TheFerbguy

“As always, my friends. Do what you do best and for Aretha’s sake, STAYYYYYYYYYY BEAUTIFUL! FerbStation out!” FerbStation said to his watchers and ended the stream. They swung from their desk, putting his controller down, and stretched. “Whew…” FerbStation sighing with relief. “Another excellent livestream. I think the numbers went into the triple digits this time around.” The strange person was wearing a special bodysuit themed around the PlayStation but not just the PlayStation, It was based off of the latest console, the PS5. A white bodysuit with parts that are black and blue, covering him from neck to toe. A belt with the OG PlayStation symbol, green triangle, pink square, orange circle, and lite blue X. On one side of their legs were words written on them, the right leg had the word ‘Sony’ on them, while the left had ‘PS5’ on it. Though when they commissioned it, they accidentally made the costume look female. This meant the streamer came off as looking femmine, with breasts

It had been far too long since Samuel had returned back to his childhood home to help out with the always ample work to be done on the farm. Homesickness had made him impulsively decide to return to the farm for a weekend trip, and he had paid for the endeavor without any sort of regret. While he could not go for an extended amount of time, due to his own career now, he had decided that a weekend was just the right amount of time to reunite with both his family and the numerous Miltanks on the farm. One of his fondest pastime memories was spent with Mary, the sweetest and most endearing Miltank on the Natsu family farm. They had a special, unspoken bond, and any that had observed the two of them would say the same. Rarely was there a human and Pokémon bond that formed so instantaneously and effortlessly, and Samuel could tell by looking into the Miltank's kind blue eyes that she thought the same about him that he felt about her. Seeing her again was something that Samuel very much

The forest. The one place where Samuel could find resolute. The wayward winds made the leaves rattle and dance, filling the silence which ever-so apparently shrouded the walkway Samuel treaded on alone. He clutched his right arm with his left hand, slowly rubbing it to warm himself up slightly. His head and eyes looked down at the ground with an expression of self-loathing. A rustle of the leaves made him jump, only for him to peer over and see nothing. Gaining his composure, he realized his frailty only made him look even more pathetic. “The wind scares me, the grass scares me, the bushes scare me. Everything scares me all the time.” Samuel thought to himself in despair. “What is confidence anyway? Something I don’t have.” Samuel digressed in thought. His life was smitten in low self-esteem. Nowhere near the forefront of his attributes, he was quite introverted. Samuel was never one to raise his hand in class, or proudly speak publicly. He confined