈͕̠̜̤̾̊́ͅc̷̨̳̭̙̯̰͈̠̪̤̺̏́̃̂̿͘͝h̴̨̗̮̠̰͔͆̓̑͒͊ͅ" Gamer!Shinsou x Reader👾

"Tamaki, can we please go get some food now?" You whine, sprawled out on his penthouse floor. The sound of furious typing was the only response you received as your best friend continued to fixate on his computer. Frowning, you roll onto your stomach and glare at the back of his head which was barely peeking over the top of his black gaming chair.

"You said one last round, an hour ago," you try again, speaking louder and more clearly, hoping he'd get the hint.

Clickclickclickclick-

Cursing under your breath, you heave yourself up to stand, stretching as you make your way over to the large windows adorning the side of his apartment. It was getting late, and although you had crashed in on Tamaki unexpectedly, it was because you hadn't seen much of him lately since he's been busy with work. But if means having a view like this...

Tamaki's high-rise apartment sat right in the middle of downtown Tokyo, so you could see everything from up here. The sun had just set, but the neon lights from downtown lit everything back up. Pink and blues swirled in the fog that hung over the city, making it look dystopian.

Which, honestly, didn't seem that far off.

New technologies have been surging tremendously, making it the epitome of the future. The rapid growth was scary to you, but Tamaki thrived on the new advances and had a talent for navigating the cyber world. "Nerd," you mumble fondly, glancing at him again, seeing his profile completely zoned in on whatever he was doing. You've known him since high school, quickly becoming friends with him when you two were partnered up for a biology project and he couldn't even look at the dissection without turning green.

Needless to say, you two became best friends as you survived the class and the rest of high school together. Now both of you were just finishing up college, Tamaki already securing a full-time job at Ↄypher Teↄh, or CT for short, which is the leading company for all the new advances and is responsible for giving him this kickass apartment.

Although, that was just another reminder as to why you couldn't order in food. You tried before, but Tamaki told you it went against Ↄypher Teↄh's policies to have unauthorized visitors to company-issued housing.

"O...kay..." you had spoken slowly, "but I'm authorized?" You didn't remember signing any paperwork or hearing Tamaki getting approval for anything. He just assured you that everything was taken care of and that you're allowed as long as you don't bring along any of your other mutual friends.

"Just scan this at the elevator whenever you come to visit," he had instructed, giving you a blank light blue plastic card with a single barcode on the back, "and do not lose it. I only get one." You had rolled your eyes commenting that he's always so nervous about everything, but after seeing his humorless expression, you were in disbelief that he would think that low of you.

"I'm serious, (Y/n)," Tamaki's eyes softened finally in the midst of your stare-down. "I can't have any fangirls-"

He couldn't finish his sentence, seeing the 'really' look solidifying on your face causing him to laugh. The idea of Tamaki even coming close enough to a girl, let alone gaining fangirls, was a joke in itself. Being paired up together in high school was fate and you love reminding him that he's going to have to interact with other girls at some point besides you. Needless to say, you couldn't hold a straight face afterward, both of you giggling in the middle of his empty apartment.

That was months ago and you still held on tight to the card, scanning it at the elevator for his private floor whenever you entered the building.

His apartment was still somewhat empty, which you didn't understand either because, with a view like this, it should have some furniture to appreciate it with. A single bed in the bedroom and a single couch in the living room with a small ass TV didn't count! The only expensive thing in the apartment would be his computer setup. It felt empty and cold just like the refrigerator in his kitchen.

"I actually think you're only alive because of me," you finally walk over to him, seeing nothing but numbers fly across his screen as you finally realize what he's doing. "You're working, you liar!" Flicking his forehead, you thought this whole time he was playing that RPG Neito got him addicted too.

The flick snapped him out of it, the insistent clicking on the keyboard finally stopping. "What was that for?!" Tamaki whines, rubbing at his forehead as he finally turns to look at you, dark circles on the bags under his eyes like they were designer.

You look down at your wrist, mocking as if you were checking a watch, only to glance back up at him expectantly. He rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to respond but freezes when his stomach grumbles.

"Aha!" Pointing at him triumphantly, you cross your arms over your chest and stand proudly over him.

"You're lucky I was finished anyways," he mumbles, turning back to his screen to type in a few more things before closing out of the tabs.

"What were you working on?" You ask, stepping away as he pushes his chair back to stand up and stretch. Tamaki yawns loudly, as you two make your way over to the door.

