Allen headed to his RGB room, as he didn't go to school, he might as well use this day to broadcast and see his beloved viewers, heh.
He sat with Wednesday as a cute doll in his lap.
"Weirdly, I allow you to carry me and treat me like this, but I guess it's my nature now..." Wednesday didn't know why she let Allen carry her.
She hated people. She despised being touched. But since she became a doll, her resistance broke, at least with Allen.
Upon carefully analyzing her situation, the gothic girl realized that this must be a phenomenon where her body influences her soul.
Upon hearing that, Allen remembered a certain movie where a man who turns into a dog starts acting like one after a short time.
Allen looked at Wednesday in his lap; she was a beautiful handmade doll, a mini version of Wednesday Addams. She wore a black dress, her hair tied in braids, adorned with a black butterfly-shaped hair accessory. Her slightly pale skin reflected the light. Allen thought that this version of Wednesday was meant for display, not as a plaything.
Indeed, Wednesday seems to transform into different types of dolls, from human-sized ones for... ahem... purposes, to a handmade version, and she even has a chibi plushie form. However, Wednesday seemed to prefer this type of doll and the life-size version. But upon discovering that her body could affect her mind, she decided not to use the sex doll form... for obvious reasons.
This deep down made Allen regret it. It's not that he desired it; it wasn't his idea to buy those sex dolls, nor did he need them as he has a beautiful girlfriend. But most men would be curious about how well those dolls, boasting to be the best in the world, are made...
Allen coughed, pushing away those thoughts, as he saw Wednesday staring at him.
Allen sighed and looked at the screens before starting the stream, he needed to address a problem.
How can he introduce the topic of traveling through DC and making content?
He can't just say, "Hi people, today I got a system that allows me to travel through the DC multiverse, and I can get powers and much more by live streaming it."
That's out of the question. It's complete madness. The moment he says that, half the world will start tracking him. Assassins, terrorists, governments, secret organizations, if there are, wizards too, even superheroes and villains... well, not many of the latter yet.
So Allen was thinking about what to do; he needed to reveal enough to have an excuse to justify going to DC but couldn't say too much.
Thinking about that, Allen came up with something, feign ignorance... yeah, as simple as that. Allen will start the stream as usual, and out of nowhere, he'll be transported to another world, and oh surprise, it's DC!
That's right, people; the DC world is a real-world like ours, Wow, and Allen will be trapped without knowing what to do. For some strange reason, he'll also gain powers, and for some strange reason, Allen can return to this world.
A perfect plan...
Of course, there will be people who suspect and others who will discover the truth, but Allen will pretend till the end, like a politician. If someone asks him, he knows nothing; it's just something that happened.
Allen will become powerful while everyone watching wonders, "What the heck is happening to Allen?!" And if he's lucky, the time will come when it won't matter if people know he has a legendary system.
After reviewing his plan, Allen prepared himself and started the stream.
After a few minutes, people started joining. Allen usually puts a five-minute introduction as the audience gathers.
"Good afternoon, people. Did you miss me? hahaha"
Allen appeared on screen with a white shirt and Wednesday in his lap. The gothic girl had an indifferent look, as it wasn't hard for her to pretend to be an inanimate object.
– No...
– What's with the white hair, did you turn into a hippie?"
"My hair was always white, it was just dyed black," Allen responded; he knows well the jerks who watch his stream, and he doesn't mind.
– Hey, bastard! I bet fifty bucks that you'd lose the fight, and you won! Screw you! (banned for thirty minutes)
– My grandpa says you punch like a girl, Allen.
"What are you saying, lolmaster? You don't have a grandpa," Allen replied with disdain.
– What's with that doll? Have you turned into a gay at last? (banned for thirty minutes)
'These sons of b...' thought Allen while forcing a smile. Allen is a decent person, but these people led him to become more and more rude.
– Hi, Allen.
"Hi, Ruby."
– How are you? I hope nothing bad happens to you.
"I'm fine, Alice. Thank you for caring." Allen sighed and calmed down; while he has many trolls and jerks in his chat, there are also many decent people.
