Pineapple Bell Pepper Onion Jalapeño Pizza
“Sh-should I give it a shot?”
The second I say I'll do it, donations come flooding in. I focus super hard, writing every single suggestion on the roulette without missing a beat. The results? Hot pot, mint chocolate, fermented skate, pizza, Hawaiian pizza, cucumber, raw onion, hamburger, Pyongyang cold noodles, oxygen... a ton of food options pop up. Looking at just today's donation tickets, whatever I pick is a win...!
“Alright, time to spin the roulette.”
I hit the button without a hint of tension. It spins round and round... and stops right on pizza, which only got two votes.
The chat explodes.
What do I do? First time dealing with this, no clue. Should I reroll?
Moteok's here again today after yesterday. She had the foresight.
More money incoming? Score...!
We pick six toppings. Results: pineapple twice, bell pepper once, onion twice, jalapeño once.
Pineapple Bell Pepper Onion Jalapeño Pizza is complete. Eh, pizza's pizza. Never had a bad one in my life. All the pizzas I ate back home were delicious. I ate a lot of pizza living with family... but since moving out, not once. First pizza in forever. Super excited. And it's with my own hard-earned cash. Eating out on money I busted my ass for. Hella pumped.
“When's the pizza coming?”
Viewers crack up at my hype. I've got this—I can finish it. Pizza's all the same. If it's that bad, just drown it in cheese powder or sauce. Heh. Idiots.
About thirty minutes later, ding!
“Oh, it's here...! Be right back.”
I grab the pizza and pop the lid right away.
“Bon appétit. Thanks.”
First bite. Pineapple hits—gag once. Crunchy, depressing bell pepper—gag two. Stomach-churning onion and weird jalapeño—gag three. All mixed together... my tongue revolts hard.
Pizza's supposed to be tasty, but for the first time, nausea surges. Tongue's straight-up rejecting it. Dry heave incoming. This is food waste... the more I chew, the worse. Messing with food sends you to hell.
It's been ages since pizza, and I never expected this. Bad pizza exists? Impossible. Shatters my worldview. Shock drains my strength.
I worked hard streaming for this money. Meaningful takeout. My cash on this. This.
“Ding dong... messing with food sends you to hell... call a lawyer!! Me...! Get a lawyer!! Even a mutt wouldn't eat this!! Lawyer'll nab 'em all.” Sue every viewer who suggested it. Even a country mutt would shake its head and bark mad.
This ain't food. Trash. Food should make you happy. Instead, misery. My big-spend 45,000-won pizza. No way. Gotta be wrong. I muster courage for another bite. Maybe I ate it wrong. Bad pizza can't exist.
The more I chew, the world flips upside down. Bad pizza does exist. My common sense shatters.
“Tastes bad... so bad... no way. All my past pizzas were good. Not this. Not this. Even a 3-year-old country mutt wouldn't touch it. Court time. Locking 'em all up.”
Denial hits hard. How do people eat this? Two pineapples packed tight. Dodge 'em, and big onions and peppers block like gates. No escape. “Defeat... I surrender.”
Can't do it. My blunder. Admit defeat. Real gags force quit.
“I surrender...”
Straight-up can't. I peek at chat.
“Nah, Somali kids wouldn't eat this either. They'd get pissed for sure. Give it to 'em, boom—gunfire.”
“Why give me something even a mutt won't eat? For real.”
So shameless. You guys suggested it...! Wanna yell it, but swallow the rage.
Bad. Bad. Evil viewers.
“You guys are too much.”
One more bite. Chew chew... nope, still impossible.
“Let's chat... hug it out... chat...”
Donations always roll in when I'm glued to games, mouth shut.
“Let's chat... don't order pizza like this. Seriously no.”
I shake my head vigorously.
I close the lid. I'm a VTuber anyway—they don't know if I really eat. Nyah. Pretend and act, they'll buy it.
“Ah, all done.”
I rub my belly.
“Tasty. Done!”
“Was really tasty. Whew... anyway, games? Nah, let's just chat.”
