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Long ago, in a land much like ours, a land where entertainment determines your place in the world, a great king lived. He was admired by many and made many more jealous over his vast achievements. And his name was PewDiePie, or at least, that was what he called himself. As his empire grew, however, the harder it became to control it. He recruited others that were like him to control the towns and cities, but over time, they each became more independent. The rulers of these newly formed empires looked at him, not as a leader, but more of a god. Because of this, he became widely known as “The God of All”. Though he wasn’t in control of these cities anymore, rulers such Aphmau, DanTDM, Markiplier and many others pledged allegiance to him, as he was seen as invincible. But no one trusted PewDiePie more than Mr Beast. The two were inseparable, and soon Mr Beast was given similar god-like status. But everything changed when a new “god” came onto the scene.

They were given the name “T-Series” after PewDiePie began making fun of them, calling them “a terrible series of jokes”. Even more complication arose after PewDiePie started encouraging other empires to steal land from T-Series. After years of ongoing insults, it was rumoured that T-Series had decided to move their empire away, far from The God of All. PewDiePie saw this as a great opportunity to destroy their empire and raid it of its resources. It didn’t help that Mr Beast fanned the flames of this plan by getting as many empires that he could to wage war on T-Series. Mr Beast believed that if he could help PewDiePie defeat T-Series, he would finally become just as loved as PewDiePie was. But they couldn’t have been more wrong.

On the day of the battle, PewDiePie’s army was not prepared for they saw. Millions upon millions of blueish-black cloudy figures stood where T-Series castle use too. As it turns out, two rulers, Jake Paul and Logan Paul had ratted out PewDiePie’s plan of attack to T-Series in exchange for “power unlike any that you’ve ever seen”.

The battle was short as many of the other empires turned and fled. PewDiePie and Mr Beast were determined to defeat T-Series, but it was no use. Only an hour into the battle, PewDiePie was stabbed in the right eye with a steel rod, that emitted a sinister purple hue as it burned his flesh. Horrified, Mr Beast order every remaining soldier to flee immediately, as he ran to PewDiePie’s corpse. As He fled, he looked over his shoulder and claimed to have seen the once enormous army disappear into smoke.

People across the nation were shocked at what had happened, and many were determined to find out who the traitors were. But the biggest news was who was going to replace their god. Some empires, though they were devasted at the news, decided to keep going on with their lives. But it soon became apparent to them how much PewDiePie was involved with the cities, even though he technically didn’t control them. However, choosing who would be the new “God of All”, wasn’t an easy task either. Some were more modest and other were very egotistical, but when it came down to it, everyone wanted to be The God of All.

Many people, rulers and citizens alike, believed that Mr Beast should take PewDiePie’s place, after all, it was what he wanted, but he didn’t want to accept it. He was very torn up by the loss of PewDiePie. Some said they were like brothers, while others said it was like a relationship between mentor and student. Whatever it was, he was mourning and was in no shape to rule. But no one could see that, if they did, they didn’t want to accept it. Day in, day out, people kept pushing him to become the new God of All. Some people even sent him death threats if he didn’t accept the opportunity. Eventually, he caved. He couldn’t take the pressure of trying to become someone he wasn’t, so he ran away. And no one ever saw him again.

Empires, like that of Jake Paul and Logan Paul, began civil wars against one another to try and fight their way into control. But it didn’t work. Rulers, like Guava Juice, tried scamming and cheating to gain followers, but it seemed that that didn’t either. Empires fell and alliances were broken. It seemed like all hope was lost, until four people decide to take the reins; DanTDM, stampylonghead, PopularMMOs and Super Girly Gamer, who was otherwise known as GamingWithJen.

They called themselves “The Few Mighty Ones”. These four all had assumed the role of “God of All”. With more than one “god”, it was easier to provide help and support to other empires. When it was announced that there were new “gods” put in place, rulers like Jake Paul, Logan Paul, Ricegum, Guava Juice, and Keemstar had all mysteriously disappeared. They didn’t run away like how Mr Beast had. People reported seeing them turn into smoke, bearing an uncanny resemblance to the T-Series army. However, despite their disappearance, the empires lived in peace for years. Soon, Aphmau, Markiplier and jacksepticeye had joined The Mighty Few, making their empires even stronger.

Each of them had some sort of weird power, and odd ability. Magic was very common, but powers this strong were often viewed as unnatural and impossible.

 Stampylonghead, also known as “Stampycat”, had magic boots. These boots gave him the ability to change from an anthro cat creature to a massive leopard-like creature that was at least 2 meters tall.

 Aphmau was known as “Irene”. She had shocking healing abilities, as it seemed she could fix virtually any ailment except death. But she was also strong. She had a massive hammer and wings that she could summoned at will.

 DanTDM’s power was a bit more out of the ordinary. He had a minecart that was made entirely out of diamonds. It looked rather useless, but it was in deed very powerful. No one could figure out how it worked, but any item that was dropped into the minecart, he could control with his mind.

 Jackseticeye had two floating eyeballs that stayed with him at all time. On his command, the eyeballs would double in size and multiply.

PopularMMOs’ ability was very popular among his subjects, as it was visually entertaining to watch. Everyone called him “The Lich King”. By putting on his crown, his armour would wrap around him, like snakes on a tree and his sword would appear out of thin air. He didn’t do much damage, but it seemed as though his speed was increased and, by jumping, he could create small shockwaves.

Markiplier’s ability was by far the strongest of them all. The only down fall of it was that in order for him to use his powers, he needed his partner to be there; CrankGamePlays. But it usually wasn’t a problem. The two never really use their power because of its destructive tendencies. They called it “Unus Annus”.

Super Girly Gamer, however, had no power. She was strong and an amazing fighter, but she was powerless and could barely help the others during fights against magical creatures.

It seemed as though all would be fixed, but they weren’t out of the woods yet.

