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It had been about eight months since Timmy moved out and things were going better than expected. Traditional “jobs” were not very enticing. They were too uptight, strict, and boring anyways. Plus, the last thing he needed in his new human life was to be reminded of Timothy.
Life was just so much better relaxing, sleeping, and posting cute selfies. Apparently, a lot of people felt the same way. His dedicated follower base always liked his posts and left supportive comments. Lately though, his fans wanted to know more about him “behind the catboy persona.”
Timmy didn’t really understand what they meant by that. This was just who he was. However, if his adoring public wanted to see more of him, he figured he could very much indulge them.
He remembered Phoenicia and Lux frequently livestreamed. When asked, they (Phoenicia, mostly) told him once that, while posting edited videos are highly beneficial on their own, a livestream is better for fan interaction, engagement, and other big words that meant good things for his online image.
Timmy brought this idea up to his supervisor one day and they loved it.
“Yes, anything you feel would boost sal–I mean, engagement, Tim,” his boss had told him. “Your contract has no specific stipulations regarding type or length of content, aside from the obvious. Just keep being your cute kitty self and promoting our brand! One condition, though: you do need to have something with the company logo in the background or on your person.”
“Timmy has that water bottle you gave him. The engraved one. Does that count, nya?”
“That’s perfect! And by the way, thank you for checking in with me about this. It shows you take your job, and more importantly, our company, seriously. Anyways, have fun streaming. Let us know if you need any equipment or anything and I can get you set up.”
Official company approval: received.
Next, Timmy made an announcement on his social media telling his followers to be ready for his very first livestream that Saturday at 6 pm.
The days came and went. When Saturday arrived, Timmy put on his best oversized crop top and pajama pants and readied his desktop computer in his living room. (This included angling the company water bottle just so in the camera view. Not too obvious, but also not too casual.)
The livestream would begin in
3…
2…
1…
“Hello everyone! Welcome to Timmy’s first ever livestream, nya!”
Already there were 500,000 people spamming various heart and cat emojis. Many greeted him.
‘hi timmy! hi chat!’
‘HELLO KING’
‘TIMMYYYYYY HIIIIIII’
“Hi~ Thank you for being with Timmy today! Hi to you too. Hello!”
‘sup yall’
‘fire fit bbg’
‘Hi Timmy! How are you?’
“Thank you! Timmy is doing great, thanks to all of you!”
‘so so excited for ur first live!!!! what do u have planned?’
‘bout time you decided to stream!’
‘wait is this your house?’
‘@ nahhh its the mf aquarium. did the messy ass couch in the back give it away or’
‘Hi chat!’
‘what’s up everyone’
‘MY FAVE CATBOY’
‘YOU STREAM NOW????’
“Oh, Timmy didn’t have…uhmm, yes, this is Timmy’s home, welcome! Uh, hello and yes, he is streaming now. Umm…”
The chat was going far faster than Timmy expected. It was getting increasingly difficult to keep up with everyone’s messages. 800,000 people now.
Then, the usual questions started.
‘cute cosplay’
‘finally now you can talk abt your ears n shit’
‘yesssss now you gotta tell us about how you made your cat accessories!!’
‘low effort cosplay, my nephew’s sheet ghost halloween costume looked better’
‘@ the ears tho???’
‘what did you make it our of’
‘just dropped in who tf is this cosplayer?’
‘TELL US’
‘CHARACTER NAME PLS’
‘what anime character are you cosplaying’
Now it was getting annoying.
“Cosplay??? For the last time–”
‘tail looks so real’
‘@ esp now that its all puffed up’
‘HOW DID YOU GET YOUR EARS TO MOVE SO NATURALLY’
‘@ frrr like they are flat rn lmao’
That’s it.
Timmy had enough.
He could feel his eye twitching. Every new comment caused his smile to become more and more strained. His sharp nails were digging deeper into his desk.
He was about to turn everything off and take a nap, when there was a sudden knock at the door.
Timmy jumped a bit in his seat, clearly not expecting any visitors. He looked back at his desktop camera, at the chat filled with equally surprised viewers, unsure of how to quite proceed.
“Coming,” he called out after a moment.
Timmy cautiously walked towards the door. He looked through the peephole and gasped.
“MASTER!!!!” Timmy exclaimed, throwing the door wide open. “Timmy missed you soooooo much!!! Please come in!”
People in the chat were quite confused, needless to say.
‘AYO'
‘who tf is that?’
‘hello whos this?????’
‘Wait did he just call that person master?’
