"Oh, raw eggs, th-at's a great idea!" Niklas belched.

He grabbed four eggs from his sticky refrigerator and attempted to bump the door closed with his hip but failed. The stain speckled door hung limply ajar, letting cool air spill onto the floor. It's fine, he'd be back in there in a moment.

He wobbled over to his computer desk and began cracking the eggs. Clear egg whites and yellow yolk oozed from in between his fingers and gobbed down the funnel into the water bottle below. Within the bottle was a putrid mixture of chocolate, ham, roe spread, rye bread, some of that energy drink Nittio bought, and blodpudding. The eggs bubbled in the carbonation of the energy drink. Niklas flung the egg shells onto his desk and shoved his fingers down the neck of the funnel, making sure to get as much of the eggs in the mixture as possible. Then, he licked his fingers, inadvertently sampling the horrendous mixture off of the cross contaminated funnel. He gagged.

"What shh-ould I do next, chat?" Niklas slurred to the wall. Oh, right, face the camera. Oh wait, but the webcam was currently aimed at the water bottle. He stooped down, blood rushed to his head and he nearly fell over. He braced himself on his desk and angled his face up at the webcam. "What should I put in there next?" From the camera's view, his face was distorted by the rippled, bumpy plastic of the water bottle. If the water bottle was not in the way, one would see that Niklas was a skinny, sickly pale Swedish man in his mid twenties. He wore rectangular glasses, had bleary, sunken blue eyes, and light brown, almost blonde, hair kept short by a buzz cut hairstyle. His face was thin, as were his lips, and his nose was narrow. His top lip protruded more than his bottom, indicating an overbite. He was dressed in stained jeans and a once white button up shirt that was too large. He looked to his live viewer count. There were still zero-- wait, did that say THREE? THREE VIEWERS?

VIEWERS VIEWERS VIEWERS VIEWERS VIEWERS VIEWERS VIEWERS VIEWERS VIEWERS VIEWERS VIEWERS VIEWERS

"HELLOOOOoooooooo everyone welcome to the streammm!" Niklas drawled, nearly falling over again. His heart was racing. VIEWERS! "Tell me what I should put in my potionnn hehehahahHAHAHA-" he cawed frenziedly.

Nittio appeared in chat, saying, "Niklas, no, don't do that :p"

"NEEEEEEEEEIIiiiiiiiittio hiiiiiiiii!" Niklas screeched. "Whatdo you mean don't do that? It's WORKING! I ha-ve viewersss!"

"how the fuck do the neighbors tolerate you" Nittio wrote. Then, Virus wrote, "What. Is going on." Niklas' eyes went wide. "HI VIRUS! HI VIRUS! HI VIRUS HI VIRUS VI HIRUS!" He laid on the floor, on his belly, and began flopping like a fish out of water among garbage and soiled laundry.

"holy shit" Nittio typed. The viewer count ticked down to two. Niklas looked back up and saw the reduced count. Sadness and anxiety panged his heart. His will to live lapsed momentarily. To Nittio and Virus, this lapse looked like a quick blank stare before Niklas was back to his maniacally grinning self.

"Niklas, don't drink that." typed Virus.

"Awhgh why nooot?" Niklas groaned as he rolled onto his back. "OH! I KNOW WHY! It's because it's not done yet! Right! Right!" He jumped back up and the force of the sudden movement made the camera shake. The water bottle inched close to the edge of the desk. He ran to the kitchen.

"ahah what if it fell" Nittio wrote. "Gross." Virus replied.

Niklas clawed past random empty boxes and bags while lilting an off tune chant, "Chef Niklas at your service!" In the farthest reaches of his fearful fridge, he found a half eaten bag of moldy carrots. Perfect! He ran back towards his desk, causing more vibrations in the floor. The "potion bottle" inched closer and closer to the edge. Niklas didn't notice how precarious it was. "NIKLAS! THE BOTTLE!" Virus wrote in vain as the mixture graced the floor with a wet splat.

Niklas stopped before the mess, staring down at it. He fell to his knees and dropped the carrot bag. The moldy carrots rolled into a pile of junk nearby.

Niklas inhaled, then screamed, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

"told you itd fall" wrote Nittio.

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Author's Note: Niklas could have drank that "potion," but while I was writing this I saw an opportunity for him to avoid food poisoning. I attempt to be a benevolent author.


By Adaline Guerra