Isolation ~ Sapnap X reader

Chapter 1 ~ An empty life

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(Y/N) stared blankly at the ceiling above her, tracing every line and crease with her soft (y/c) eyes as if trying to connect imaginary dots hoping everything would finally make sense, as if the ceiling that she had starred at a thousand times before; that she had meticulously analyzed and scrutinized would miraculously hold the answers to the questions she's held for the last five years. As if she had missed something in it's dirty tan tiles that she had lost her thought into every night and every morning. Her thoughts only being broken by the alarm that blared and sat on the end table next to her bed, the dull

beep beep beep

of the alarm blended in with the thoughts that had occupied her mind all night and had prevented her from getting any rest, the endless buzz of her phone and beep of her alarm only caught her attention as the late morning sun peeked through her black-out curtains and caught her in the eyes.

She rubbed her eyes in a feeble attempt to remove the drowsiness that encapsulated her from the sleepless night before; she made a mental note to change the tone of her alarm to ensure she wouldn't get too used to it. She slipped her legs out from under the covers, and reached over to the end table to lift her phone and gaze at the time. 2:00 PM the pixelated numbers on the front of her flip phone read, she sighed and flicked it open, she cleared the alarm, and closed the phone again before she slid it back onto the small wooden end table; She was late for her stream, and she knew her audience would begin to worry if she didn't hurry.

Y/n carefully made her way through the darkened halls of her home, she slid her bare feet across the sleek wooden floors she had walked across every morning, she let her hand slide across the wall for balance as she maneuvered through her dimly lit home; she flicked on the light in her modest kitchen and shuffled over to her coffee pot. She prepared the dark liquid, and looked over to all the windows in her kitchen and adjacent living room; she made sure the black-out curtains were drawn as they always had been, not a single ray of sunlight broke through the thick black fabric. She let a weary smile tug at her lips before she looked over at the coffee pot, it beeped as if trying to pry her attention away from her anxieties. She complied with it's demands, and poured herself a glass and took a sip before she took her first steps back into her bedroom where her streaming setup belonged.

After she reached the dark room, illuminated only by a small stream of sunlight that managed to escape a small tear in the fabric of her curtains, she sighed and placed her cup down on the small desk in front of her, she rolled her chair into place and turned on her computer. She rolled out a small drawer and shuffled through the mound of crumpled notes before she pulled out a nearly empty pack of post-it-notes. She wrote

New bedroom curtains
More sticky notes

On the small square with a black pen she had laying on her desk. After she had finished her note she entered her password into her pc and logged into minecraft, she opened streamlabs and pulled up her starting screen before she hit Go Live and waited as her viewer count began to rise. She turned her attention to the chat, exactly as she had expected. A myriad of comments and messages ranging from

"You're late!" Too the more worried "Are you alright? You're normally not late."

She stared at chat for another few minutes, and watched as the speed in which people scent messages began to climb steadily until she found it suitable to begin.

"Hello chat!" She called as she unmuted her mic, she tried to remove the tired edge in her tone, but ultimately she failed. "I know i know, i'm a little late today. I'm sorry i slept in" She lied, as she addressed the concerns in chat. She in fact, didn't get a wink of sleep the prior night. she laid awake listening to the sounds of thunder that blared in the distance, as she over analyzed every small creak in her home., and once the distant storm settled, the small rumble that still echoed off in the distance; tickling her ears every time her eyes threatened to give her even a moment of rest, kept her awake.

Her chat began to fly by, some accepting her excuse and others telling her to sleep more often. She ignored both and hopped into her hardcore world she had played for the past year. She spawned in her home, the last place she had been before she had logged off and walked out, she made sure there were no dangers before she continued forward. She had spent most of her time on the map, building new structures and completing new challenges given to her by her viewers. Today was a special day however, today her chat was going to give her structures to build in her world. She wasn't the best builder but she had been playing long enough to have structures at least decent in appearance.

Her day had been spent almost entirely in the dark corner of her bedroom, the only light had come from the computer screen and a small tear in her curtain. She had left her desk only once or twice for a bathroom break but this was it, this was the routine she had found herself to play out every day without fail for the past three years. The urge for change tugged at her heart and mind every time she ended the stream, as she stood from her chair she still wore the pajamas from the night before; she retraced the steps she made the morning prior, and every morning and night before that. She made her way back into the kitchen, as she retrieved the small can of cat food for Luca. His small and meek mews escaped him as he stared up at her expectantly he waited for food. She placed the food on a small saucer and sat it on a mat on the kitchen floor for him to eat before she began her journey back into her office. She planned on checking her twitter on the pc.

everything was the same. From the same sleepless night to the same stream and the same worried comments from fans. Everything was the same, she began to wonder if anything would ever change, if anything even meant something anymore. If it was even worth continuing in the same self destructive cycle she's perpetuated in some small glimmer of hope that it would all end, that someone would finally do something, that things would finally change. She mindlessly scrolled through the rows and rows of tweets that graced her screen, she started at the bottom and made her way up to the top, her eyes skimmed each tweet she missed. She let out a small breath through her nose before she turned her attention to her dms, her mind still distracted with the weight of her empty life. She didn't expect much, creators that wished to collaborate with the notoriously lone streamer, horny simps that expected something from her, the occasional troll. But one direct message did catch her attention, an invitation to mcc.