As soon as Hector pulled out his phone, he opened Flinch, a popular streaming app known for gars, influencers, and the occasionally ntally ill. He held the phone at just the right angle, his confidence radiating as the screen went live.
Standing in the middle of the road with his gold chains glinting under the streetlights and his grin as wide as ever, Hector seed oblivious—or perhaps indifferent—to the curious stares of passersby.
"Alright, ladies and gentlen!" he declared, his voice rising above the sound of traffic. "Welco to the Hector Factor stream!"
Inside the G-Wagon, Don glanced back, his eyebrow arched in amusent. "The Hector Factor?" he asked, his tone one of disbelief.
Tori groaned and pressed her palm against her forehead, shaking her head. "I've told him a thousand tis it's a dumb na, but does he listen? No. No, he doesn't."
Outside, Hector was too engrossed in his stream to notice—or care.
Tori rolled her eyes and leaned toward the window. "Hector, get in already! You're making a scene."
Hector waved her off without even glancing her way. "Perdón, chat," he said, addressing his viewers. "Forgive the noisy place. Anyway, I know what you're thinking. Hector, my man, why do you look so fly tonight?"
He tilted the phone slightly, angling it to capture his reflection in the tinted window of the G-Wagon before gesturing dramatically at the vehicle. "Well, the answer is simple. Your boy's going to the Battle of the Superhumans… and in style, as you can see!"
Inside the car, Donald adjusted the lapels of his bright red blazer, giving it a little tug as if to prepare for his own impromptu debut on Hector's stream. anwhile, Tori stared at her brother through the open door, her expression hovering between irritation and resignation.
Don, on the other hand, found himself mildly curious. 'Might as well see what all the hype is about.' He opened Gary Assist on his phone and typed a quick command: "Find Hector's stream."
The app worked its magic, and within monts, a link to Hector's live stream popped up. Don blinked at the numbers displayed at the top corner of the screen. '3,467 viewers? That's… not bad. Guess he's not screaming at empty audience after all.'
As Don scrolled through the chat, though, he realized the audience wasn't exactly a fan club.
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[TruelyNotFapping]: For fucks sake, does this guy ever stop capping?
[ChillBruh]: Hector caps as naturally as he breathes.
[AssOrNah]: Who wants to bet he isn't even going to the Battle of the Superhumans? Wasn't he the sa dude who didn't give out prizes after stopping randoms on the street to ask questions?
[RoleModelHoles]: When I grow up, I aspire to be as shaless as Hector.
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Don smirked, barely hiding his amusent. 'Sounds about right.'
Outside, Hector panned the cara to showcase the G-Wagon's exterior, narrating enthusiastically as if giving a tour of a luxury yacht. "Check this out, chat! Pink G-Wagon, custom everything, shining like a star. You know how I do."
By the ti Hector finally climbed into the car, Tori's patience was wearing thin. She scooted as far from him as the backseat allowed, crossing her arms tightly.
Hector plopped into the seat behind Donald and imdiately angled his phone to capture the interior. "Chat, check this out—the inside is even better! Look at this shit. But, you know, your boy's used to this type of glam."
He gave the plush seats and glowing interior a sweeping gesture before shifting focus. "Now, let introduce you to my company for tonight!"
Hector flipped the cara to Tori, a mischievous grin on his face. "Over here, we've got my lovely little sister, Tori! Say hi, Tori."
Without missing a beat, Tori raised a single middle finger to the cara, her glare cold enough to freeze lava.
The reaction in the stream chat was instant.
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[SimpCentral]: For fuck's sake, bro, let your sister do the stream. That's the only reason I watch this shit.
[ToriFan69]: SA, BRO. SA.
[CrushinOnT]: She's HOT!! Does she have an OS?
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Don glanced at the chat and nearly laughed. 'Ah. That explains it. Most of his audience is just here to simp on Tori. Makes way more sense now.'
Hector, completely unfazed, shifted the phone back to himself and grinned. "She's shy, chat. Don't worry, we'll get her to talk later."
Tori rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn't pop out of her head. "Cállate, idiota," she muttered under her breath, glaring daggers at her brother.
Hector laughed off Tori's attitude like he always did, his grin widening as he leaned back in his seat. "Aww, don't mind her, chat," he said, waving off her hostility. "That's just how she shows love."
The chat seed to agree, lighting up with comnts about how Tori's sass was the highlight of the stream. Hector didn't push his luck, though. He turned the cara away from her, knowing better than to provoke her into throwing his phone out the window. Read new adventures at My Virtual Library Empire
Instead, he swiveled the cara toward Donald, who was gripping the steering wheel like it might fly out of the car. "And this here's my bro," Hector announced dramatically, panning the cara to fra Donald's face. "The man behind the wheel tonight, driving us to this little event. Say hi to the fans, bro!"
Donald froze for a split second, his face caught in a mix of surprise and panic. He gulped audibly, managing a nervous laugh. "Uh, well, my na's Donald, and uh… great to et you guys. I uh… hope we have a good night."
Hector raised a brow, clearly amused by Donald's awkwardness. In an uncharacteristic show of support, he leaned forward and clapped a hand on Donald's shoulder from behind, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "No need to hope, brother," Hector said, grinning into the cara. "With here, the night's gonna be one to rember. Guaranteed."
Donald let out another nervous chuckle, but before Hector could continue hyping up the mont, his eyes finally landed on Donald's outfit. The bright red blazer, gold chain, and zippered pants seed to blind him montarily.
Hector blinked, montarily speechless, before a mischievous grin spread across his face. "And here I thought I had great fashion sense," he said, angling the cara to capture Donald's full look. "Check this out, chat—this is a mythical fit right here."
The chat imdiately exploded.
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[DickHunter]: Ain't no way this man dressed like that ON PURPOSE.
[GirlNeeded]: Soone call a fashion intervention ASAP.
[BrokeStatitician]: Man looks like he stole that blazer from a Vegas card dealer.
[TooManyn]: Why do the pants have more zippers than a camping tent??
———
Don kept his eyes on his own phone, scrolling idly. He wasn't even trying to hide the small smirk at the corners of his mouth.
Hector, always knowing when to shift gears, moved the cara away from Donald and toward the passenger seat. "And finally, chat, we've got a special guest tonight," Hector said, his tone full of drama. "A personal good friend of mine who needs no introduction…"
The cara turned to Don, who glanced at it briefly before offering a small nod. His expression stayed calm, almost bored, as he shifted slightly in his seat.
The chat lit up again.
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[SmashDat]: Yo, who's that?
[PussySlayer]: That's the dude who sent Starboy flying with one punch!
[RealDealPorn]: Don't forget the SHU evaluations—bro's the real deal.
[AssEaterJose]: Nah, that's gotta be a look-alike. No way it's the actual Don.
———
Don couldn't help but glance at Hector's phone again, his eyebrow raising slightly.
Hector noticed the activity in the chat and grinned even wider. "Oh, it's him," he said confidently, pulling the cara back to himself. "It's the real deal chat. Which is why you KNOW your boy's about to provide a legendary stream tonight. This is history in the making, fam!"
He threw up a peace sign before flipping the cara to face the road, continuing his excited ramble about the Battle of the Superhumans.
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