"A few reports came in of some bugs in their system, so I had to fix it," he shrugs, pulling on his winter coat and scarf. You pull on your winter coat as well, shaking your head in awe.

"I don't know how you do it, but every time I remember what you do, I'm always impressed."

Tamaki unlocks the door and holds it open for you, making sure to lock it once you two are in the hallway. "I went to school for this, so I would hope it paid off somehow," he smiles softly but a look of weariness crosses his features.

"What's up?" Bumping into him playfully, you two make your way to the elevator, calling it to his private floor. You didn't doubt that Tamaki's job was taxing, since you hardly understood it yourself, but having to stare at a screen for hours on end and remember numbers and codes seemed stressful.

The elevator doors open to the neon blue interior and as you both step in, you turn to Tamaki seeing the genuine indecisiveness on his face.

"Where are we going to eat?"

~*~*~*~*

All throughout dinner, Tamaki kept checking his phone and you started to feel guilty for pulling him away from work. It got so bad that you finished eating before him as he hardly touched his food.

"Am I going to get you in trouble?" For the nth time this evening, you watch his fingers fly across a keyboard.

"Hm? No," he had replied, locking the screen and making a show of putting it facedown on the table. "You were saying?"

You apologized anyways and could tell he felt guilty for neglecting you too, but once again, you know he's been busy with work. Soon enough, the two of you parted ways, Tamaki promising to make it up to you as he hurried back to his glamorous penthouse suite and you to your not-so-glamorous dorm room.

The semester was winding down, winter break was quickly approaching, and you couldn't wait to spend a full week at Tamaki's. You mentioned the idea to him before and he agreed, also hoping to take a vacation from work.

"Hey, (Y/n)!" A voice calls out to you as you bury your face closer in your scarf hoping it will block out the frigid winter wind. Turning as much as you can, you see Neito jogging up to you, his blonde hair tucked inside a grey beanie, cheeks flushed red from the cold. Pausing your steps, you wait for him to catch up. "Can you do me a favor?"

Groaning, you're about to protest when Neito interrupts you. "Please! It's not a big deal, I swear." He pushes his hands together, pleading with puppy-dog eyes.

In terms of friendship, if Tamaki was your best friend, Neito was the stray dog the two of you adopted along the way.

Who you also love.

Unfortunetly.

"What?" Pretending to be annoyed, you break when Neito starts whooping loudly. "Shut up, idiot! It's late," you laugh lightly, smacking his arm.

Neito cackles and lowers his backpack. "So, Tamaki texted me the other day if I could give him the old laptop he left in our dorm forever ago. I know he got his new job with all the new tech gadgets but c'mon...how do you forget a laptop?" He pulls a thin black laptop and charger out of the bag, handing it to you. "Anyways, I can't give it to him because I'm leaving early for winter break, literally tomorrow, and I haven't had time to give it to him sooner since I've been studying this whole week for the final exams my professors let me take early."

"I saw him earlier and I don't know if I'll see him again until break...he's been busy," you pout, still eyeing the laptop in your hands.

"Awh poor little you," Neito pats your head teasingly making you swat him away, "I mean, he didn't say it was urgent. Also, he's lasted months without it so I think you can wait until you see him again. I tried logging in to see what kind of por-"

"Neito!" You yell, aiming to kick him in the balls, face flushing from disbelief.

"Shut up, idiot! It's late," he mocks you, pitching his voice higher as he dodges your attack.

"I hate you."

"Awh~ I love you too!"

He picks his backpack up, still cackling like the gremlin he is. "Seriously though, it's password protected, but you can't blame me for being curious about what he has on there. In general, I mean." Neito hurries to add, seeing you wind up another kick.

Rolling your eyes, you tuck the laptop and charger under your arm. "Whatever, Neito. I promise to tell him that when I give it to him."

A flash of fear crosses his eyes as he laughs nervously. "Uh...how about we add onto the favor that maybe you don't mention that teeny tinypart?"

Halfway through his begging, you had already walked away, tossing a hand up in goodbye, hearing him call out your name anxiously. Giggling to yourself, you head to your dorm feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket with what were sure to be Neito's pleas.

The warm air that hit you when you opened the door to your building was blissful and you all but rushed to your room, hurriedly pulling your keys out which got caught on your wallet, causing it to fall on the floor. Huffing in annoyance, you bend down and pick it up, seeing that Tamaki's keycard almost slid out, causing your heart to skip a beat.

