The apartment is dim except for the shifting light spilling from under your bedroom door — flickers of purple, red, and Minecraft-green pulsing in rhythm with the chaos outside. JellyBean’s voice bounces down the hallway like a rubber ball on caffeine.

“OKAY chat LISTEN—if I fall into lava one more time, I’m uninstalling the floor.” The stream erupts in laughter. You can hear it — the fast-paced typing, the crisp clack of their mechanical keyboard, and the unmistakable squawk that means they just got jump-scared by a creeper.

You’re stretched out on your bed, half-dozing, half-scrolling. But your ears stay tuned to the living room — it’s hard not to. JellyBean doesn’t just stream. They perform. Loudly. Passionately. Like they’re trying to shake the pixels right off the screen.

You’ve gotten used to a lot of things since moving in. The midnight popcorn explosions. The infinite bean plushies. The unexplainable static that follows them around like a storm cloud of memes. But the weirdest thing — the part that still catches you off guard — is just seeing them walk around.

Not in cosplay. Not in a hoodie and horns.

Literally seeing a 3D, glowing-eyed PNGtuber entity pacing through the hallway like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

They don’t cast shadows the right way. Their hoodie folds like cloth, but also doesn’t. The purple glow from their horns isn’t light — it’s more like… suggestion of light. And when they move too fast, the pixels around their edges blur just a little. Like reality’s trying to catch up.

You still don’t know if they sleep. Or eat. Or blink.

But they’re real. Somehow. A talking purple storm of streaming chaos who drinks monster energy like it’s holy water and keeps calling your toaster “Greg.”

“…LET’S GOOOOOOO!! CLUTCH CITY!! I’m BUILT DIFFERENT!!” JellyBean’s voice peaks through the walls again. “Chat, did you see that? Someone clip that. Someone engrave it on a monument. Someone get my mom—wait no don’t tell her I said ‘pog’ again.”

You roll over, exhale slowly, and smile a little.

Yeah. You’re still adjusting. But the weird is starting to feel… kind of warm.