"Ouch!"
"I told you, if you're not careful while assembling, hurting your hand is normal. Give it here!"
"Huh? My Gundam, why should I give it to you?"
Harry and I were building Barbatos while waiting for the results.
Gwen was on Twotch, checking if anyone was streaming our game.
"It looks so cool!" I held up the finished product, admiring it closely.
Oh man! It looks so awesome, it's insane! I might get addicted after finishing Barbatos.
"Let me take another look…"
"Go buy your own, you've got plenty of money!"
While I was using my foot to fend off Harry, Gwen suddenly shouted,
"Hey, everyone! It's our game!"
"What?! Where?!" I put the Gundam down and rushed over to Gwen with Harry, staring at the stream of some random guy.
No, wait, I know him. He's the one who streamed our game last time.
"AHHHHHH!!!!"
His ear-piercing scream rang out as Baldi's jumpscare hit him right in the face.
To be honest, we didn't invest much in jumpscares, but Baldi's creepy face and weird movements make it scarier than usual.
The streamer's chat was spamming laughing emojis as he fell back in his chair.
"Damn it! This cursed game scared the hell out of me! It's all because of that damn Playtime!"
Oh, he hates Playtime too? Respect.
"Let me through!! Damn that stupid Bully!!"
"I'm not running away?! Don't send me to detention again!!!"
"What the hell is that?! It's about to ram into me!!!"
"Oh, it's Morrigan Fumo."
"AGHHHHHHHH!!!!"
His expressions are hilarious—endless content right here!
"He screams like a girl!" Gwen laughed while watching the stream.
"Look at the view count, Peter!" Harry pointed at the number.
1400 views!
It might not be a lot, but it's definitely enough to attract more people to download the game!
"Hehe, the greater the power, the higher the profits!!!" I grinned smugly while Harry started breakdancing.
"Wait, doesn't Steam take a cut of the revenue? 70% for us, 30% for them," Gwen said, instantly bringing our high spirits crashing down.
"…It's fine, they deserve the 30%," I said, scratching my head.
That means if 1000 people buy our game, we'd make about $7000! That's huge!
"Are you sure you calculated that right?"
"…Well, 10,000 minus 3,000 is 7,000, right?"
"Oh, okay then, good thing you're not bad at math."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Look, both of you! He's collected seven notebooks!"
Harry and I turned back to the screen. The streamer looked terrified as Baldi's voice came through the speaker, followed by his roar that made the streamer jump.
The sound of Baldi's ruler smacking at high speed forced him to run for his life.
"Huh?! Why did the exit door disappear?! Why's everything turning red?!"
Suddenly, Arts and Crafters appeared, and this time it wasn't harmless—it turned hostile toward the player!
"Stay away from me!!"
Arts and Crafters touched him, and he was teleported right next to Baldi.
"What the f—"
Buzzzzzz!
The screen went black, and the streamer passed out.
"…Did we make the game too hard?" Harry asked.
"Don't worry, if the game's hard, it's a skill issue," I replied casually.
"By the way, how's the sales looking, Gwen?"
"Hmm… Oh! Over 1000 people!"
"Awesome! Getting rich is never hard!" I held out my hand to Harry.
"Dab me up, my boi!"
"Sure, Peter boi!"
Our hands clasped, the sound of the dap echoing.
"What about me?" Gwen asked.
"Huh? You want to dap with me?"
"No… Um… A kiss on the forehead? Please?"
Harry and I looked at each other, then at Gwen.
"Sure."
"Really?!"
"Do it, Harry!"
???
"Don't worry, my lips are a bit thick, hope you don't mind," Harry said, puckering up to kiss Gwen's forehead.
"GET OUT!!!" She launched a kick straight to Harry's face, sending him flying.
"Aghh!! My Harry boi!! You killed him!!" I rushed to Harry, shaking him repeatedly.
Well, that's how things went, nice and easy.
***
"See ya!" Harry waved goodbye to Peter and Gwen.
He then closed the door and opened his phone to check the game's revenue.
It was still climbing!
"Ehehe..."
For the first time, Harry felt proud that his creation had achieved such success.
It made him feel like he wasn't useless anymore!
He then noticed his father, Norman Osborn, scribbling paperwork at the desk.
"Hey! Dad, Dad!"
Harry approached, and Norman, who was busy with his documents, glanced at him, setting his reading glasses down.
"What's up?"
"Look at this! I made money by making a game!" Harry handed his phone to Norman, eagerly watching his reaction.
"Hmm... Over 1000 downloads, huh? Not bad. Did you make the game?"
"Not just me—Peter and his girlfriend helped too!"
"..." Norman looked at his son with a blank expression.
"What did *you* do?"
"Well... I did the voice acting and made the music for the game?"
"..."
Norman let out a sigh.
"That's all you did... and you call that making a game?"
"Huh?" Harry looked at Norman, confused.
"Son, what did Peter do?"
"Well... Pretty much everything else, except the graphics, because his girlfriend handled that."
"See? Peter did way more than you, and all you did was voice acting and music?"
"But—"
"If we replaced you with someone else, they could do the same, right?"
"..."
Norman handed the phone back to Harry.
"If you're proud of yourself just for doing a few small things like that, how are you ever going to take over my legacy? Go on, you've got a long way to go and a lot to learn."
Norman shooed Harry away and went back to his work.
Harry looked at his father, then at the game on his phone.
"..."
He sat down on the stairs, holding his head, and turned off his phone.
'If... If I were more talented, then...'
His face was heavy with sadness as he sat there, lost in a spiral of thoughts.
*****
My boi Barbatos has come home!
Here is my boi picture, take a look!