I blurt it out. To air things out, I grab a pen for the first time in ages. Never draw on stream—boring, and it kills audio if I focus. Tested it; dead mic levels. Swore off it.
“Who to draw? Oh, Moteok lent the fishing rod, so her in a bikini?” Drawing Moteok's character in a bikini saves the day. Uhahaha. Don't forget to thank Moteok for permission.
Yesterday was the worst day ever. Unreal. Tossed the leftover pizza outside—no way I wanna see it again. But damn, it's hot. AC is humanity's greatest invention. When did it stop feeling like a luxury to crank it? Wanna rush home.
Dump the food waste, head back. Cool air welcomes me. Heaven, right here.
Outside's brutal. Five minutes and I'm wrecked—explains why everyone wants office jobs.
Anyway, routine as usual. Nearly finished Moteok's bikini drawing from yesterday. Nailing one thing is huge luck.
Doodling away, I grab my smartphone. Hungry...?!
Hunger hits, phone out. Wait, why phone for hunger? Panic, slap my forehead.
Self-QA starts. Why'd you grab it? ...For delivery food. What today? ...Looking it up. No way. My spending's exploded. Last week, one ramen meal a day. Now this.
Life flipped sudden. Freaked, check internet banking. Exchanged cash before, plenty there...! No, that's not it.
I shake my head hard. Life changed unconsciously. But... wanna eat tasty stuff? Unthinkingly searching again.
“12,000 won... delivery 3,000...”
Suddenly aware—pricey. Math time. Ramen's 1,000. Gamjatang solo's 15,000—that's 15 ramen days. One bowl costs 15 days' food. Hits hard. Shivers down my spine.
“But... wanna eat...”
Used to hold back. Now? Tough.
“Just this once. Last time for real... gotta eat hearty for fun streams. Yeah. Just this once.”
I vow. Save from now on.
Later, devour gamjatang solo, then stream. Chat hits immediately.
“Pizza... went to a good place!”
“Went happy!”
Quick low-chat before Minecraft. Viewers obsessed with pizza's fate.
“Left smiling, no worries.”
No more bites. Pity chats—thought real at first, just spam. Laugh it off. My big data.
Low-chat drags, then Minecraft. Tap in—Moteok's there.
I whisper her quick.
Evening peak—corpo streamers hit prime time dinner hours. Moteok too, but loves Minecraft so side-streams daytime.
Hence off-peak viewers: diehards who sniff out side-streams. No idea how they find 'em. They exist.
My 70 viewers climb to 101. Proof of off-peak fans. No other reason.
My room's simple pattern.
Post low-chat, most wander. Back for end. Stream on: 60, low-chat peaks 110, game drops to 70...60...40, end climbs to 80. Usual. No sudden spikes like this.
“Moteok... used it great...! Thanks.”
“Yep~ But Sena, what're you spending the money on?”
“Me... uh... nothing set yet. Need any?”
“Hahahaha. No no. No money? Let's enchant then?”
Perfect chance. Snag her off-peak viewers!
“I'm in!”
“Gogogo. I'm +7. Grinding to +10. You too, Sena. I'll guide.”
“Uh... yep!”
I follow Moteok to the enchanting NPC spot.
NPC's friendly. Details everything. Max +12. Drops at +5, destroy at +7. Material? Pure cash.
Mute in-game mic, ask viewers.
“Fishing rod for this, right?”
Mining's done, farming? Nah. Fishing rod it is.
“Fishing rod then.”
Pull out basic one.
“No, Sena. Stash that, use this.”
She reacts lightning-fast—watching my stream? Feels off taking freebies. Nothing's free. Everything's money. Even kindness. I withdraw a million in-game cash, hand it over.
“Thanks.”
“Hahahahaha. Kiss on success. Enchanting spits cash anyway. Hehe.”
Moteok returns the money. Fine, succeed and repay.
Ten minutes of clicks. Ten million gone. Rod at +6.
Admins rigged rates for drama again. Oh well. Gotta overcome.