WaryDeliverer

FINAL CHAPTER "JackseptiCryPewDieMashiplier arises!" Sean joked to his friends as they drove, laughing. They laughed as well. "Sean, how did you swing this?!" Mark demanded, grinning. "Even in pairs we couldn't take out the cab driver." "Easy as cake. I had no one to worry about other than meself," Sean answered, smiling. "Turns out sometimes teamwork isn't best after all." "I can't believe it. We're finally going home," Cry said, grinning and leaning back in his seat, finally daring to let himself relax… Mistake! YT Suddenly a car came around the corner and screeched to a stop. Cry quickly hit the brakes, sitting up with eyes wid

Mark, Aaron, Cry, and Felix pushed through the forest desperately. They had been missed, finally. Now the nut job's following was out in force. "Oh this is bad. This is so bad!" Mark exclaimed. Aaron was silent, looking grave and afraid. He had no clue what would be in store for him if he was caught again… "We are dead, bros. We are definitely dead," Felix said. "If they catch us we will end up being the suitors big time!" "And Aaron will end up Daniel. Except this time the butt stabber won't be Alexander. He'll be the Shadow," Cry said. "Can we not talk about this?!" Aaron demanded in fear. "Mark, are we near the fence yet?!" "We'r

Sean had not stopped practicing I Am Bread since contacting the madman. Well, he had, best not to get himself sick of it or wear himself down before he had to take on the challenge, but that wasn't the point! The challenge included both time and quality; whoever had the best average time and the best average quality. He honestly was unsure what to think. The police had travelled to the general area to which they had traced the man. As their connection to the sociopath's mind, they had brought him along. He didn't like being this close to everything and unable to do much, not at all. However, his friends were relying on him to play the distrac

The eccentric—or maniac, whichever one chose to call him—went into his office and picked up a phone, making the call with a smirk on his lips. Within one ring it was picked up. "Top of the mornin' to ya, you insane son of a bitch," Sean's—aka Jacksepticeye's—voice greeted. The man chuckled darkly. "I need an Agrippa, you know," he said. "Well that's going to prove ta be a bit of a problem," Sean replied. "See, I don't plan on being your next victim. So, are we doing this thing or not?" he asked. The police were downstairs tracking his call, for all the good it would do, but they were getting somewhere at least. They

Aaron looked at the instructions he held in horror. This guy wasn't playing around! He seriously expected him to torture the other guys into insanity! He looked at the smartphone he held. The madman, at least, had allowed him to 'employ' Sean into this scheme. That would be good, to have an outside connection. His thoughts were whirling around at a mile a minute as he frantically tried to determine how to go about doing this and getting them all out alive with as little bloodshed as possible. This guy was delusional. Maybe if he… maybe a challenge? He just didn't know anymore. Ugh, he'd figure it out somehow. The madman had sent Jacksep

The three trudged along in silence. No one spoke. No one had the heart to. Cry had brought them back to the place where Aaron had lain. There had been nothing there. Just a pool of blood that was drying on the ground. With nothing to bring back, they'd just decided to continue on. They looked up, now. Up ahead was the edges of the property. They were almost out… They'd been so close… Mark stopped, anguish tearing through him. He shook his head and sobbed, covering his mouth with a hand. He took a deep breath to compose himself. No mourning now. There was no time for mourning. They had to get out. They… they had to get out

The four young men walked silently through the forest. Not much was said between them. Mark and Aaron were still in the process of recovering and were still trying to catch up to the fact that people were actually here now. Of course it would be no easy task to get away, but maybe all together they'd have a better chance. "You guys are crazy!" Aaron finally blurted, unable to keep quiet anymore. "Damn straight," Felix replied, smiling dryly. "We're regretting it," Cry groaned. "What horrors did you two have to go through?" Mark asked. "Amnesia," Cry answered. Mark shuddered. "Mark, we have to find the baby!" Aaron said. "Don't worry abo

They were thinking, trying to figure out an action plan. First priority was to get these people to safety. "Okay, if we can get you three to our car, you'll have a shot at getting away," Cry finally said to the family. Felix translated to them then added to Cry, "Where will that leave us is the thing, Cry. And Mark and Aaron. No way are we leaving until they're safe." "Well if these two can get away, they can tell the police about this place and maybe lead them here," Cry muttered in an undertone, hoping the mikes didn't pick it up. Felix translated to the family. "Point taken, but they might not be in time," Felix pointed out to Cry. "Tr

Felix and Cry waited. There was nothing so far. Just then, though, they heard the sound of a crying baby and started. Quickly they turned and saw some figures costumed as Amnesia monsters heading away carrying a baby in their arms! "That's the baby Mark mentioned!" Cry exclaimed, eyes widening in horror. Dammit, now they had a choice. Either they tried to save Mark and Aaron, or they tried to save the baby. "F***ing choices," Felix groaned, thinking fast. "Mark and Aaron should be able to hold their own for a little bit longer, but that baby doesn't stand a chance in hell." "So we just leave Mark and Aaron?" Cry asked. "I don't want to, br

Cry and Felix were driving into a quiet little town now. That looked more like a town from some game or other than an actual town, to be honest, so chances were it was. Soon they parked and looked around. "Okay. Doesn't seem too bad. Yeah, we can do this," Cry remarked. He cautiously got out of the car with Felix. "Too quiet, bro," Felix uncertainly said, looking around. "This town is totally faked." "Or if it's real it's the home of the maniac and his following," Cry said. "Which means we're on his turf. That's good. We're getting close to Mark and Aaron. See, this is what happens when fantasy and reality start to mesh in someone's mind."