‘@ lmaooo yeah????’
‘yall who tf is this wtf is going on?’
‘@ idk i’m just along for the ride lol’
This livestream had now gotten twice as interesting. More people started tuning in.
A taller individual was led into the living room. They were wearing a red shirt and held a large bag with both hands.
“I missed you too, my love!! It’s been way too long since we’ve seen each other in person. Sorry I didn’t call or text you first, thought this would be a nice surprise, y’know?”
“Seeing Master always makes Timmy’s day!!! Ooh, you can put that bag down here.”
Timmy swiped everything off his coffee table in a true cat-like fashion. The stranger giggled, setting their down their bag.
“Wasn’t sure how you’ve been doing,” they started, “so I got you some food, other necessities, some yarn, and a cute throw pillow.”
Timmy was already elated to see this person, but now, it looked like he was about to burst into tears.
“All these gifts?? For Timmy??? What did he do to deserve such nice things???”
The stranger smiled fondly. “You being you is more than enough of a gift on its own. I got you some fish. Want me to put them anywhere?”
“Master’s too kind, thank you!!! Timmy will put them away.”
The person handed him two large wrapped fillets of tuna and salmon and Timmy rushed somewhere off-screen. A freezer door was heard opening and closing.
“Hey, what going on over here?” the stranger asked, pointing to the desktop.
“Hm? …TIMMY FORGOT HE WAS STREAMING!”
The man bolted from his kitchen to his desktop with his new guest close behind. Comments were still flooding in. Still asking questions or making remarks, but now, everyone’s attention was focused on “Master.”
Timmy’s stress began anew. What should he do? Continue now that Master was here? End the stream? No? Yes? Yes. Right, ok. End stream (finallyyy). Wait, which button was that again? When did all these new people get here? Why were all of the comments still going so fast? All he wanted to do now was spend time with–
“Need help?”
Timmy just nodded, a frantic, pleading look in his eyes.
“No worries, love, I’ve got you covered,” they murmured.
The person pulled a nearby chair next to the desk’s original one. They motioned for Timmy to sit down on that new chair, as they sat at the main seat. Timmy did as requested. He placed his arm on the computer table and rested his head on top of it. This streaming thing was so hard! How did people do this regularly???
The stranger cleared their throat.
“Hello,” they laughed awkwardly. “I’m sure you guys are very curious about this whole thing. I see everyone’s asking about who I am. Not that I blame you, I’d be wondering the same thing. You guys can call me PC. Nice to meet you!”
PC started replying to some chat messages.
“Doing good thanks. How ‘bout you? Good? Great to hear!
Oh, I just got this shirt from FloorMart. It’s really comfy. Highly recommend you get one too.
A ton more people just joined, 1,500,000 in total! Great to see everyone, thanks for being here!”
PC was handling the stream very well. Timmy didn’t doubt their people skills. Hell, he was one of the relative few who got to see just how far PC had come in regards to socialization. But still, being able to respond to a profusion of comments when over 2,000,000 people were watching nevertheless impressed him. Plus, it meant the world that Master took care of difficult things like this for him.
Timmy now felt very relaxed, a sharp contrast to a few minutes ago,He looked lovingly at PC and occasionally glanced back at the screen. The speed of the comments was starting to make his head hurt, which PC instantly noticed. They began to pet his head, letting their fingers occasionally brush through his soft black hair.
PC had worried about how Timmy’s fans would take to a random stranger not just interrupting the stream, but completely taking it over. Toxic fandoms were nothing new to them. To their surprise, though, everyone was very welcoming.
“Someone in chat said ‘Hey PC, nice to meet you too! quick q: why did timmy call you master???‘ That is an excellent question and probably the main one everyone wants to know. Right?”
‘YES PLS’
‘please pc we need answers’
‘@ to a lot, but this one first’
‘yes bc callng someone master is crazyyyy work’
‘PLEASE TELL US’
PC looked at Timmy, trying to subtly ask how to best to proceed, if at all. However, the catboy just looked around, unsure, then back at PC with wide eyes.
They took a deep breath. Looks like this situation would require a bit of improvisation.
“It’s kind of a long story. It’s like an inside joke between us because I had owned something he wanted to borrow. That’s actually how we first met,” PC laughed. “He rented the thing for a bit, but called me Master ever since.”
They mentally scolded themselves. That was such a flimsy excuse! Chat would probably call bullshit immediately.
‘ohhhhh i get it’
‘what was the item?’
