Kronii's at the computer, streaming as of now. She's clearly nervous, shaking like a leaf. Thankfully Cover's proprietary app wouldn't be capable of picking up such subtle movements.
"O-Okay Kronies...this where we're gonna start building the u-underwater bunkeronii- what? N-No I'm fine! I'm not nervous at all!" >You frown under your balaclava, you shove her mother's unconscious head forward with the barrel of your pistol. The older woman was attached to the chair by several feet of duct tape.
"Don't look back you stupid bitch." She eeps, turning her head back to the screen. Your orders conveyed by the earpiece you forced her to wear when you broke into her home.
You had no choice. This was the only way she would stream Minecraft. This was your only recourse.
You sit there, just barely out of the line of sight of any windows. Your finger never far from the trigger.
She was your oshi, you did this for her own good. She needed to up her numbers. You knew what was best for her.
You would be willing to do anything to make sure she succeeded, even if she would hate you in the process.