As the years past, the couple PopularMMOs and Super Girly Gamer began to behave differently. It went undetected to most people, but their friends, the other members of The Few Mighty Ones, could sense that something was wrong. Before long, the two announced their divorce. Many people were upset, but they were still good friends. However, Super Girly Gamer soon became very distant and rarely attended team meetings. She seemed to lash out at people more often. PopularMMOs decided to draw the line with Jen’s weird behaviour when Stampy had noticed her running away in the middle of the night. She could barely explain herself and the only response anyone could get out of her was her yelling at them to leave her alone. The Few Mighty Ones decided that she needed to be restrained before she hurt anyone else, so they locked her in her room, however, her madness didn’t seem to go away. In fact, each day it got worse.

One day, when PopularMMOs came in to check on her, she was motionless. She simply sat on her bed with a faint smile and a blank stare. As he looked into her eyes, he realised that they had turned from a vibrant green to a deep red colour. She chuckled as he jerked his head in shock. He stood there for a few minutes and he would have stood there longer if he wasn’t interrupted by Markiplier bursting through the door. He reported seeing a line of “blueish-black cloudy figures” crossing over the over hills, seemingly lead by Guava Juice.

Within minutes, the kingdom was over thrown and The Few Mighty Ones and their empires had to flee into the Dark Woods; a magical forest full of weird and potentially dangerous creatures. Years before, right after the T-Series war, the empires created secret villages inside mountains in the Dark Woods, so that was where the empires fled. For days on end, The Few Mighty Ones, trained incredibly hard, all except The Lich King, as he was in a state of mourning. The others tried to convince him that everything would okay and that Jen would be fixed, but, at the time, the only way to be rid of dark magic, was to destroy its vessel.

Finally, after weeks of non-stop training, The Few Mighty Ones decided that they were finally ready to face Super Girly Gamer, or at least what was left of her.

This battle, unlike the T-Series battle, was long and hard. One of Jen’s minions, Keemstar, was killed, but the others still remained, cowering behind their dark soldiers. Despite the fact that they had only killed on of Jen’s minions, The Few Mighty Ones had finally made their way into the city and headed for the castle where Jen was hidden away. As the Few Mighty Ones, with CrankGamePlays, approached the massive castle doors, PopularMMOs was struck in the neck, the only place his armour didn’t cover. The sword went straight through his neck and beheaded him. They wanted to stop and mourn but the shadow figures came pouring in. Jacksepticeye, Aphmau and Stampycat tried to hold them back while DanTDM, Markiplier and CrankGamePlays tried to break into the castle. The minute the three broke the magical lock on the castle doors, Super Girly Gamer sent them flying back. DanTDM ran at her and the two engaged in a gruesome fight. During the fight between Dan and Jen, Stampycat was overwhelmed with shadow figures. Though he was in his feral form, the figures were still able to drag him down. Hundreds swarmed over him and he was quickly suffocated to death.

Eventually, Dan was able to finally subdue Jen in battle. Dan signalled to Markiplier and Crank to use their powers on her, but in doing so, there was a possibility that they would end up killing Dan as well. After a few seconds of debate, they decided that they had to use their abilities, as they had no other choice, as losing an ally meant saving thousands of innocent lives. The had to use Unus Annus.

The two sent a white and black spiral right through Jen’s chest. Dan cringed in pain as he felt the spiral piercing into his stomach.

At the end of the battle, many had died, including stampylonghead, PopularMMOs and Super Girly Gamer. DanTDM did not die, but he was very weak, and he would never be the same. Markiplier and CrankGamePlays made a vow to never use Unus Annus ever again out of fear that they would end up killing someone else.

But after all this pain, The Few Mighty Ones were convinced that they were free from this horror show; that they never would have to face a threat that powerful ever again. But if they had learned anything from the past few years, it would be that history repeats itself.

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“AHHH, LANGUAGE, LANGUAGE!” BadBoyHalo yelled as he hit Skeppy over the head with his plastic plate. Skeppy responded in loud laughter, completely glazing over the fact he just got hit in head, though, it probably didn’t hurt that much. Noticing that BadBoyHalo was becoming jokingly violent, GeorgeNotFound took the glasses off his face and threw them at BadBoyHalo. Before long, everyone was engaged in a full-on food fight, except for innocent Bad, who just sat there flailing his arms around frantically in an attempt to try and stop everyone from fighting. Within minutes of the aimless food fight beginning, the group was kicked out of the pizza parlour.

“See? This is why I told you to stop!”, Bad yelled as he stormed out of the pizza parlour with Dream, George, Sapnap, TommyInit and Skeppy close behind him.

“But we didn’t hit you though”, Sapnap said as he put his arm around Bad, “I don’t understand why you’re getting so angry if we didn’t hit you?”

“Well,” Bad paused for a moment to try and collect his thoughts when Tommy interrupted him,

“He can’t even come up with a bloody reason!” Tommy yelled from the back of the group, still armed with a slightly soggy pizza. Dream and George laughed as Bad attempted to death stare him.

After a few minutes of walking, the group reached the apartment and decided to hang out there until Technoblade, jschlatt and Tubbo called them. Technoblade and jschlatt were both running against each other for mayor, and Tubbo, he just went along as moral support (Technoblade wants to become mayor so that he can abolish the government, obviously). The three went around to a nearby city to spread their campaign when it went into lockdown. They were supposed to come back 4 days ago, but the seemingly unnecessary city-wide lockdown had prevented them from doing so.

An hour later, jschlatt finally video called to give them an update or their current situation.

“Hey, guys,” jschlatt said rather tiredly,” How are you?”

“Geez, why are you so tired?” George asked.

“Yeah, you guys look F**KED!” Tommy replied with a smirk in an attempted to annoy Bad, but he didn’t say anything. Tommy just ignored it.

“Those… morons kept us up all night!” Techno said slightly pissed off as he joined the conversation, “Told us to ‘be on the look-out for suspicious individuals.’”

 “Who told you that?” George asked again, being curious (Curious George).

“THE F**KING HOTEL EMPLOYEES!” jschlatt yelled. There was still no response from Bad.

“Yeah, you kill ONE dragon, and suddenly you’re this ‘indestructible hero’” Technoblade muttered, “I mean, I am, but I’m not sure about dearest ‘schlatt over here.” Jschlatt laughed and swore at Techno. Tommy glanced over at BadBoyHalo to see if he reacted, but he just stood there staring out the window. Tommy was becoming a bit concerned.

