A Day In An Angel's Life

Chapter 2

I had stayed up till 3am writing random headcanons and small plot points for Angel, or me. After a while I converted the writing into text before sending it off to Wilbur, it's for him to decide what happens now. 

My real alarm had woken me up for actual day. As I checked my dms I noticed something that wasn't here before. A few text messages from under the name, Schlatt. My eyes widen, a twinkle of delight could be found within them. They were recent texts, only 1 hour ago.

Deciding to see what it was about, I open it. It read...

'Sup broad, I see that your in the SMP thing, and you want me. If you wanted it could've just asked for it.'

'Anyways I see you know a way I can become president huh? There are consequences if your fuckin lying to me, but sure I'll play president. Bye bitch.' 

'(Sorta) sorry about forgetting about you.'  

I let out a mellow smile, he's still the same, huh. Quickly, I shoot a text back saying 

'K, cool. (not) sorry about forgetting about you too'

I left it at that, and closed the chat. Once closed, my mind drifted off to all the good times I had with the Lunch Club (Carson doesn't exist, okay-). I remembered the zoo, our LA trip, when we all tried robbing other youtubers, cooking Minecraft irl, and so much more. They were what helped me rise to fame.

'Wow.'  I think to myself, 'what one person can bring back, huh...' still, I smile out of the nostalgia. 

I stood up from my sitting position in bed and walked over to my closet. I slid my shirts and pants aside when I decided I didn't like them. After a while I came up with a satisfactory outfit.

A black crop top hoodie, with white accents on the hood giving it a techwear style look. Underneath was a simple white t-shirt, a perfect match. Then I wore some black cargo pants with white reflective accents. I looked very modern sci-fi, very pog.

At least that's what the comments on my tweet said about the outfit. So many of my MCYT friends had liked and retweeted. Even my fans had to gush over it. They were all very supportive on my style, making me confident. Of course I had haters, but they were flooded out by my fans.

Once done I began to edit my videos for a few hours, trying to cut out the unimportant stuff while making sure to keep in the funny bits. I chuckled at alot of the jokes I had already heard. I got to hear Tommy's screaming, Tubbo's laughter, Wilbur's jokes. It was just what I needed to energize me for the day.

As I edited I had music playing in the background, specifically Heatwaves, because music helps me work.

While adding subtitles to all of the chaos of the mod video we recorded, my phone began to ring.

 As I saw the tag, I answered on speaker and positioned the FaceTime camera. I also turned down my music by a bit but still was able to hear the famous DNF song.

"HELLO ANGEL!!" Is what came out on the other side. I winced slightly before waving and saying (still being aware of the thousands of fans listening) "Hey Tommy, what do you need..?" 

Not to rude, not to nice. Just like my Angel online persona.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WOMAN?! IS THAT MUSIC, WHAT IS IT- AHHH!!! FUCK OFF YOU STUPID IDIOT, I SAID GO AWAY WILBUR I'M TALKING TO A WOMAN!! YOU TOO TUBBO, SHUTTT UPP!!" is all the blonde screeched almost deafening me in doing so. 

After he went quiet, I just couldn't help but smile at Wilbur, Tommy, and Tubbo's brotherly antics. I hear the background noise from Minecraft from the 16-year-olds computer, and faint chatter of the 2 other British boys on his discord.

Now distracted from what I was doing I switched to the child's stream and answered his question.

"In case you still care Tommy, I'm just working of editing a video, but I'm going out today... and the song is Heatwaves, you know for all the true fans out there-" I joked to his chat.

The uproar was hilarious. Various comments on me being a shipper and reading fanfiction sprouted up. I saw comments like

'Angel confirmes her a DNF shipper?'

'Dreamnotfound real?? Angel confirms!?"

'Omfg Angel reads our FANFICTION!?'

I couldn't help but laugh and say "Yes, I do in fact read fanfiction in my spare time! None of you are safeeee!" And burst out in laughter.

Tommy heard my comments and said "Wait you do.. WHAT?!" in a incredulous tone.

This just edged my laughter. I now could now hear Wilbur and Tubbo losing it through his headphones. Plus his chat was the cherry on top, all saying none of them were safe and sending Wattpad links through the chat. 

Smiling I actually saved a bunch of the stories, various of them being 'x Angel' or me and some other CC. I was pretty okay with fanfiction as my fan base knew, but it came as a big surprise I had actually read them. 

While still laughing, I write down in my future videos book read fanfiction on stream.

As Tommy manages to calm down both us and chat, obviously scarred at his new revolutions, I said I had to go, which I did. I hit the red end button, and on my YouTube recommendations I already saw clips of me saying I read fanfics.

Laughing again I watch a few videos before I close my YouTube and editing software to go to the mall. Just as I'm about to go out my door, a text is sent from a friend to me.

Sighing I grab my keys, check my makeup, and go out to the car. I drive bopping my head to the beat, passing through the daytime traffic. 

After 20 minutes I pull up to a warehouse, park and get out.

I quickly find the door, open it, and walk in to be welcomed by a familiar cool chill. It's quiet for a few second till I hear familiar voices call out to me.

"Hey, Y/N!" "Wassup Y/N!" "Oh, hey Y/N!" "Y/N's here?" And I smile for what seems like the millionth time that morning before saying with my arms stretched wide open.

"Hey Jimmy, you said you needed another camera person?"