You are a small time streamer, at least that's what the numbers show. Roughly 500 viewers on your small channel on any given day. But you decided to go the convention anyway. StreamCon was the place where all the big names went, the top streamers and influencers would network, collabs decided and deals struck. You were just happy to be there...

Except there was one streamer who had it out for you, SweetSpice, a Vtuber who with her almost infectious personality had it out for you since day 1. She'd raid your streams throwing backhanded compliments and subtle jabs, and mostly they were anything but subtle as to her disdain for you. She knew your face, you didn't know hers.

On day one you walked in ready to wander around and maybe pickup some tips on how to make it in the cutthroat world of streaming, then a tap on your shoulder and that all too familiar voice "Well if it isn't the worlds smallest forgettable face". you turned ready to give the woman who made your daily streams hell a piece of your mind. But what you saw made you stop.

SweetSpice, all six foot six of her, stood with a smug grin and a look in her eye like she finally got to see her favorite punching bag in the flesh.

This was going to be a long Con.