“I mean, the search wasn’t a total waste of time,” Tubbo yelled from the background, “Wilbur did see someone suspicious.”

“Wilbur’s with you?” Tommy asked, “Why’s Wilbur there?” Tommy was getting a bit bored by this point.

“Uh, Tommy… He lives there,” Dream said with a chuckle and a short wheeze, “He moved there a week ago, remember?”

Tommy grumbled and rolled his eyes. How could you forget something so simple?

“Do you want to talk to him?” Tubbo said as he motioned Wilbur Soot over.

“NO, I DON’T WANT TO TALK TO THAT STUPID BASTARD, TUBBO! WHO DO YOU TAKE ME FOR?! I’M NOT TALKING TO THAT OLD UGLY B**CH, TUBBO, WHAT THE F**K! WHAT DO I LOOK LIKE TO YOU…” Tommy went on and on. Sapnap, George and jschlatt were laughing, Skeppy was trying to get him to stop swearing, but he couldn’t stop laughing himself, Dream was wheezing (Like a kettle), Tubbo and Wilbur were arguing with Tommy, and Techno sat there, watching the chaos unfold. Bad, however, just stood there, not saying anything, as though he was in some kind of trance. Now Tommy was quite worried.

“Bad!” Tommy yelled suddenly, “BadBoyHalo!” Bad turned around and scratched his head as he spoke.

“Guys,” he said slowly, “I think someone is watching us.”

“WHAT?” Dream blurted in disbelief as he ran towards the window.

Bad was right, there was someone watching them, “Guys, get over here!” Tommy, George and Skeppy jumped off the couch and ran up to the window. The five smushed their faces against the window to try and get a better look at the person. Noticing that smushing their facing against the window didn’t increase visibility, Dream told the others to move and asked George to fetch his binoculars and his fishing rod.

“What are using those binoculars for, Dreeeam?” Sapnap asked with a childish grin.

“OOH, JESUS!” Tommy hooted, “Yeah Dream, what are you using those binoculars for?!”

“HE ASKED FOR A FISHING ROD AND YOU’RE QUESTIONING HIS BINOCULARS?!” jschlatt yelled from George’s phone that was now wedged in between the couch cushions.

“Never question a man’s fishing rod,” Techno muttered to jschlatt, effectively somewhat scaring everyone. George picked up his phone and faced it at the window.

“So, that’s the person who’s watching you,” jschlatt said quite shocked, “Doesn’t he kinda look like that guy you saw, Will?”

“Holy sh*t, he does,” Wilbur said as he moved more into the frame, “What?”

“Oh my God,” Dream spluttered in disbelief, “You guys are joking right?” Dream moved away from the window and went up to the couch and began to rummage through the cushions.

“Are you one hundred percent sure it’s the same person?” Dream asked as he was arm-length deep in the couch.

“Well,” Wilbur said as he sent a picture to Tommy, “Unless seeing people with half-rotten bunny faces is a common thing, I would say it’s the same bloody person!”

Tommy pulled out his phone and got out the picture that Wilbur sent him. They were practically the same picture. The man on the roof just stood there, even though he had been found out. He was just observing what was happening, rather confidently too. Tommy put his phone down and turned to Bad.

“If he’s just standing there, why didn’t you bloody tell us earlier?!” Tommy said sternly.

“I-I don’t know…” Bad whispered, “I was in some sort of trance, everything just kinda went black.”

“Did you see anything while you were in the trance?” Skeppy asked as he put his hands on Bad’s shoulder, “Was it kinda ‘vision-y’?”

“Well,” Bad said with a weird expression, like he was concentrating really hard, “I saw the face of a girl, I think.”

“A girl?”

“Like, a woman or a girl. She had red eyes, and big lips.”

“BIG LIPS!?” Skeppy, Sapnap and Tommy shouted in unison.

“That’s really weird,” Dream said as he pulled out a bow, a bunch of arrows and an ender pearl from the cushions of the couch.

“OK, HE HAS A F**KING BOW HIDDEN IN HIS COUCH AND YET SEEING THE FACE OF A WOMAN IS THE WEIRD THING?!” jschlatt yelled.

Technoblade stared him dead in the eye and whispered, “Never question a man…” Dream walked up to the window. He had tied the hook of his fishing rod to an arrow and was going to fire it at the mysterious man who was still standing there confidently and a bit menacingly.

“Alright guys, I’m gonna go on the roof and see if I can get a better shot,” Dream said as he jogged towards the door. As he did, George grabbed his arm.

“You not seriously gonna try and shoot him, are you?” George asked concerned, “He’s standing on a different building!”

“George please, the building he’s on is literally right next to ours,” Dream said looking at George like he was an idiot.

“Well, I mean, there is an alleyway between the buildings,” Bad chimed in.

“Yeah, like the space of two meters.” Dream replied as he jogged out the door and sprinted to the stairs.

When Dream reached the top of the building, he aimed his bow at the man. The man looked down at Dream, and gave a warped smile. Dream shot at him, aiming for the shoulder. The man raised his hand and, at the very last second, waved it to the side. At that moment, the arrow stopped and floated in the middle of the sky. The man clicked his fingers and the arrow fell. Because the arrow was attached to the fishing line, it hit the side of the building. The others stood by the window, unsure if they should be in awe or completely and utterly terrified.

In the heat of the moment, Skeppy flung open the window and started yelling at the man to go away, and soon, Sapnap, George and Tommy joined in. As Dream reeled up the fishing line and un-tied the hook from the now broken arrow, he saw the man slowly out stretch his right arm. Dream looked down to see where he was pointing. The man was pointing directly at Bad. Suddenly, without any warning, the man clenched his fist and Bad went flying out the window. For a few seconds, Bad was dangling in the middle of the alleyway, kicking and screaming. Quickly, Dream cast his fishing rod and managed to hook Bad on his hoodie just as the man let go.

