I was not okay.

  But Ketsusaki, Demon Queen of Mild Inconvenience, was thriving.

  GhostToastVT had messaged me again.

  “Yo! You good for Saturday 8PM? It’s chaos cooking night. Theme: cursed breakfast. Bring a spatu and low expectations.”

  Naturally, I accepted.

  “Confirmed. The chaos cult hungers.”

  I spent the day preparing my model’s new look: Ketsusaki in a frilly apron over her signature off-the-shoulder sweater, horns polished, eyeliner sharp enough to slice through pancakes and egos. On her head? A glittery beret that read KISS THE CHAOS.

  She was ready.

  ~

  The stream began with a bang—literally.

  “WELCOME TO CHAOS KITCHEN,” GhostToast boomed, his model covered in glitter, draped in a cape made of bacon PNGs, dual-wielding spatus like weapons of mass breakfast. “Tonight we summon unholy brunch—and I’m joined by none other than the demon queen herself: Ketsusaki!”

  “Greetings, mortals,” I purred, letting Ketsusaki’s voice drip with barely-contained malice. “I arrive bearing cursed spatus and judgment. Your eggs will not survive.”

  [chat]

  [SaltyShrimp69]: i was NOT ready for demon chef energy

  [LegalGoose]: KETSU-SAMA WE KNEEL

  “The rules are simple,” GhostToast said. “We cook cursed breakfast dishes in the most unhinged ways possible. First to set the kitchen on fire wins.”

  “Excellent,” I said. “Fire is the only seasoning I recognize.”

  ~

  We booted up a multipyer cooking sim that looked like it was coded by gremlins and regrets. Five minutes in, the eggs were screaming and the stove was clipping through the floor.

  “WHO SUMMONED THE OMELET LICH?!” I shrieked, hurling pixeted bread across the screen.

  “That was me,” GhostToast admitted. “In my defense, it was bound to happen.”

  The game bugged out so hard that Ketsusaki's model twisted at a 45-degree angle, eyes glowing, hands frozen mid-sp.

  “She’s transcending,” GhostToast whispered reverently. “She’s becoming one with the chaos.”

  I leaned into the mic. “I have seen the void. It is undercooked.”

  [chat]

  [DuckWizard]: I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS DEMON

  [ToasterCultist]: THIS IS MY RELIGION NOW

  [PoppyInChat]: she made the fridge explode and then flirted with it. icon.

  ~

  Two hours of digital fire, emotionally unstable pancakes, and pure chaos ter, we somehow finished the stream without either of us getting banned.

  “Well,” GhostToast said, wiping fake sweat off his model’s brow. “I think we caused irreversible emotional damage to at least one viewer.”

  “Good,” I said. “Suffering nourishes me.”

  “Thanks for joining me, Ketsusaki. This was legendary.”

  I grinned. “The pleasure was all yours.”

  [chat]

  [EggsInMyWiF: 10/10 chaotic synergy

  [BreadDaddy]: GIVE US A SERIES

  [KreiVitamins]: the queen has fed us well tonight

  ~

  When the stream ended, I stayed in-character one extra minute, staring directly into the camera.

  “Minions,” I said darkly, “you have witnessed breakfast violence. Go forth. Haunt brunch establishments. Fear syrup.”

  Then I ended the stream with an unholy cackle and bck screen fade.

  It was glorious.

  Ketsusaki was not just a persona.

  She was a force of cursed nature.

  And tonight, she had cooked.