"Stop talking, the last stream was unusual, but we'll return to the usual."
– What nonsense are you going to do? Admit that you have no talent *burp*
"Good morning, Rick, I missed you too... Who am I kidding, you're all a bunch of sons of..."
– D:
– D:
– LMAO
– D:
"But still, you're my bunch of sons of... and I love you."
– uwu
– Awww
– I want to have your child! ❤️
– Weren't you a man?
– What's the problem?
– ...
"Tell me again, why do you tolerate this strange method of self-torture?" Wednesday felt like she'd go crazy dealing with so many idiots.
[Host, I'm ready...]
"Alright, everyone be silent. It's time to show you some of my new content. Today, we'll react to my video and I'll explain how I did the special effects."
– I saw the video had better effects than the last Resident Evil movies.
– My butt has more quality than the Resident Evil movies.
"By the way, welcome to all the new viewers; I see we're over three hundred people. I'm not surprised given the viral nature of the fight."
"*Burp* They're just here for the morbid and then they'll leave."
PlayboyTStar has donated a hundred credits – "Actually, it's an incredibly quality video, kid. I'd like to know how you did it; you don't seem to have the proper equipment for something like that."
"Thank you for the credits, Playboy; it was complicated to make, I won't deny it. Don't worry. I'll get to that part."
– Okay
"One more thing, from now on, donations will appear as credits. Don't ask me why, I don't even know; I just received a notification that it would be like this. Each credit is a dollar, so, take care of your money."
[Initializing system... on live]
The landscape changed, and Allen stood in front of a warehouse. It was night, a little foggy, and quite cold.
"Wtf..." Allen stood in shock for a few seconds and then anxiously looked around. "What just happened?! Where am I?!"
– Huh?
– wtf?
– ???
As expected, people started questioning what was going on. But Allen appeared like an A-list actor with his perfect expression handling.
It's not that Allen has acting talent, but he practiced it with the help of Wednesday a hundred times before doing this.
In Wednesday's words: "Ignoring pain and faking emotions are basic skills for survival."
Wednesday didn't go with Allen; she stayed in the RGB room. She got up and changed to her human-sized version.
"I hate technology," she said as she put the stream on full screen to watch the world Allen was in. "It's truly another world... huh."
Allen heard footsteps in the distance and saw a man wearing a clown mask not too far away. It was already night, but if the man got closer, he would see Allen.
– That guy looks dangerous.
– Really? You're saying that because of the assault rifle he's carrying? He's dangerous, run, Allen.
With no other option, Allen entered the warehouse with fear on his face. His expression level made him look genuinely scared. He didn't even talk to the chat out of fear of being discovered.
Of course, it was all an act. He even acted as if he didn't remember that he had a function to talk to the chat secretly.
Allen observed what was happening inside the warehouse from behind a pile of old boxes.
On the metal bridges and the second floor, there were men in clown masks and automatic weapons standing guard.
In the center was Batman hanging upside down over a tank of acid, and Joker laughing beside him. The Joker wore his classic purple suit.
"Uhuhuhu hahaha, you're finally trapped, Batsy. How do you like my new acid tank? It's three times deadlier!" said the Joker, laughing.
"Joker, your traps are like your jokes, outdated," responded Gotham's Dark Knight indifferently.
"This is impossible..." murmured Allen.
– Is that Batman?!
– Wtf!
– Allen, what is this?!
– I think it's a video :p
– It must be something staged...
Allen didn't respond and paid less attention to his viewers. The plan was already over; now he had to focus on where he was and protecting his own life.
Allen has the Time Bullet ability; he can escape in an instant, but it only works once a day and for just one second. It's not very clever to rely on that ability.
"Hahahh Hahaha, Hey you, let batsy melt~," said the Joker, his terrifying smile not fading for a second. He seemed delighted.
"Yes, boss" said a man with a controller in his hand.
– This can't be real!
– Hey, helps Batman, they're going to melt him! D:
– Allen, answer, is this a joke?!
"Well, here we are, people... Do you like the quality of my special effects? It almost looks real, doesn't it?" Allen nervously spoke, trying to lighten the mood, while looking around to make sure he wasn't discovered.