The man stood there in shock as he watched George help Bad back into the apartment. He then waited until the group had run up to the roof. He then waited, dodging multiple of Dream’s arrows, looking very smug. He was confident, far too confident. He didn’t start panicking until Dream grabbed an ender pearl and threw it at the roof of the building he was standing on. In a moment of shock, the man jumped of the building, onto the road, narrowly missing the hood of a parked car. His leg seemed broken, but the minute he started running, it seemed to fix itself. Magic like this wasn’t un-heard of, but it certainly wasn’t too common. In a flash, Dream jumped off the building and, at the last second, placed a bucket of water at his feet. Sapnap, Bad, Tommy and Skeppy were all already running down the stairs.

“Okay, guys,” George said frantically into his phone, “I’m gonna have to call you back later!” and with that, he ran after the rest of the group.

After a few minutes of running and weaving around crowds, the mysterious man teleported behind Dream and smacked him to the ground with a warped staff that seemingly appeared at of thin air. After a bit of running, the group finally caught up to Dream only to find him lying on the ground groaning ever so slightly.

“Holy crap,” George exclaimed as he helped Dream onto his feet, “What happened to you?”

“Ugh,” Dream groaned, “He hit me with a stick, but it felt weird…”

“Ok, but when does it feel normal?” Sapnap said making Dream give a short wheeze.

The group headed back to the apartment because Dream seemed to be in quite a bit of pain. As they walked back, the pain got slightly better but he still couldn’t walk properly without assistance. George and Bad decided to stay in the apartment to monitor Dream while Tommy, Skeppy and Sapnap tried to find the mysterious guy. They ended up calling the police to help them, but after an hour of searching, they gave up.

“Hey George,” Sapnap said as George answered the phone.

“Gogy,” Tommy said, interrupting them.

“Uh, yes, Goggy-” Sapnap said continuing Tommy’s bad joke.

“God,” George muttered, “Let me talk to Skeppy, at least he’s not calling me silly names.” Sapnap snickered as he passed the phone to Skeppy.

“Hey Gogy,” Skeppy said calmly as he smiled wildly with the others.

“O-kay,” George whispered, “Seriously, what do you want?”

“We, uh,” Skeppy began, “Couldn’t find him! Like, ANYWHERE! WE EVEN TOLD THE POLICE ABOUT IT AND THEY COULDN’T EVEN FIND HIM!!”

“Why did the police give up?!”

“Well,” Sapnap replied, “No one was badly injured, I think, it was getting late and, what else?”

“And the fact that we have no f**cking evidence other than the one picture of the bastard!” Tommy yelled out.

As the group was arguing about what to do next, Bad had a strange head ache. It was almost like it was burning his skull from the inside out. Every now and again, he would see glimpses and flashes of different places. Eventually, the flashes just consisted of the alleyway next to the pizza parlour. He felt as though he had to go there, like it wasn’t a choice. Before he could properly comprehend what was happening, he was walking down the street, making his way to the pizza place (making my way down town, walking fast, faces pass and I’m home-bound. DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH DUH, DUUH DUH).

When BadBoyHalo reached the pizza parlour’s alleyway, he wasn’t sure what to expect. When he entered the alleyway, the mysterious man was standing there, like he was waiting for Bad. Bad took a few cautious steps towards the man.

“WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” Bad screamed, “Why are you doing this!? Why can’t you leave me alone?!” Bad turned around and saw a group of hooded figures standing behind him, one of them was a pony and another was what seemed to be an anthro animal of some sort, but one stood out to him more than the others. The figure had a skull for a face. He couldn’t tell what animal it was though. They seemed uncomfortable and quite upset.

“Go find the others,” the mysterious man commanded, in a voice so deep you’d think it was fake, “I’ll deal with this one.” The mysterious man raised his hand slowly and Bad began to lose consciousness.

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Bad woke up. He was strapped to a chair, a rather comfy one at that. He looked around at the room and was surprised to see where he was; a massive throne room, with tall ceilings and crumbling walls. The floor was blanketed in red carpet and the windows showed stained-glass interpretations of great rulers. He knew where he was; he was in PopularMMOs’ old castle.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” said a deep voice that echoed through-out the throne room. It was the mysterious man.

“Ok, enough’s enough,” Bad said gasping for air, “Who are you?” Bad was really panicking at this point but he didn’t want to show the man that he was scared.

“Why don’t you tell me who you are?” The man said calmly

“You’ve been stalking me? Don’t you know enough about me?”

“I do. I was just being polite.”

Bad stared at him with teary eyes. He couldn’t be brave. The man stared back at him.

“My name is Corpse Husband.” He said proudly. Tears began to stream down Bad’s face.

“What do you want from me?” he wept softly, “Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” Corpse said as he put his arm around the now quivering BadBoyHalo, “You did everything right, it was why you were chosen.”

“Chosen…?”

“I saw you fall down a manhole once,” Corpse said, “At that moment, I knew you were the one. I knew you would replace our leader; Jen.” (It was at that moment he knew he f**cked up)

“Jen?” Bad whispered, “You don’t mean…” Corpse smiled

“Yes, I do.”

…

George shook his head violently in an attempt to remove the sack that was placed over his head. His arms and legs were restricted, most likely tied to a chair. Sapnap and Tommy were right next him, wriggling and screaming for help. After what felt like forever, George managed to get the sack off of his head. His neck ached from thrusting his head around. He looked around frantically. A faint light spewed out of the cracks in the boarded-up windows. The room was surprisingly bright. The room was big, and the ground was a scarlet carpet lined with gold. It looked like an old royal dining room, but it was missing the grand dining table that was supposed to be in the centre. What was there instead, was a demonic symbol that seemed to glow every so often.

“George!” Dream yelled out to him, “George, are you okay?” George strained his neck once again to look behind him. Dream and Skeppy were behind him, chained up to the wall in shackles around their arms and necks with muzzles over their mouths.

“Oh my god,” George murmured loudly, “Are you guys ok? What happened?”

“I don’t know, but I think I’m fine.”

“Speak for yourself!” Skeppy groaned, “I’m in so much F**KING PAIN right now!” Skeppy tugged on the chains in desperation, “Where the hell is Bad.”

The group yelled out as loud as they could every time they heard people walking past, but it was no use. By this point, Sapnap and Tommy had managed to get the bags off of their heads. They were easily all weeping. They were confused, hungry, and after being chained up for a few hours, extremely worried. Eventually, they were so tired, they slowly fell asleep, two at a time staying up to keep watch.

