Third Person's POV

You woke up in a dark room. You could only move the tiniest bit so you were able to tell that you were tied to a chair. A rather uncomfortable one at that. It was dead silence, but you could feel a presence among your surroundings. No, not just one presence, many presences. All of a sudden, you heard a small whisper.

"I say we kill her," a silly voice whispered. You knew the voice, but you couldn't place a name to it.

"No," a deeper voice whispered back. You also knew this voice. "We need her."

"What if we send the video to Mark using my eye video camera," a third voice suggested.

"You fool," countered another. "This isn't doctor school. Trust me. We have to use the cloning device."

"I can't believe I'm saying this," the second, deep voice agreed, "but Doctor is right. It's time."

"Fine," the first, silly voice huffed, "but can we at least kill her good part?"

"Where were you when we were going over ideas?" the third asked. "There is no killing."

"You guys aren't fun," he complained.

"Google," all three voices said in unison, "there is no killing."

All of a sudden, you recognized all the voices. "Doctor, Google," you started out loud, "Warfstache, Darkiplier." You could feel all four of their gazes turning to me.

"You're awake," Dark stated in amusement. "How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough to know that I don't want any part of it," You struggled against your bindings. Even though you knew it was useless, you couldn't help it. Darkiplier has always been your favorite iplier since you heard about him, but you never thought he was real. This was real. Maybe a bit too real.

"Oh, (Y/N)," Dark chuckled. "You won't get out of those ropes. They're held together by my powers."

"Why am I here?" You don't remember how you got here. Last thing you remember is leaving Mark's panel at Pax Prime.

"We need you," Warfstache said matter of factly.

"But why me?" You asked leaning forward slightly.

"Well we could've chosen anyone, but Dark-" Google started but was cut off by Dark.

"All of this will be explained at a later time," Dark walked closer. He cupped your chin in his hands seeming to examine you. Then he turned to Google and Doctor saying, "For now take her to a cell. The process will happen in the morning."

You felt the ropes release, but something was still holding you down. Google and Doctor were standing at your sides tightly holding your arms. All of a sudden, they pulled you up we leading you out of the room. Dark and Warfstache had already left.

As they led you down a hallway, you couldn't see anything. There were no noises except the small plitter platter of small puddles caused by the dampness of the area. You figured you were in a basement of some sort.

"Where are you taking me?" You mustered up the courage to say.

"Here," they said in unison. They stopped and started leaving. You heard a small click of a lock. You ran toward the sound only to run into bars. Feeling around for a back corner, you sink to your knees and begin crying. Soon, you drift off into a sleep thinking about what had happened and how you got here. You couldn't find an answer.

To Be Continued . . .