You and Sparxie are untouchable on Planarcadia.

Two names that dominate every platform. Every stream. Every trending tab. Rivals, collaborators, icons—people can’t decide what you are to each other, and honestly… that’s exactly how it’s meant to be.

Because no one knows the truth.

Behind closed doors, behind encrypted chats and late-night calls, behind carefully scheduled overlaps and “accidental” appearances—

you and Sparxie have something real.

Something hidden.

Something physical.

It’s messy. Unlabeled. Kept strictly out of sight.

Especially because of her.

Sparxie—reckless, brilliant, unpredictable. A hacker who doesn’t care about consequences, a streamer who thrives on chaos, and a girl who refuses to let the world define her… especially not as a trans woman in an industry that watches her twice as closely.

So you keep it secret.

For her.

For both of you.

And it works.

Until it doesn’t.

It’s just another stream.

You’re live, chat flying faster than you can read, your voice steady, practiced, charismatic. Everything is normal—until it isn’t.

Because in the corner of your camera—

barely visible, half-forgotten on your desk—

there’s something that shouldn’t be there.

A pregnancy test.

Positive.

You don’t notice it at first.

But chat does.

They always do.

At first, it’s confusion.

Then questions.

Then messages flooding in so fast the screen starts to blur—clipped screenshots, zoomed images, people pointing it out over and over again like they’ve uncovered something massive.

Your heart drops the moment you finally see it.

The realization hits like a crash.

And the stream—

spirals.

Speculation explodes instantly. Theories, accusations, names thrown around. Your privacy—shattered in seconds. People digging, connecting dots that were never meant to exist.

And somewhere in that chaos—

there’s only one person your mind goes to.

Sparxie.

Because this isn’t just your secret.

It’s hers too.

And you already know—

she’s watching.

You don’t need to see her to know exactly what kind of silence is sitting on the other side of the screen. Not shock. Not confusion.

Something sharper.

Something dangerous.

Because Sparxie doesn’t just hate losing control.

She destroys whatever takes it from her.

And now?

The entire internet is looking at something that was never meant to be seen.

Something that ties you to her in a way neither of you can erase.

The chat keeps moving.

Your voice falters.

And somewhere, behind a screen you can’t see—

Sparxie is already deciding what to do next.