The next day, Dream and Skeppy had changed dramatically. Their bodies looked distorted, especially their arms. Dream was thinner. His arms were slender and his shoulder blades were much more prominent. Skeppy was the complete opposite. He was a lot bulkier and his limbs were covered in thin crystals.

“What’s happening to them?” George whispered to Sapnap, trying not to wake up the others. Sapnap shook his head and shrugged.

“What do you want me to say, George?” Sapnap finally muttered, “I don’t know, okay? If I knew, maybe they wouldn’t f**king be like this!” Sapnap began to yell, “Look, at this point, we’re probably all GONNA F**KING DIE IN HERE!” Skeppy, Dream, and Tommy woke up startled to the sound of Sapnap yelling.

“Oh, shut up!” Tommy screeched as he tried to sit up straight, “Some of us are TRYING to SLEEP HERE!”

“Tommy, you’re being the loudest thing here!” Dream groaned.

After a couple of minutes of arguing, the group settled and everything went back to the same old silence. Breaking the silence, George murmured, “Will we really die here?” The others stared at him.

“God,” Tommy whispered, “I hope not… Gogy!” Dream gave a short, high- pitched wheeze and George rolled his eyes. For about an hour or so, the group just talked, rather loudly too. They talked about the most random stuff, from super deep stuff to stupid innuendos.

Suddenly, about another three hours later, the massive doors at the other end of the room creaked open. A hooded figure, the same kind that kidnapped them, squeezed their way clumsily through the tiny crack in the door. They opened the door slightly more and picked up a tray that was behind them. They hooded figure walked up to them and untied their hands. They then picked up the tray and handed them each a bowl. It was filled with milk and incredibly soggy, coloured cereal.

“OH MY GOD!” Skeppy gasped, “THANK YOU!”

“Shh!” the figure snapped, “Be quiet, he doesn’t know I’m hear.”

“Who?” George questioned the figure as he took a big slurp from the bowl, “Who is he? The rotten-face dude?”

“No,” the figure said uncomfortably, “Your friend, BadBoyHalo, I think that’s his name.”

“WHAT?!” Dream yelled.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO BAD!?” Skeppy screamed.

“Shh, please be quiet,” the figure pleaded, “You’ll get me caught!”

“Give us one reason not scream at the top of our lungs RIGHT NOW!” Tommy yelled, “I WILL start counting!”

“Well, I…”

“ONE!”

“Please, I…”

“TWO!”
“I can’t tell…”

“THREE!”

“I’m trying to…”

“FOUR!”
“If you would just…”

“FIVE!”

“Seriously! I’m…”

“SIX!”

“YOU JUST HAVE TO TRUST ME!” the figure yelled and then quickly covered their mouth in shock. They looked around worried and then sighed, realising that no one had heard them.

“Why though?” Tommy said, preparing to scream, “We don’t even know your f**king name.”

“Would you like to know my name?”

“Uh, duh!” Skeppy said, staring them down.

“Can I introduce myself like I’m meeting new people?” The figure said in a happy tone. The group looked at each and then looked at the figure.

“Sure, why not?” Tommy said, “I mean, we are new people.”

“GREETINGS! It is I, HilariouslyScary!” The figure said flicking her hood off. She had short brown hair and peach-coloured skin with blue eyes. They all stared at her.

“So, we know your name,” Tommy said, “But why should we trust you?”

“I can’t tell you exactly, it might ruin everything,” Scary said as she re-tied their hands, “Let’s just say that in a few hours from now, sh*t’s about to go down.” She picked up the bowls and the trays and headed for the doors. Just before she closed them, she turned around again and stared at Tommy.

“Trust me, it will be any minute now.” she said just loud enough for him to hear and then she closed the door. George and Tommy looked at each other.

“God I really hope that means we’re getting rescued,” Tommy muttered.

It was few hours before anything drastic happened. They would finally see what had happened to Bad.

The doors flew open so violently that one of the doors almost broke off of its hinges. Corpse was standing in the door way, surrounded by hooded figures, including HilariouslyScary. Corpse strut down the middle of the middle of the room and grabbed George by the jaw. He turned to one of the hooded figures.

“They look absolutely fine to me.” Corpse said.

“I don’t see anything wrong with that,’ Tommy grumbled. Corpse stared him straight in the eyes and then glared back at the hooded figures.

“Did one of you give them something to eat?” Corpse yelled as he ripped his hand away from George’s jaw, “Who is it!? Are you trying to betray us!?”

“Sir,” Scary said quietly, “I think your over-reacting. I fed them something, that was only because…”

“You did what?” He said plainly, “Why would you do that? We are trying to make them desperate for their freedom! And you’ve just f**ked it all up.”

“One measly meal wouldn’t change much,” Scary yelled back, “In order to use them they have to be alive!” The two began yelling back and forth but then suddenly stopped and, without warning, everyone dropped to one knee, everyone except Corpse. A figure dark grey skin burst through the already somewhat broken doors holding staff tipped with golden ring, at least the size of his face. When he spoke, it sent chills down the group’s spines. The voice was familiar, some would even say, cute.

“Bad?” Skeppy gasped, “What happened?” Bad stared back them and walked up to Sapnap.

“Don’t talk to me like I’m your friend,” Bad demanded, “You are well beneath me.”

“Bad, seriously?” Skeppy yelled. The group all began yelling over each other, all trying to figure out what was wrong with Bad.

“Bad, we’re your friends!” Sapnap said sweetly, “You seriously can’t forget about us!”

“Remember you?” Bad scoffed, “How on earth can I forget you? You’re all pathetic and insufferable”

“We are your friends Bad!” Sapnap yelled again, “Bad, please!”

“QUIET!” Bad yelled, but Sapnap kept repeating over and over again, and soon, the others joined in too, questioning him.

“ENOUGH!” Bad belted as he struck Sapnap with his halo-ended staff. The halo went straight through his right clavicle and down into the centre of his chest, spraying blood all over Corpse and George. The group, and a few of the hooded figures, screamed in shock, except for Tommy, the loudest of the bunch, he just sat there trying his hardest not to puke. Bad pointed his bloodied staff at the horrified Tommy.