The chat fell silent. They didn't know what to comment, and nobody believed that this was CGI or some special effect.
Allen knew this was pushing it too far, but this involved his system. It was better to pretend till the end and force a deceptive explanation rather than reveal his system.
Regarding his secret identity after today, well, no one knows that this Allen Walker is the other Allen Walker, except for three people.
Tony was watching this with a serious look. Rick simply smiled while eating popcorn wherever he was. Mary Jane was still asleep.
The three of them were the only ones who knew that Allen Potter and white-haired Allen Walker were the same person. Still, Allen's hidden identity wasn't as important as hiding his system. I mean, unlike in DC, in Marvel, they don't take secret identities so seriously, just ask Tony Stark, alias "I am Iron Man," and Thor, who pretty much shouts he's the god of thunder all the time.
Of course, there are many exceptions too.
The specific system had to create content, not a stream, so he didn't have to be the protagonist of the story. Just live-streaming Batman kicking the Joker's behind was enough to earn golden tickets, credits, and if lucky, maybe a fragment.
Allen decided to be the cameraman this time and just observe, but the world had another script. A man appeared behind Allen and pointed a gun at his head. "Don't move!"
'I knew this would happen, my darn bad luck,' thought Allen, feeling like an idiot for thinking today would be a good day.
[Host, that's what happens when you chicken out at the last minute. While it's true that you don't need to be on camera, you're an entertainment professional with a system, you need to be braver]
'Easy for you to say, I'm the one who'll get shot if I upset that lunatic Joker!.'
"It's fine, don't shoot," Allen spoke with a sigh as he raised his hands. If you wonder why he's so calm, it's because of Time Bullet. Allen is faster than most bullets, so he won't die.
"Boss, we have an intruder!"
"Hm? Oh well, didn't your parents teach you not to eavesdrop, kid," said the Joker, giving Allen a creepy look.
"Let him go, Joker, your problem is with me!," Batman interrupted with a loud voice.
"Shut up and turn into soup already!" the Joker looked at Batman with hate and then turned to Allen, waiting for his response.
Allen felt uncomfortable; he had never been so close to someone with so many mental issues. It was impossible to predict his actions; he could even shoot at any moment.
"I'm sorry, I'm an orphan, and I wasn't taught that," Allen replied, shrugging.
The people in his chat swallowed, even Batman himself was surprised by Allen's carefree attitude.
This wasn't recklessness; Allen knew that apologizing and begging wouldn't work with the Joker. There's no way to control his actions, so Allen chooses the method of pleasing him, of piquing the Joker's curiosity about himself. If he achieved that, the clown wouldn't shoot him.
"Uhuhuhu, aren't you afraid of being shot, kid?"
"My name is Allen Walker, and I wouldn't like to be shot, sir. You see, I'm allergic to being shot," said Allen with a sorry look.
"How dare you talk to the boss like that!" the man who caught Allen pointed his gun at him once again with a threatening voice, thinking Allen was mocking his boss.
'Shit...' thought Allen.
As he was about to activate the Time Bullet and get out of there, a shot was heard in the warehouse. Allen was shocked because the man who pointed at him and shouted fell to the ground.
The Joker had a gun in his hand and shot the man without apparent reason.
"Do you think it's fun to make fun of others' medical conditions?!" The Joker shouted as he shot the man's body several more times.
– Oh god, he's insane.
– What did you expect? It's the damn Joker; I can't believe this is real.
Viewers saw the gore and bloody scene blurred because Allen had put a censorship filter on it. Still, they could all witness how the man was brutally murdered by the lunatic they were facing. There were no special effects; it was a live broadcast of a murder.
– Is this real?
– Kid, what have you gotten into?
Allen knew how dangerous the Joker was, even if many animated series softened his attitude. There's a version of the Joker who dismembered Alfred and put him in a box for Bruce to see. There's another version of the Joker who killed Batman and kept him in a closet like old clothes for a long time.
There's a version of the Joker who became a god and killed Batman every day in a sadistic and merciless manner.
Now, Allen was treading on thin ice...