Phil's POV:

I vaguely remember a cloth being pressed to my face, and as I was knocked out, I was dragged back to the van that they transported me here in. I also slightly remember the voice of Dan, and some stroking my hair. Someone was talking somewhere in the room I was in, but I was still half unconscious.

All I heard while going back and forth from conscious back to unconscious were "If you want to know-the many fangirls-the money-enjoy your stay-tomorrow!"

That's when my body decided it was going to go back to being completely unconscious, and I fell into another long sleep.

Dan's POV:

"Well, if you want to know, I'm going to sell you. The many fangirls who pay so much money just to meet you, imagine the money I could make. So, enjoy your stay, because the auction's tomorrow!"

The voice cut off, leaving us all speechless, especially me. Not that I could've talked or anything. The Youtubers around me whispered and some cried, but all I did was attempt to pull Phil closer. He ended curled slightly in the fetal position against my shoulder, and I attempted to get comfortable as I drifted off to sleep, unsure of what I was going to do tomorrow.

(Time skip, because I'm lazy. :) )

After a rough sleep of me basically tossing and turning from uncomfortableness, I awoke to the rough voice of "K".

Wakey, wakey! Actually, don't, because while this auction is going on, you will be knocked out. Can't be having you interrupt it, now can we?"

Markiplier's POV: (man, I'm just jumping POVs all over the place, aren't I?)

Okay, this fucker is crazy. Selling us? What the fuck!

After a rough sleep, I was awoke to the voice of the man that had kidnapped us.

Wakey, wakey! Actually, don't, because while this auction is going on, you will be knocked out. Can't be having you interrupt it, now can we?"

What the hell did this guy mean by that? It wasn't to long before I got my answer though, because a noxious gas came from the ceiling. After a few seconds of coughing from pretty much everyone, I watched people's heads fall, including Jack's.  

He was unconscious next to me, and I looked at him, my heart filled with sympathy, and I nudged closer and my eyes started to droop. I only heard one last thing before I fell into the state known as unconsciousness.

"Welcome, welcome, come on in!" From far away, and then I was out.

Universal's POV:

K let in all the people who had come for the YouTube auction, and everyone was immediately assaulted by the screams of fangirls. It took a few seconds to get everything calmed down, but then K led the around the room, showing them the options.

After that, the bidding began. When K introduced another YouTuber, he was supposed to describe them, but he needn't bother. At the mention of a name, everyone had to plug their ears as girls screams filled the air about their favorite YouTubers.

After a few minutes, a few YouTubers had been sold to various people, and that was only the beginning.

In a couple hours, it came down to one last YouTuber.

Dan Howell.

Phil had been sold for 3 million to a screaming blue haired fangirl who wouldn't stop jumping up and down with excitement as the guards surrounding her carried out her new purchase, and led her out.

The people watched her leave the complex, but then turned their attention back to the remaining YouTuber, and the battle it had come down to.

It eventually came down to two men, strangely enough. The two battling men just kept going higher and higher.

"3.5 million." He said, and the first man's face remained unchanged.

"4." He stated plainly. 

The second one looked nervous.

"4.3"

The first man remained unfazed.

"5." This did it. The second man backed down, and the guards around the man hauled Dan off as the man paid the 5 million dollars he'd just used to buy a person.

Dan's POV:

I awoke to darkness. I felt a cloth across my face, and realized that I was blindfolded. I tried to reach up to pull it off, but realized that I was still tied. 

I tried to figure out where I was, but I was cut short when I was thrown upward, and I hit the ceiling due to my freakishly tall height. Shit. Well, at least I now know I'm in a trunk. I sat there, thinking about what I was doing here when I remembered something.

Phil.

He wasn't here.

He was my only source of familiarity in this mess, and he wasn't here.

In the midst of my panicking, I didn't realize that the car had stopped. I could hear indistinct conversations outside, and then the trunk was opened, and I was basically dragged/led through a series of obstacles, where I pretty much tripped over everything.

I assumed we had reached our destination when we stopped. After hearing the rustling of cardboard, I was told to step forward, and I did so. I immediately knew I was in an enclosure, and before I could step out, the door was shut.

I didn't have the strength to figure out what I was in, because I felt myself getting tired. As I closed my eyes, I could hear faint sounds of celebration, but I allowed myself as I drifted into a dreamless sleep.

Scarlet's POV:

I groaned, hitting my alarm clock, and rolled in my bed. Who set my alarm? It was Saturday, so I wouldn't have been me. While thinking about the possibilities, I accidently rolled out of bed. Hitting the floor with a thump, I groaned in slight pain, then sat up. Cracking my knuckles, back, and arms (that one was an accident though), I stood up, brushing myself off from my fall. Not like it hurt. My carpet is very soft. The floor isn't though. As I stretched, and cleared the sleepiness from my vision, I looked at the alarm clock, and in my dreariness, I slurred nonsense.

"Who set you up? Are you stalking me?" I stated to my alarm clock, until I noticed a note pinned to the clock. I picked it up.