“You’ll be next, if you step out of line, that is,” Bad snapped, “I only need the other three.” Bad stood there for a few seconds and then turned to Corpse.

“Remove this body,” Bad demanded to Corpse.

“I have a better idea,” Corpse said as he walked away from Bad towards the door, “Leave the body here. It might help when it comes to the bargaining stage.” Bad smiled and followed Corpse out of the room. Scary stayed back for a minute to wipe the blood from George’s face and move the body away so that it wasn’t leaning on his shoulder.

“We’re gonna help you,” she muttered to George, “I promise you.” Scary looked at Dream and Skeppy, “I promise all of you.” She walked out of the room, looking like she was having an argument with one of the other hooded figures. 

A day later, there was chaos in the castle. Shadows guards were running up and down the halls outside the dining room, yelling something about an intruder within the city walls. A pony burst through the dining doors with HilariouslyScary and two other hooded figures close behind.

“Girls! I told you to wait outside the doors to make it look like you were guarding it!” the pony yelled out to the others, “Make sure you act natural!” She had dark pink hair, a black sock-like pattern around her hooves that ended at her knees and long, black feathers around her neck and shoulders.

“What the f**k is going on?” Tommy blurted.

“We’re going to get you out of here, okay?” the pony said, slightly winded from running, “Just hold on for a little while longer!” However, Tommy was angry. He wanted to yell at Scary for promising their safety and then just letting Sapnap die, but before he could, she, the pony and the other two hooded figures ran out of the room and slammed the massive doors closed.

It took a while for anything to happen. The castle calmed incredibly quickly. And then things escalated once more.

The dining room doors flew open again, literally on the verge on breaking. A man wearing glasses, a blue t-shirt and a cat jumper tied around his neck was thrown to the ground.

“Oh my god,” George said concerned, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” the man said rather cheerily, “I’m okay, kiddo.”

“Damn it!” Corpse cursed, “A Sander Side.”

Chapter Text

Neytirix stood behind the tall, thick pillars with the rest of the followers, waiting for Leader Corpse’s signal, but she wasn’t concentrating properly, even though she was one of the only ones who could properly perform the spell. She was just so sick of using it on innocent people to do Corpse’s dirty work, but she didn’t really have a choice. She wanted to secure a safe spot for her family in the ‘hierarchy’ once Corpse was finished reinventing society. She was also indebted to him for keeping them away. She kept seeing the faces of those she turned in monsters. A picture of Dream flashed into her mind. It would only be matter of time before he turned as well. And now, it was BadBoyHalo’s turn.  

“Now!” Corpse yelled out to the others. The sound echoed throughout the throne room, but Neytirix didn’t hear it, she was still standing there, feeling sorry for herself. Jake Paul walked past her grabbed her shoulder, yanking her out from behind the pillar. She stumbled and fell over, slamming her skull-face into the marble floor. Ccrtelevison quickly came over to help her up.

“Thanks, CC,” Neytirix whispered. CC looked at her with a worried face.

“Just pay attention,” she mumbled.

Neytirix stood there conflicted as she saw Bad screaming his head off. She didn’t want to watch, but she had to, as she was the one who was supposed to perform the spell. She held up her twisted staff and pointed it at Bad who was sobbing wildly by this point. She began to recite the enchantment.

“The monsters of old and the…” but she was distracted once again. Bad looked at her with watery, red eyes that seemed to pierce through her soul.

“Get on with it!” Corpse shouted.

“I can’t!” she shouted back, “I… I just can’t…” She quickly turned her head away and waited for Corpse to sprint over and plunge his staff through her chest, but he didn’t. He turned away and pointed at the pony.

“Emala Jiss,” he said, “You’re up.” Neytirix moved to the back next to HilariouslyScary and Emala moved up to the foot of the throne where Bad was tied to. She continued Neytirix’s spell.

“The monsters of old and the rulers of new, I present to you a new vessel for you to use.” The other followers began to stomp their feet as she repeated the line over and over again. Bad began to lose consciousness as his eyes rolled back into his skull. Neytirix cringed as an ominous low growl echoed throughout the throne room. But then all of a sudden, everyone stopped stomping and the growl ceased. Bad looked out towards everyone, with sour and cold expression. He looked down at his tied downs arms and someone quickly rushed to untied him. Bad stood up and looked out towards his followers and lifted his arms up, expecting praise. Everyone immediately started cheering, except Neytirix and her friends. They stood there, clapping ever so quietly. Neytirix looked at Bad and just felt horrible. She didn’t even know this man but she felt so sad, like a family member was just ripped away from her. She couldn’t imagine what his friends and family would feel like. The followers were forced to bow for about five minutes and then were demanded leave as Corpse was going to reveal his plans to Bad, who they were forced to called ‘The King of Shadows’.

Once the followers were released, Neytirix muttered something and then teleported herself to her bedroom. Emala and CC were part time guards, so they had to rush off to their positions. So HilariouslyScary was left alone. She stood in the corridor in front of the two heavy doors that lead back into the throne room. She pressed the side her head against the doors to try and hear what was happening but it was no use as they were speaking quietly. She obviously already knew the plan, but she was curious to see if there was some information that Corpse was leaving out. She took a few steps backwards and admired the intricate patterns that covered the door. Her mind then went to Neytirix. She knew she should check up on her friend and head back to the room, but she herself was a bit shocked after watching Bad being forcefully tainted. She wasn’t in the right frame of mind to comfort her friend. Just as she was zoning out, someone put their hand on her shoulder.

“What are you doing?” a voice said as Scary flung herself around to face her confronter.

“Nothing!” she muttered quickly, “I was just… you know… thinking?” It was Azzyland, staring directly at her with a strange, spooky smile, which could only be rivalled by that of Moriah Elizabeth, who was under an insanity spell.

“Thinking?” Azzyland said as she walked around Scary menacingly, “I like thinking. I think a lot.”

You do? Scary thought to herself as she prepared what she was going to say next, and then she muttered, “I’ll just be going, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh, but I do mind!” Azzy said as she grabbed Scary’s shoulder as she walked past, once again, “I want to know what’s wrong with that skull-faced friend of yours.”

