#i'm heading into work and won't get out until 10:30 pm est time but

[kaitoexe-blog]

yo yo yo i am rae and this is my boi kaito. he’s a pretty good boy, i would say, potentially too pure for the universe he lives in. he’s the kind of guy who would make cookies for his coworkers if he actually worked, you know, a real job. he’s just a twitch streamer who makes money off of streaming his attempt at being the entirety of shrek on beat saber and playing old school nintendo games. also a part time titty streamer, if he include the times he goes on stream wearing a crop top just for the lols. anyhow, under the read more you’ll find more about this beautiful boy. HIT ME UP WITH THEM PLOTS THOUGH!!

tw: mentions of child neglect/abuse, dementia

so, he grew up in a household where his parents were more interested in drinking than taking care of him. it wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to by the time he was five and wasn’t really in any danger. sure, sometimes they forgot to feed him, no one was there to comfort him when the monsters under his bed just felt so real, but he had his imaginary friends to keep him company.

his life seemed to turn around when his grandfather came from new york city to visit. it was where his mother was from, and it didn’t take long for his grandfather to take notice that something wasn’t quite right.

his mother tried to play the part of a good mother and wife, cleaning the kitchen and even clean the beer cans and wine bottles off the many surfaces that were in the main rooms of the slightly rundown home. she even made steak and baked potatoes, which kaito was eager to scarf down.

the holes started to crack in the facade within the first four days after his grandpa dean was there. being a functioning alcoholic was never something kaito’s mother was good at and his father never tried to even hide it from his father in law.

there was a lot of yelling and hollering the night before grandpa dean insisted he was moving to little valley. kaito didn’t know why at the time, didn’t know that his grandfather had every intention to protect him and get him away from the horrors of the house.

by the age of seven, kaito was in his grandfather’s custody, dean having gone to court against his own daughter to claim she had no right to care for her child. kaito knew it was never easy for his grandpa, but he never showed it, instead having a pizza night in a pillow fort in the condo his first night there. the small boy never had pizza that wasn’t from the oven and still slightly frozen in places.

dean was an inventor, making gadgets and gizmos that he sold to willing buyers, claiming a certain percent of the earnings made by them. kaito quickly became his little helper, learning all the different kinds of screwdrivers and other tools.

they lived happily together, having his grandfather occasionally go to and from new york for business, but there was always very kind babysitters who took care of him while he was gone. and kaito found himself calling his grandpa simply papa, because it was easier. his grandfather was more of a dad than anyone he had ever known.

middle school came and went uneventfully, other than the occasional teasing about how his eyes were a funny shape and he never had many friends. he didn’t need many friends when he had all the love he could have in his house. during that time, he found video games and the internet, falling deeply into the world of these amazing games. his first game he ever played was sonic on the sega that his grandfather bought him.

high school he got a part-time job as a fast food worker, saving enough money so that he could build his own pc and have a place where he could find a place to play video games on youtube. he had seen many people do it and be successful, it filled him with hope that he could do it to. by the time he was eighteen, he was making his first shitty gameplay of bioshock 2.

by nineteen, he had 340k subscribers and he couldn’t be happier. his grandfather didn’t quite get his excitement, but he still grinned and played along because his boy was happy.

twenty came like a pile of bricks as his grandfather seemed different. it was almost unnoticeable at first, but before he knew it he was asking the same questions over and over again. he constantly asked kaito to buy more milk when his grandfather went with him to the store to buy the milk with him. it became worrying after a few months of it seeming not to get any better.

dementia. that was what the doctor told him with sorrowful eyes and kaito had to hold back tears because he didn’t know what that meant, what he could do to help it, because he knew he couldn’t help his grandfather. the man who helped him his entire life. all he could do was help him the best he could.

it took a few months to become acclimated to the change in dynamic. kaito found himself being his full time carer, but there was a stagnation in his brain disease, often times he would go weeks with clarity in his eyes and a smile on his face. then the weeks turned to just a week, then them to a few days. it was terrible seeing the man he respected turn into a husk of his former self.

he eventually moved to twitch when it became big, finding it easier than editting youtube videos and being able to do it for hours with almost the same income as one video would normally get him in ad cents.

kaito wasn’t happy, not truly, but he had to find a way to fake it to make his grandfather find comfort in the world that was becoming more and more foreign to him. kaito in the beginning of the last year had to take up sleeping on the couch, simply to be around if his grandfather walked out of his room in the middle of the night, thinking that he needed to go to work or to the grocery store.

it wasn’t easy but it was his life.