AU where Rhett and Link are young, unacquainted fans of Good Mythical Morning, which is hosted by Alva & Liam (as opposed to Rhett and Link), and meet at a GMM convention that changes their lives. Note: Rhett and Link are both young, single adults.

The sea below a thousand meters is pure pressured dark, but there is life there. There is light. Yes, he might stay there, if he can. If he can keep out of the cold black below. The lights are beautiful, but the creatures themselves can be nightmares.

He woke with a start, cold sweat everywhere.
4:01am. Great.

Link flopped himself back onto his bed in frustration, desperately willing the contents of his nightmare away. His hand blindly fumbled in the dark in attempt to find his iPhone, only to reveal fifty new notifications from the Alva & Liam community. The only plausible causes that came to mind was that either his Belly Button song cover was featured by the staff, or someone started a comment war on his post.
He groaned and shut off the notifications for the community entirely.

Link wasn't complaining per se, on the contrary, he appreciated the GMM fandom a lot, he loved that he was part of their little extended family. But it was borderline ridiculous to have to deal with clashing opinions and personalities, on his music covers, in the wee hours of dawn. It was way too early for this.

4:03am @Linklamont (via Twitter): 'Is some decent shut eye really too much to ask for?'
4:04am @RhettMc (via Twitter): '@Linklamont Sleep is for the weak.'

Link snorted. RhettMc, mythical beast Shahbaz, was a fellow musician, and maybe the only other male in the entire community.
Since the two were easily the most popular musicians there, half the community thought that RhettMc and Linklamont were sworn rivals, the other half thought they were dating. But in harsh reality, Link and the other mythical beast hardly knew each other.

From what Link gathered, 'Shahbaz' was the polar opposite of Link. He would often drunk tweet at ungodly hours, when Link was too exhausted to rest, about something nonsensical. He was popular and sociable in the fandom, people never hesitated to approach him or ask for collaborations.
Link, on the other hand, was much like a shut-in gamer, before the community. Instead of gaming, however, he sang and sang until his throat would burn as if he screamed like a banshee for a day.
He had shut himself in for a solid seventy-two hours of desperation, in need of a new muse, when his best friend, Christy, kicked down his door and dragged him out of his dreary trance and force fed him something just to revive him from his haunting humming state. He had glued himself to his forever changing music score with no interruptions, no one even realised he was /gone/ for three days.
That's when Christy decided to seriously sit Link down and get him to find a passion for something else, something that would keep away his throat-burning loneliness, something that would bond him with other people, keep him stable.
The first time Link watched two men douse each other in condiments and wine, he shed tears out of laughter. Christy stayed over to watch over Link for the next week, silently concerned that Link's three day long lock-down was more than just a musician fixated to his work.
Link dismissed her worries with an awkward crooked smile and wave of his bloody, calloused hand.

And much like before, Christy somehow managed to coax Link to attend an Alva and Liam convention where the comedy duo would host a Q&A session. Secretly, though, Link didn't really need all that much convincing to attend the convention. The moment he heard that Alva and Liam would be attending, he was vibrating out of his seat in poorly contained excitement.

His excitement diminished significantly when thirty other mythical beasts posted about buying their passes and being excited to attend the exact same Mythical convention. It nearly completely vanished when Link realised, with dread, that most of the people were regular stalkers of Link's music covers. The type of Mythical beasts that would repeatedly spam 'OH MY GODDDD YOUR VOICE IS SO!!! I CAN'T EVEN-' over every one of his songs. The type of Mythical beasts that prevented Link and every other fan from posting their pictures on social media.

He realised back then, with replenished enthusiasm, that none of the mythical beasts would recognise him if he didn't talk.

And now, the convention was in six hours.
Link wouldn't trade his tickets for the world.

So here he was.
4:05am staring down at his iPhone and thinking of a witty response to @RhettMc, in attempt to pass time. He still had to wait two hours before it was considered a socially acceptable time to wake up.

4:06am @Linklamont (via Twitter): '@RhettMc Good thing I'm not sleeping, then.'

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6:14am @Linklamont (via Twitter): '@RhettMc OH MY GOODNESS I FORGOT TO WATCH NEW EP. BRB.'

6:14am @RhettMc (via Twitter): '@Linklamont LMAO LOSER (IT'S REALLY GAY TODAY)'

6:18am @Liklamont (via Twitter): '@RhettMc Oh LORD. IS THAT MAYO ON HIS NOSE OR...'

6:18am @RhettMc (via Twitter): '@Linklamont You bet your sorry ass it's not.'
6:19am @RhettMc (via Twitter): '@Linklamont Think of how many things the fandom can
photoshop those spice shakers into...'

6:22am @Linklamont (via Twitter): '@RhettMc You're not doing your reputation any favors by suggesting that.'

6:23am @RhettMc (via Twitter): '@Linklamont What reputation? All I have left is my dignity. Oh wait.'

6:31am @Linklamont (via Twitter): '@RhettMc Brb. Gotta wake up.'

6:33am @RhettMc (via Twitter): '@Linklamont Aight. Later. I'm going for an event.'

Link didn't bother to check his phone after his last tweet as he treated himself to a hot bath and his playlist blasted at full volume in the small bathroom. He emerged refreshed and excited, albeit more exhausted, and fried himself up something greasy with a double shot espresso to kick himself awake.

Christ. This was really happening wasn't it?
Hell, he felt like he was dreaming and wouldn't be convinced otherwise until he met Christy at the convention entrance.

The man was startled back into the present by a furry feline rubbing against his bare leg.

"Hey Mr.Cat. Good morning to you." Link playfully bumped the kitten with his foot, attention on the sizzling food. "Are you up for some veggies or cat food today?" A quiet whine of hunger. "Alright alright, hold on."
He proceeded to feed both himself, and the cat, and then continued to finish up last minute chores. The meetup time Christy and Link had established was nine in the morning, which meant he still had another tedious half an hour to kill before he could to leave the house.
Link initially ignored his social media for the most part, but then decided to go through the comments and see if he had to delete any useless arguments, only to be taken aback when he saw three new inbox messages, all of the same nature: 'Hey Chiasquatch! I heard from Christy that you'll be attending tomorrow's con! My friends and I would love to have a mini-meetup with you! I'm a huge fan and I just really hope to meet you!'

He paused. Surprisingly okay with the prospect of meeting a few other Mythical Beasts. He glanced at the clock in agitation.
20 minutes left.
He quickly wrote out: 'Hi there Vamp! I'll be with Christy all day so feel free to come by and say hi. Why don't you help me out by spreading the word to your friends? Thanks!'

Link packed up his necessary items, equipped his mythical shoes, and bracelet and stumbled out of his flat into the brisk morning air.

8:27am @Linklamont (via Twitter): 'See y'all at the Alvin & Liam convention today!' He bravely tweeted.

The convention was in one hour.
Link wouldn't trade his tickets for the world.