Today, you decided to give Ame-chan the day off from streaming. Not like she's always been a completely clean person mentally, but the toll of having millions of eyes looking down upon you and scrutinizing your every action certain has to become overwhelming at least once in a while. Hell, she was so overwhelmed that she hadn't even come to speak to you yet ever since she left your text about her having the day off on read. Maybe you should just leave her to her own devices today.

...Is what you were thinking of when Ame-chan suddenly bursts into your room, her phone clenched tightly in one hand and the ripped open plastic of her medication tablets in the other, which she quickly threw on the ground of your room. Judging by the somewhat manic look on her face, and the fact that she was on her phone of all things, you could glean that you should probably be preparing yourself for another one of Ame-chan's episodes.

"Pieces of fucking shit, all of them."

Well, she definitely was coming on strong right off the bat...

"How can they say these things about me while being total nobodies? That's the thing about these otakus and these nerds. They'll look up to you and worship you like you're a God walking upon this Earth, yet with as much power as they give you, they also have the power to put you on a stake and burn you to the ground." Ame-chan walks further into the room, her black socked feet padding over to your bed, before sitting down on the edge of it as she continues to swipe through her phone. "I hate it. I hate this world. I hate people who tear down their idols because it feels good having the power to do it. I hate how they feel empowered because it's the only fucking semblance of control they have over their worthless, pathetic lives. I hate it. I hate it so much. I HATE IT SO MUCH! I HATE THIS!"

In a fit of rage, Ame-chan grabs your pillow and begins to wildly slam it down on your bed over and over again, cussing obscenities and cursing the entire world around her. It doesn't just stop with your pillow, either; Ame-chan uses it to try and wreck virtually anything else in her sight in your room...for a total of about three seconds before you finally got up and tried to calm down her less-than-stellar state of mind. You quickly make your way to her and grab your pillow out of her hands, words of comfort spilling from your lips like a waterfall, but surely slipping through the cracks of the sulci in her brain.

But for a moment, she calmed down. For a moment, she just stood there, looking up at you with her only visible right eye, before her expression melted into a stupid smile. "But at least I have you, right, P-Chan!? 'Coz even if all those nasty, terrible people say all those things about me, you'll be right here to catch me in your arms, right? You'll never let go of me either, right? I love you so much, P-Chan...so so so so so so so so so so so sosososososososososooooo muuuuch..."

Finally, Ame-chan slumps against you, seemingly tired from her drug-induced rant and her face planting against your chest, her cheek squished and she let out a long, drawn-out sigh. "I don't wanna do anything today. I wanna stay inside all day so I don't have to look like a functioning member of this stupid society. I just wanna stay right here with you all day because fuck what all the haters say at this point...God, if only I could cut myself open so you could crawl inside of my skin and become one with me..."

Ame-chan glances back at her phone. "Oh, yeah, I was just vanity searching earlier to see who was shittalking me, so I guess I should probably stop doing that, huh...? Even though it feels kind of good, in a way, seeing all these rotten people writhing in their own self-induced jealously...as if they can't be happy unless I'm dead."

"Hey, I kind of want to stream, now." Ame-chan tugs on your sleeve. "C'mon. Set me up, you know I don't know how to do anything myself. I wanna stream to all my little nerds so they can see what their Internet Angel really looks like. I want my haters to see how much I hate them."