‘makes sense ig but callinf someone who’s essentially a stranger master DAY 1 is such an extreme response lmao’
‘@ that’s our timmy <3’
The people in general, and most importantly Timmy, seemed satisfied with that answer. Some remained skeptical, but they just did what they always did and chalked it up to Timmy’s personality.
“The item was a clock,” answered PC.
‘he called you master for a CLOCK????’
“Yes.” This time, it was Timmy who spoke up. “The clock was nice and all, but Master was nicer. They were so nice when talking to Timmy and, as you can see, veryyyy good-looking,” he said with half-lidded eyes.
‘OHHHH’
‘there we go’
‘no wonder lmao’
‘so real for that king’
‘PC youre so patient’
‘now THAT makes a lot more sense lol’
‘Forward as hell, but i wish i had that kinda confidence w my crush’
There was a popular theory going around that Timmy was a pretty kinky guy (After a quick scroll through his socials, who wouldn’t think that? The way he spoke and acted didn’t help either.) Guess this solidified it?
“I have a feeling that you guys have more questions. What do you think, Timmy? You okay with me answering a bit more?”
“Mhmmm,” the man in question responded languidly. “Master’s always been so smart and helpful. Timmy trusts you completely.”
“In that case, let’s continue! What else would you like to know?"
‘ARE U TIMMY’S PARTNER’
‘dating??????’
‘ @ well obviously who calls a friend “master”’
‘how long have yall been going out?’
PC chuckled. “Yes, we’re together! We’ve been dating for…How long has it been?”
“About a year, nya~”
‘a year?????’
‘THATS SO LONF’
‘KNEW IT’
‘yall are so adorable together!!! <333’
‘HOW DID WE NOT KNOW SOONER’
‘wow congrats!!’
‘wait when PC first entered, they said that its been too long since yall saw each other in person’
“Yeah, we originally lived in the same neighborhood, but he moved a while ago,” PC responded. “It had been difficult for us to actually see each other again, but here we are!”
“Timmy apologizes for that. He’s very sorry for lack of communication. Next time, Timmy will keep in better contact with Master.”
Messages of support continued. Others stated they didn’t really care about the status of the relationship itself. They had never seen Timmy so at peace before.
He had never been the most energetic of people (at least, as far as the audience knew), but this blissful state was one fans hadn’t really seen before. Unfortunately, this peaceful moment ended far sooner than Timmy would have liked.
Viewers resumed asking questions. He sighed deeply, trying to remain composed.
‘PC timmy always refuses to tell us but how did he make his ears? and his tail? how do they function?’
‘yeah how does he move them?’
‘pls let us know! it would help my cosplay a tonnnnn’
‘they look super nice too. what’s his secret?’
“So you guys want to know about his ears and tail, huh?”
Luckily, PC had anticipated this one.
“Timmy and I would love to tell you, but unfortunately, he signed an NDA when his company hired him as a Brand Ambassador.”
“Yep! Boss said something about trade secrets, making sure competitors wouldn’t find out and copy them for their mascot or whatever. Timmy didn’t really understand why, but the company insisted on him keeping quiet. Sorry everyone.”
‘we’ve been asking since before you were hired???’
“The contract had been in the works for a longggg time, ages before Timmy got popular. The company kept telling him to tell his lovely audience that these were Timmy’s real ears and tail to keep up appearances. All technology/materials used are company secrets, nya.”
‘dude why are companies so strict like that’
‘@ real its not like were gonna sell shit to The Competition for a quick buck. its not that serious like???’
‘OHHHH yeah i forgot those contracts take a while’
‘understandable, thanks for at least telling us that yall’
‘sorry for botherin y’all about it 😔’
‘was really hoping to get some cosplay tips but no worries tysm!’
PC smiled down at him proudly. Timmy wasn’t as dumb as he portrayed himself, and seeing him exercise those skills was such a delight to witness.
“Looks like Timmy’s ready to answer some questions,” PC remarked. “Do you have anything you want to ask him specifically?”
The duo were once again bombarded with inquiries. This time, there was no particular subject. People asked more general questions to those of a more personal nature.
‘timmy’s favorite food?’
‘any hobbies?’
‘do you have a fans only acc👀’
‘ @ BRUH’
‘can we see the throw pillow PC got you???"‘
“Woah, that’s a lot! Let’s take them one at a time. A semi-lightining round, if you will. So fave food, Timmy?”
“Tuna.”
“Hobbies?”
“Sleeping and being cute.”
“And I can answer this next one for you. No, he does not have an FO account.”