Hey, sweetie, gotta go out of town today to get you a present,
but I will be back tonight, and I'll have Joseph make you a
special birthday dinner!
 Love you!

                                -dad 

As I yawned and read over the letter, it hit me.

It's my birthday.

And Kylee's coming over in about, frick, twenty minutes. No wonder dad set my alarm, I would have been sleeping half the morning and, knowing Kylee, she would've walked I on me, and not woken me up, just watch me sleep.

I ran into my bathroom, and looked in the mirror. Wow, thanks universe, for this lovely birthday bedhead. Really appreciate it.

After a tangle with my hair, in which we were both inflicted pain, I managed to get it to look sorta presentable.

Then I grabbed a hairband, and tied it into a ponytail. What? I prefer ponytails, and always have.

I then stripped, locking the bathroom door, and jumped in the shower, carefully avoiding my hair.  My hair is halfway down my back, and I didn't want to wait for it to dry.

After hopping out, and drying myself off, I slipped into a pair of jeans, and a t-shirt with feather pictures on it. I lifted my hair, and hooked a necklace around my neck. My mom had given it to me before she died. It had a small cat pendant, and I loved it. It reminded me of my own cat, Matsu.

With my necklace on, I ran downstairs, pulling on some socks while hopping around on one foot. Then, I threw on my gray shoes, and walked outside, to be greeted by the sight of our front yard, that was very large.

Yes, my dad is rich. He's a very successful business man, and he shows it. I walked down the brick pathway, admiring the orchard, which had been my mom's favorite part of the yard. While walking down, I called out for my fluff ball.

"Meine Matsu katze!" I yelled, and after a few moments, my cat pelted towards me from a bush. Following him was a string of dogs. My cat leapt into my waiting arms, and I held him away from the danger.

"Taylor! Blue, get down, stop it!" I shoed away the lab and cavalier, and then cuddled my cat. That is, until I heard a car engine drive up the driveway.

"Kylee!" I squealed, and dropped my cat. He hit the floor, and took off running.

"Sorry, Mats!" I called out apologetically. Kylee raced into my yard, quickly thanking the car that brought her here, and then she raced towards me.

"Smooth move dropping you cat there, Let." She said while hugging me. I laughed, and hugged my best friend. I led her into the house, not that she needed it. She was over here so much, she basically lived here.

We walked to my room, and she and I sat on my bed, discussing school crushes, and the anticipation of seeing if we were in the same classes this year.

After battling each other in multiple games, I realized something.

I

suck

at

video

games.

Kylee basically crushed me.

After a few hours, the whole thing ended with me throwing my controller to the ground, and Kylee laughing at me. I stuck my tongue out at her, and she smiled back.

"You're a douche, Kylee."

"Awww, I hate you too, Lette."

I punched her in the arm.

"Oh, how dare you?" She tackled me, and managed to pin me to the ground.

"Oh, my ailing body cant bear to even be hurt! Do please, fair maiden, show me mercy!" Her grip loosened, and I threw her off me, and managed to effectively restrain her.

"Aww, no fair, you're a jerk."

"Love you too, Kyles."

"Hey, Let, I left something in the living room, will you go get it for me?"

I groaned.

'Kyles, stop being lazy, and go get it yourself."

"Fine, but will you come with me?" She gave the puppy eyes that she knows I can't resist. I playfully slapped her shoulder, and stood from my chair, and cracked my back.

I raced down the stairs, Kylee not far behind me.

Opening the door to the living room, I looked into the darkness. Slipping my finger behind the Demon Bird's cage, I flicked the light switch. My ears were immediately assaulted by lots of screams of "Happy Birthday!"

I smiled as I realized that this was a surprise party. Kylee came up behind me.

"Frick, I missed the surprise."

I smiled, and punched her shoulder lightly.

My dad came up and hugged me. I kissed on the cheek, and entered the living room, ready to party.

(time skip because I'm lazy.)

Well, I'm fifteen now. As I ushered the last of the guests out of the door, I realized something. I can get a learner's permit. I can drive!

I grabbed Kylee's shoulder, stopping her on her way out the door.

"Kyles, I can drive now!" She smiled.

"Then go ask your dad for your permit! I gotta go! Call me tomorrow!" SHe called as she exited the house. I closed the door, and went to go find my dad. I peeked my head into the storage room, and saw him there.

"Dad, hey, I want to ask you something!"

He turned around.

"Scarlet! I've been wondering where you were. Come here, I want to give you a special present."

I walked forward, the question forgotten. Dad lead me towards a large box, covered in wrapping paper. I rushed towards it, and tore off the paper. It reveal a large box, cardboard. I tore off the cardboard, and there was a large metal safe, freakishly tall. I looked at my dad inquisitively.

He nodded.

"Open it. It's 7478."

I turned back to the safe, and put in the code. Opening the large metal door, I saw something I never thought I would see.

"DAD!?!?!?! WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!!?!?"