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As the superchat make its way across her screen, she adds it to her mental tally. Another 2 dollars. In total that is around thirty. For the past 2 hours of broadcast. She stares at the statistics beneath her. 103 live audience present. Not accounted for those using Adblock. Finana briefly turns away from her microphone, taking in a deep breath and regain composure. The zatsudan broadcast is almost nearing the end.
With a smile she, the fishy girl thanks her viewers for tuning in for the night. Although there were not many in the live chat thanking back. Not even an emoticon. Swallowing spit to hide an awkward stutter, Finana gives her audience one last update on her next project. Enthusiastically hoping it would garner a single response. There was one; a poop emoji.
With that, she disconnects her broadcast and turn in for the day. Routinely, she grabs her pillow and screams into it. Sobbing profusely, soaking the fabric in salty moisture. 'Where did it go wrong?' she thought to herself. Two years had passed since that horrible day. It was a blunder that almost cost her everything; her career, her relationships, even her own self worth if there were any left after she had made a fool out of herself. What was the blunder in question again? She had forgotten. All she knew was that it involved Millie, Chibidoki, and possibly a few substances in-between takes. She tried her hardest to bury the memory within the darkest crevice of her once lust addled brain.
To the internet however, they say otherwise. The internet never forgets. No matter how many takedowns she filed against those who reupload the VOD of that incident, it will always come back to haunt her like a mourning spectre. The staff over at Anycolor no longer deemed it necessary to comply to her demands to censor every reupload of that mistake of an incident.
As for her co-workers? It's been 5 months since she last texted anyone from Nijisanji. In fact the only communication she has made with her organization for the past year is the occasional e-mail from her manager, though warden is the better suited role, listing every single mistake she had made in every stream. NIJIFES had just rolled by last week. As expected, she was not invited. Her face printed on merchandise and posters. Her presence null. Anycolor has been cutting their losses by pretending Finana does not even exist. Merely using her likeness to sell off the last remaining overstock of her merchandise.
A ring. A notification. An e-mail from her warden. Not a single word. Only a 12 page PDF. Finana pauses as she feels her heart sinking deeper into her mattress.
Why are there this many pages? What sort of blunder had she done this time? She mentally recalls and replays the entirety of her newest broadcast from beginning until the end. She swore not a single blacklisted sentence escaped her lips this time. As her finger shakes, she opens the e-mail. As the file loads, her eyes scan at the header. A letter from Anycolor; 'Notice of Instant Termination & Summon for Defamatory Reparations'.
For a split second, she could have felt as if a heartstring inside her heart twists and snapped. No. Not yet. She has to be strong. 'You already lost plenty before, what is there to lose now?' she thought. With a steady pace, Finana mentally runs over the basics of the document, starting with the notice. With every word, her heart beats faster, her fingertips warming up with each pulse, sweat seeping from her palms until she reached the final period; by the time she receives this document, Finana Ryugu has officially been declared terminated from Nijisanji and is no longer an employee of Anycolor or any of its subsidiaries. Hastily, nearly dropping her phone, Finana opens up Nijisanji's official Twitter page. True to their words, there it is. A notice of her termination in bold. A legitimate action. No longer a silent threat. To Finana, the shock was just the beginning.
The post was not made in the past minute of her receiving the e-mail. No. It was posted prior to that. Much, much prior. 2 hours before now, exactly at the beginning of her newest stream. She had been officially declared terminated throughout the whole broadcast. Yet not a single audience, nor even her colleagues, mentioned anything about it. As for the post's statistic, it was the final nail in the coffin for her expectations. Only a couple retweets, a meager number of messages, and on the contrary there were plenty of likes. Up to five digits worth of users saw the notice as a positive.
It was a shut and close case. The inference to be made was obvious. Everyone wanted her gone for good.
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