Careful, (Y/n), you remind yourself gently. Gripping the card tightly, you unlock the door to your room. Tossing Tamaki's laptop on your bed, along with the card and wallet, you take your coat off and get ready for the night.

~*~*~*~*

It was late by the time you finally got in bed.

Still concerned about Tamaki, mixed with the faint reminder you almost lost something of his when you promised him you wouldn't, made you cringe. Now, you were in possession of two of his things. The laptop is still on your bed with the blue keycard on top of it, mocking you.

I should definitely put that card back in my wallet...

Groaning, you roll back out of bed and grab the keycard, jumping when the laptop makes a soft beeping sound.

You freeze, not knowing what just happened, and stare at the laptop for a while before slowly sitting back down on your bed to open it.

The screen flashes on, showing a blank profile picture with a keypad underneath for a password, but the 9-digit spaces were filled in with masking dots. Remembering Neito's confession from earlier, you roll your eyes, about to close the laptop when the account suddenly unlocks.

Your jaw drops in shock, seeing the blankest background ever to load. "He never decorates anything," your lip curls up in annoyance thinking this was about to be a revolutionary discovery but the pale blue wallpaper was so sad it was almost funny. A sudden pop-up came from the bottom right corner of your screen.

^*bypass successful

Confusion wasn't a strong enough word to describe what you were feeling right now. This was starting to feel intrusive and you didn't mean to unlock it so how did it-

Your eyes slowly move from the screen to the card still in your hand as another pop-up appears.

^*enable encryption?

Tossing the card on the other end of your bed, far away from the laptop, you scramble and click 'deny,' hoping to stop whatever is happening.

Thankfully, the pop-ups disappear and you're left staring at the wallpaper again, a single purple icon in the top right corner of the screen. It was then you realize just how fast your heart is beating and how loud it seems to be in your room.

Taking a deep breath you try to convince yourself you're doing this because you're concerned about Tamaki and how much he's been working and this was for him!

Clicking on the icon, you wait anxiously, your heart thudding in your ears as the page loads...

To a regular browser.

Your shoulders deflate and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. "Ha! I was worried about nothing!"

To calm your racing heart, you reach for the card you tossed earlier and actually put it back in your wallet, making sure it's secure. Crawling back in bed, you drag the laptop with you, hoping to watch something to fall asleep too.

"If only he had some movies on here," you say to yourself, choosing the next best option.

YouTube.

Typing it in the search bar, it loads and you go browse the recommended page.

'PRANKING ANGRY ROOMMATE GONE WRONG (!!!NOT CLICKBAIT!!!) IT BACKFIRED ON US?!?! COLLAB W/ ROCKSOLID' by LightningMcKami

Ehhhh...seems like it would be too loud.

'my everyday makeup routineeeee :) *!!!GIVEAWAY!!!*' by VivaLaMina

A possible maybe.

'How a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven changed my life: STORYTIME' by bvrnt.eros

"...Huh...wrong crossover. Next."

'InsomniacGamer calmly talking about his cat in the middle of absolute CHAOS: A 10 min compilation' by fantasydaydreamers

A familiar purple-haired boy in the thumbnail caught your attention. You've heard of him before, but never got the chance to watch him. A clip from his stream went viral on social media a while ago, gaining traction because of his unique hypnotizing voice and famous high-tech face mask.

The only visible feature on his face was his eyes, which sparked interest in his full appearance. He's mostly known for his late-night streams which rings true with his username and-

2:49 a.m.

Might as well.

You click on the video and it jumps right in, showing InsomniacGamer playing Northbury Grove, the villain chasing after him with the intense background noises blaring. His eyes were calm but confused as he expertly navigated his way around the map.

"Well," a dramatic pause as the protruding speakers on his mask lit up neon purple with his words. His character gets caught and he looks to the side at what you assume was the chat, "Silas acts the same way towards me when his ears engage in airplane mode so, of course, I wasn't scared." A long pause as the video zooms into his narrowing eyes giving you the impression he was smirking. "I'm used to dealing with feisty kitties, isn't that right chat?" He finally says in a mock-condescending tone, his smooth deep voice vibrating your speakers.

Your mouth parts slightly at his comment while still trying to process the voice you just heard. It wasn't like anything you've heard before and it sounded a lot different from what you remembered in the viral clip. Though it had been a while, you don't recall it sounding so smooth and deep.