“H-how should I know?” HilariouslyScary responded slightly worried, “I’m not Neytirix and I’m not her parent.”

“I thought you guys were close,” Azzy whispered as she put her arm around Scary, “After all, we always seem to hear you guys talking about some stuff that makes us question your loyalty to the King.”

“We?” Scary asked with an anxious gaze, “W-we? What do you mean we?”

“Oh, ya know, Tabbes and NerdECrafter, my girl gang,” she said taking her arm off Scary and pushing her away, seemingly in disgust, “And I love the fact that you didn’t question the fact that I confronted you about your weak allegiance to the King.”

Scary stared at her for a few seconds before muttering, “You said ‘the fact’ twice.”

“SHUT UP!” Azzyland snapped as she pointed her dagger-like nails at Scary’s throat, “Why didn’t you…”

“Because there’s nothing to question,” a voice said sternly, cutting Azzy off, “This is a scary profession. We are only people, and we get freaked out sometimes. Being scared doesn’t mean they’ll back down from their duties.” Azzy turned around and saw NerdECrafter.

“Craft-y, I was only testing her!” Azzy quickly chimed as she walked towards NerdECrafter.

“You know, you don’t make sense sometimes Azzy,” NerdECrafter muttered, “You forget that HilariouslyScary here is a talented wizard, and you have no power unless Corpse gives you his blessing. She and her friends could easily kick your ass, so stop pestering them. Also, I just don’t understand what you say half the time. You’re not funny.” Scary giggled as a gawking Azzyland stormed off.

“That was weird,” Scary muttered.

“Everything here is weird,” NerdECrafter replied. But before she could say anything else, Scary thanked her and scampered off. Not wanting to seem suspicious to the guards, she decided not to follow Scary and instead go to the next best person; Neytirix.

NerdECrafter made her way to bedrooms, keeping an eye out for Neytirix’s room, hoping she would still be in there. NerdECrafter had the ability to read the minds of her allies, so she quickly glanced into Neytirix’s just as they were let out of the throne room, checking to see what she was thinking.

Eventually, NerdECrafter found the room. Its door was painted beautifully with both grim and brightly coloured characters (What else would you expect? The two people living in that room are both epic artists!). NerdECrafter knocked on the door and waited for a reply. A few seconds later, she heard a muffled “I’m coming!” and then Neytirix opened the door. They said hello and NerdECrafter stepped inside. She was shocked to see Emala Jiss and ccrtelevision there, but she tried her hardest not show her shock.

“What are you two doing here?” NerdECrafter tried to ask casually, “Don’t you have guard shifts?”

“Oh, we were let off early,” Emala replied, “There were too many off us and Tabbes didn’t trust us enough to guard the other ‘vessels’.” CC laughed awkwardly and rolled her eyes. NerdECrafter knew she could trust Neytirix, as she had shown signs of regret from day one of joining Corpse and his vile cult, and Emala Jiss had shown a similar disgust. But not ccrtelevision. Though NerdECrafter was much closer to CC than the others, she wasn’t able to determine whether or not she could trust her. It wasn’t that CC had shown a lot of faith and allegiance to Corpse and now the newly crowned king. It was that she didn’t seem to show faith to anything. She just didn’t seem to care about either side. She seemed the least bothered out of everyone about BadBoyHalo’s ‘coronation’ but she also didn’t seem to care about the rumours of a possible rebellion against him. NerdECrafter just wasn’t sure if she could trust her. She had to come up with a way to talk to Neytirix alone without making CC, or even Emala suspicious. NerdECrafter didn’t mind sharing the information with Emala as well, but she though it would be a bit weird if only two out of the three people in the room were allowed listen what she had to say. NerdECrafter had to come up with an excuse, and fast, as she had been standing in the room silent for about thirty seconds and CC began to look at her funny.

“Can I speak to Neytirix?” NerdECrafter eventually spluttered, “In private?”

“Why can’t you say it in front of us, Jackie?” CC asked, still having a funny expression on her face. NerdECrafter was starting to panic at this point, so she muttered the only excuse she thought would work.

“It’s a message from Leader Corpse.” CC’s odd expression ceased and Neytirix stared NerdECrafter dead in the eye, worrying if something bad was about to happen. NerdECrafter stepped outside the room with an anxious Neytirix following close behind her. She felt horrible for lying to Neytirix, but she knew it was for a good cause. Neytirix closed the door behind herself and instantly started apologising.

“This is about the ritual thing, isn’t it?” Neytirix began muttering, “I swear, I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful or anything, I just panicked!”

“Okay look,” NerdECrafter said feeling bad for lying to Neytirix, “You’re not in trouble with Corpse, I lied so I could talk to you in private.” Neytirix’s face turned from a worried face to an upset yet relived expression.

“What is so important that you couldn’t say it in front of the others?” NerdECrafter gave an uneasy expression. She had to come up with yet another excuse. She wasn’t used to lying this much. She was always very brutally honest.

“Um…” was all she could say at the moment. She looked at Neytirix, debating whether or not this was a good idea (This is the second time I used ‘whether or not’, sue me). She pulled out a crystal from her pocket and quickly shoved it in Neytirix’s face. Neytirix grabbed it hesitantly and inspected the crystal.

“Uh, thank you?” she said slightly concerned. NerdECrafter pulled Neytirix by the shoulder next to her and whispered in her ear:
“Make the right decision or hand me in.” Neytirix stood there shocked, but before she could say anything, NerdECrafter moved away from her.

“Whatever you chose, I won’t be mad at you.” NerdECrafter muttered with a smile. She then quickly turned around and walked away briskly, with her hands shaking slightly and her face sweating wildly.

After five minutes of anxiously walking past shadow guards and avoiding eye contact with a still angry Azzyland, NerdECrafter finally made it back to the sanctity of her room. She locked the door flopped down onto her bed. Her hands were no longer shaking, but her face was still somewhat sweaty. She exhaled loudly and made her way to the bathroom to wash her face. As she walked, she looked at the many broken sculptures that were hanging on her wall. They were all her own creations that were once living, breathing creatures that fought alongside her in battles. She washed her faced and stared at her reflection, that slowly morphed into the one person she didn’t want to see.