“Should Timmy make one?” he asked mischievously.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea. Even if you wanted to post on FO, your company probably won’t let you.”
This greatly displeased some people in the chat.
“Sorry folks, brand image and all that, I’m sure you understand. Last question: throw pillow. Wanna show it to the audience?”
“Timmy doesn’t see why not.”
“Okay, just…I don’t know if you’ll like it.”
“Of course he will! Master has impeccable taste,” Timmy winked.
A light blush spread across PC’s face. They then walked over to his coffee table and pulled the pillow out of the bag, quickly hiding it behind their back.
“Everyone close your eyes aaaanndddd…” PC approached Timmy, who also was covering his eyes with his hands.
“Open them!”
Timmy spun around.
Before him was a square pastel blue pillow. Two cats were shown: a grey one and a black one. The larger grey cat was cuddling with the smaller black cat on a windowsill that overlooked a sunset.
“So what do you think?”
“It’s beautiful…” Timmy said, speaking of his new pillow with revere.
He got up from his seat and PC handed the pillow to him. He held it gently. returning to his seat and holding it close to his chest.
“Soooo soft, so thoughtful.”
“Glad you like it,” PC said, returning to their seat as well.
“How could Timmy not? It’s a present from Master’s heart. Everything you do means so much to him,” he said. For a moment, the man went silent. He stared at the pillow, seeming to be in deep thought. His vision blurred slightly as tears begun to form.
Gathering himself, Timmy held up the pillow to the webcam. “Look everyone! Isn’t Timmy’s new pillow cute?”
‘THATS ADORABLE’
‘AWWWW’
‘you’re such a thoughtful partner pc!!’
‘that’s so cuteeee’
‘PC YOU GOT THIS AT FLOORMART TOO RIGHT?
One comment in particular stood out. Timmy smiled brightly in response.
“Master has always taken care of Timmy. They’ve been there since the beginning, helping even when they didn’t have to. They’re the reason why Timmy is able to speak to you all today.” He paused for a moment. PC looked at him with concern, but he just gave them a small, sure smile. “Life used to be very lonely for Timmy. He was always kept away from friends. Not many people talked to him either. But Master was able to help him become more confident in who he is! Things have been MUCH better since. To be very honest, Timmy doesn’t know what he’d do without them.”
He looked fondly into PC’s eyes, an enamored expression on his face. In a low, sincere tone, he said “So thank you, for everything.”
PC kissed him on the cheek and hugged him close. In his ear, they whispered “I love you so, so much. You have brought so much light and happiness into my life, you’re the one who deserves thanks. So thank you too, because without you, I have no idea where I’d be.”
They continued to hold each other, not wanting to separate. When they eventually did, Timmy wiped away PC’s tears with his hands and gently cupped their face. He then touched their foreheads together. whispering something in PC’s ear, to which they chuckled lightly at. After one more embrace and another tender glance, they resumed the livestream.
The stream went on for another hour, answering more questions, discussing how each of their days were going, what was new in their lives, and telling the audience fun anecdotes.
“Thank you to everyone who spent time with Timmy and Master today!”
“And follow this darling @timmytim.nya for more cute content. I would say this was pretty successful. How about you, love?”
“It couldn’t have gone better! Timmy thinks, and only if Master is okay with it, maybe sometime later…we could do another one?”
“I’d love to! It’s getting late and we haven’t eaten yet, so we can discuss the details later.”
“Expect a post from Timmy soon announcing the date!”
People in the chat were ecstatic. The fans thanked the both of them for such a wonderful first stream and wished them well. PC and Timmy said their goodbyes in turn and ended the stream at approximately 8 pm.
Metrics showed that a little over seventeen million people tuned in, resulting in Timmy gaining even more fans and fame. Fans both new and old loved the stream and said as much in the comment sections of Timmy's latest posts, excited for another. They also tried to find PC’s social media accounts inhopes of following them too. Multiple searches turned up nothing until one person found them. Looks like trying to go under the radar wouldn’t be as successful as they originally planned.
Timmy’s supervisor contacted him the following Monday. Oddly enough, the stream also boosted sales. Just having the water bottle in frame caused a 2% increase in orders for tuna fillets. His boss told him that the company was VERY pleased with him and was giving a raise proportionate with the company’s new profits.
2% didn’t seem like a lot to Timmy, so he didn’t pay it much mind. That changed when he saw his next paycheck.
Looks like a celebratory shopping trip with Master was in order! Maybe they could find something for their next livestream.