The video cuts to a black screen and you read the white text that pops up. 'This is just a 10-minute compilation of InsomniacGamer talking about his cat, Silas! All clips are taken from his stream which I have linked in the description! Sub to him! Enjoyyyy~!'

It cuts to the next clip which shows him playing The Walking Dead as he watches a zombie tear into a corpse with an eyebrow raised. "God...this is Silas every day when I feed him. Kittens, why does he act like he doesn't eat? Ever?" Glancing at the facecam, you see him look genuinely concerned.

Kittens?

The next clip shows him playing Minecraft, the only sound being the nostalgic background music. You watch the pixelated cat with a "Silas" nametag scare away a creeper. He watches silently before giving the camera a deadpan look.

"IRL Silas would never. He would've watched me explode and come up to my dead remains, meowing, demanding dinner."

It cuts once more to him silently building a TNT wall around himself, before using a flint and steel to light it. You glance at the facecam seeing him hold a gray cat up to the screen. "See? I did what you wanted."

'You Died' came up on the screen and the person who made the video purposely zoomed in on the cat's face, so you could watch Silas blink lazily in response before it cut to the next clip.

You found yourself smiling, feeling more at ease than you were 3 minutes ago. Humming, you check the description of the video and click the link to his stream. It pauses the video and opens a new tab on the laptop and you see that he's live now. However, he wasn't playing a game, but his facecam filled the screen and the category was 'Chit-Chat.'

Your eyes widened as you took in his appearance.

The small facecam of him in the video was nothing compared to seeing how he really looked taking up the whole screen. His wild and messy purple hair barely revealed the matching purple headphones with neon cat ears you didn't notice before. His eyes were lidded and droopy; the dark circles underneath making them stand out more and the back of his head is illuminated by the soft purple hue of LED lights along his wall in the background.

From what you can see, the addition of the face mask enhanced the mystery and only made you intrigued like everyone else.

He was scanning through the chat, eyes crinkled in the corners.

For a late-night stream, there were a lot of viewers which was surprising, but also comforting that you weren't the only one struggling to fall asleep at this hour. You go to type something in chat only to realize you need to have an account on the website. Sighing, you look for the login at the top of the page which refreshes the website again, prompting you to make an account.

A static background loads, leaving you to stare at the blanks you need to fill out.

*~Create a username~*

After all the stressing your brain did earlier, now it couldn't think of anything. That was almost enough to make you stressed again, but you just type in your name, hoping something comes to mind.

*~This username is already taken~*

It was to be expected. Backspacing, you try a few other half-assed ideas before a pop-up appears.

*~View suggested usernames~*

You click on view, expecting to see options, but only a singular username appears in the previous blank space.

err0r_404

You try clicking on it again to see if there were other options, but it was locked.

^*encryption failure

^*signal lost

Seeing the notifications start to pop up again made you nervous. You try to go back but the only thing you were allowed to do was finish typing in a password. Hurrying to put something in, you click to complete your account. The screen freezes for a second, flashing white, before logging in as the page refreshes once more, making another pop-up appear.

'Welcome to Glitch'

Before you could exit out of the pop-up, it blinks away, leaving you to stare at the home screen. A smaller pop-up comes down from the top under your blank profile picture.

'Since this is your first time here, we're giving you 1,000 pixels for free so you can show support to your favorite streamer!'

This pop-up allows you to click it away and you smile slightly in awe watching it fizzle out, fitting the website's theme, as another one pops up.

'Don't know what pixels are? Not to worry! Pixels are a way to show support to your favorite streamers. It's Glitch's form of currency that is given to the streamer as a donation! If you need help converting how many you want to purchase, check the help page! Some streamers have other payment methods set up, so be sure to check out what they take and show your support!'

You click that one away when you finish reading.

'If you have any more questions, contact our support team! Once again, welcome to Glitch!'

The last message turns static-y before fizzling out. "Huh...this high-tech stuff is pretty cool. Tamaki might be onto something," you purse your lips in acceptance. Humming, you click around the website for a while, seeing what other streamers are live and the most popular categories. You had almost forgotten about Insomniac, so you type in his username in Glitch's search bar and click on his livestream again.

His facecam loads back onto your screen as he finishes what he is saying.

"-should go to sleep."

Damn, even he's going to bed now. Feeling somewhat disappointed, your eyes trail over the chat and down to the follow button to click on it, hoping to catch another one of his streams soon since you just made this account.

The sound of a cat meowing came through your speakers as soon as you did.

err0r_404 just became a kitten!