“Nerdy!” the reflection chirped.

“Witchy…”

The reflection folded her arms and looked at her with an animated face of disappointment.

“You’ve been a very bad girl!” the reflection muttered, “He’ll find you, and when he does, he’ll be mad.” NerdECrafter scoffed and grabbed a towel off of the rack.

“Corpse doesn’t need to know,” NerdECrafter said confidently as she wiped her face, “He’s not going to find out.” She paused and stared her sentient reflection in the eyes, “And you aren’t gonna stop me.” She walked out the bathroom and her reflection called out her.

“Those are some big words coming from a mere vessel.” NerdECrafter turned around in shock, expecting to have another long argument with herself, but WitchECrafter was gone, and she was just staring at her own regular reflection.

She walked uneasily over to her bed and flopped down of it. She whipped out a crystal, the same kind of crystal she had given to Neytirix. She quietly spoke a name and double tapped the crystal, sending a signal to one of the rebels. After a minute of waiting, the crystal flashed, meaning someone had received the request to talk (vc?). She fiddled with her hands and waited for someone to speak up.

“Hello?” said a voice coming out of the crystal.

“I think I’ve messed up…”

…

“And she just handed this to me!” Neytirix cried as she shoved the crystal in CC’s face in the same way NerdECrafter handed to her. CC held the crystal in her hand and inspected it from all angles. It was a mostly transparent, pinkish colour and it was shaped like an elongated hexagon. It was flat, smooth and about a centimetre thick. She tapped on the shinier side of the crystal and it instantly lit up, looking almost exactly like a modern touch-screen phone. Like a normal phone, it had a few different icons or apps, however, it didn’t have as many default apps on it like a normal phone (Like seriously, I DON’T NEED MORE THAN ONE NOTE TAKING APP! Looking at you, Samsung!). One icon stuck out in particular, mainly because it was a simple black square. She looked up from the crystal and ushered Neytirix and Emala over.

“Well, that doesn’t look suspicious,” CC muttered sarcastically as she handed the phone to Neytirix.

“I wonder what it does?” Neytirix said as she tapped on the icon, but nothing happened. She tapped on it again. And then again. And again. She ended rapidly typing on the icon but nothing was happening.

“Geez, it must be broken or something,” Emala said leaning over the screen, “Try clicking on another icon.” Neytirix clicked on the camera icon and it worked fine. The three stared at the crystal and then looked at each other.

“I am way too tired to figure this Ney,” CC whined as she flopped onto the bed, “It’s clearly magic. Maybe Scary can figure it out?”

…

HilariouslyScary sat inside the cafeteria munching away at a sandwich with a frown on her face. She kept thinking about that group of friends they had kidnapped earlier, and she felt horrible. They had been sitting in the room for a while now without any food or water and she couldn’t help but feel anything but pity for them. She scratched her head and scrunched her eyes intensely in an attempt to rid her mind of those thoughts, because she was doing the right thing. Aren’t I? she thought. She was about to slap herself in the face when she heard the cafeteria doors open and chirpy voice saying “Howdy hey!”

“Greetings, Rea,” Scary said to the quickly approaching chirpy GinjaNinja, “Whatcha doing?”

“Gettin’ food!” Ginja called out as she jumped over the serving counter, “You?”

“Ya, know,” Scary said trying to mask her concern, “Eatin’ food!” but Ginja could see through it.

She rummaged through the fridge and jumped over the counter armed with a loaf of bread, a couple slices of ham and a tub of pudding. She walked up to Scary and sat next to her.

“So,” Ginja said as she opened the plastic bag encasing the bread, “Tell your auntie Rea what’s wrong.” 

“You know those people we, uh,” Scary looked around anxiously, “Kidnapped?”

Ginja looked up at Scary with her face full of bread.

“Yeah…” Ginja mumbled with her mouth full, “I try not to think about it too much.”

“I just can’t stop thinking about what’s gonna happen to them? And they’re stuck in there, without any food or water!”

GinjaNinja looked at her and sighed.

“You’re right,” Ginja whispered, “They have suffered quite a bit, the poor guys.”

They sat in silence for about 20 seconds. Scary was looking at the ceiling, analysing the battle depictions of old wars.

“Maybe you should get them some food?” Ginja muttered, “I mean, they aren’t useful if they’re… you know, dea-”

“I get it Ginja,” Scary quickly uttered, “You’re right, I should get them something.”

Ginja smiled and carried on eating.

The two talked for about 15 minutes, complaining about random stuff. Scary was half way through telling her weird encounter with Azzy, when Ginja’s phone began to buzz wildly with text messages. The group tended to text each other when they were within the castle grounds since phone calls were usually being bugged (get stick bugged lol). Ginja got out her phone and opened the messenger app and was instantly hit with hundreds of frantic texts messages from Neytirix, all of them saying “IS SCARY WITH U?”.

Ginja frowned and gestured to Scary.

“I think she’s looking for you,” Ginja garbled as she swallowed her food.

“Who?”

“Neytirix!”

“What?” Scary muttered, “Why didn’t she just text me? My phone’s right here!”

She stuck her hand in her crossbody bag and rummaged around. After tipping the contents of the bag onto the table, she looked at Ginja, feeling slightly annoyed at herself.

“I think I misplaced my phone…” she said slowly as she scraped her stuff back into the bag, “Did she say why she’s looking for me?”

“No,” replied Ginja, “all she said was ‘meet me at our dorm’ and ‘It’s urgent’.”

Scary looked at her confused.

“Well,” Scary said standing up, “I better get a move on then!”

She waved goodbye to Ginja and quickly jogged to the door.

…

“Honey, I’m home!” Scary sung jokingly.

“Took you long enough!” Emala muttered angrily.

Scary walked to her bed, plonked her bag down and whispered to Neytirix, “Geez, what’s up with her?”

Neytirix shrugged and smiled, “I guess she’s just feeling a little… horse.”

Scary giggled and CC rolled her eyes.

“I’ll just… I’ll just go sit in the corner of shame,” Neytirix muttered awkwardly

Scary laughed and followed her.

“So why did you need me so desperately?” she said.

“Because of this,” CC said handing her the crystal, “Do you know what it is?”