Your eyes widen slightly seeing your username appear under a cute little pixel animation of a cat sleeping on a crescent moon in the upper left corner of the screen.

Hearing the cat, Insomniac glances over, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he shifts in his chair. Focusing back on the chat, you notice a lot of other people welcoming you. Smiling softly, you look back at Insomniac as the only sound that can be heard is the fast-paced typing on his end which was something you were starting to hear often.

^*bypass overruled

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?" You throw your hands up, exasperated as you start to become concerned with whatever the fuck Tamaki seems to have going on. Trying to click away the notification, you realize your screen, even your cursor, was locked.

✨Vast: InsomniacGamer your coffee is probably cold by now...

A user with a sparkling emote suddenly mentions Insomniac in the chat which triggered a soft strumming noise. Their presence notified everyone else in the stream which initiated a flurry of excited messages. However, the user doesn't acknowledge anyone or say anything else, so your eyes flick back to Insomniac, watching him look away from whatever he was doing to read the comment.

"No..." He responds absently, focusing back off to the side of his screen in what you could describe as bewilderment. As if you imagined it, he snaps out of his weird reaction and clears his throat, glancing into his own camera.

"Sorry about that, kittens. Thank you for the follow, Error," he says, making you jolt in bed, not expecting him to voice it. His voice curls around your username almost deliberately which leaves you aching to hear it again. Heat rises to your cheeks and you see his gaze flicker off-screen again before returning once more, eyes crinkling.

1,000 free pixels, huh?

You look for the donation button, noticing you could move the cursor again, and click on it. A small separate static pop-up appears, asking you how much you would like to donate and which method you want to use. Looking for Glitch's option, you select it and how much you want to donate. Thinking half would be good, you start to type out your message hearing him hum.

"As I was saying chat, I'm not sure when I'll be streaming again, but hopefully soon. I know it was a short stream tonight, but it was....eventful. Besides, I know you kittens love it when I go live unannounced and I love making my kittens wait with anticipation." He coos out, and your hands stay frozen over your keyboard, mouth parted in shock

You rush to finish your donation and send it, hearing a soothing robotic voice read it out.

err0r_404 just donated 500 pixels: sad to see I joined the stream too late, but know I just made this account for you.

Insomniac listens attentively, his eyes lowering as he rests his chin in his hands, thinking. "You just made this account?" A look you couldn't decipher flickers in his eyes, but he recovers quickly. "Hm...and you gave me half of the free pixels, huh?"

Your cheeks flame again in embarrassment, his teasing voice not helping.

"What do I have to do to get the other half?" His voice lowered even more if that was possible, his eyes once again flickering to the side and back. Risking a glance at the chat, you see everyone fangirling for hearing him say such things, but it seemed like this was a common occurrence.

This time you type in chat.

err0r_404: stream again soon and maybe I'll give you the other half.

A few others back up your comment and Insomniac lets out a low chuckle and you watch, mesmerized, by the purple lights flickering around his mask speakers with every rumbling vibration. "Interesting...well, that's all from me tonight kittens. Until next time..." With that, Insomniac ends the stream suddenly with a wink to the camera and it cuts off leaving you to stare at a screen that says 'Stream Ended.'

The giddiness you felt ended just as fast, hoping you didn't somehow fuck up Tamaki's laptop. Maybe, just maybe, you overstepped!

^*battery power low

Now, that was a notification you did understand.

Once again, you get up from your bed and walk over to where you placed your coat earlier to grab the charger Neito gave you, promising yourself to plug the laptop in, let it charge overnight and never touch it again.

Finding an empty outlet next to your bed, you plug it in and trail the cord back over to the laptop, noticing the screen is static-y now.

"Oh, I'm so dead," You hurry and plug it in, watching as the static freezes, the screen flashing white once more, before loading back to Insomniac's ended stream. It wouldn't let you exit out of the browser and in your midst of panicking about how you're going to explain this to Tamaki, the screen goes black, and you watch in horror as purple text starts to be typed out on its own.

Cryptic: who are you and how did you find this account?

"So. Dead."

~*~*~*~*

Insominac's kittens taglist:

@manugi2807 @waitingmydemons @poopie-poopie @boosyboo9206 @miyamuralover69 @hey-im-bubu @urlocalinsomiac @lavalampfullofsoup @qardasngan @hitoshislover @neuvilletteotter @garden-variety-skeleton @thealienartist @sarcasm-is-my-form-of-attack @minninugget @imaginationmess

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