Phil's POV:

One word runs through my mind. Incentive. Why is everyone here? Why only Youtubers? Is there like, something that they want us to do? I scoot in a corner, and scan my surroundings again. It seems as if we have all been sorted. The gaming Youtubers are all on one side, and the rest are on the other. I try to clear my head when a voice filters through the air. A man voice. It speaks, and I strain to listen. 

"Hello, everyone. I take it you are all well?" I can hear another voice yell out " What the f*ck do you think?" Mark. Figures. The red and black-haired man looks scared in a corner, huddled next to Jacksepticeye. The green-haired man looks at him, stroking his hair, in an attempt to calm him down. Hey, at least they can actually talk. I still have a gag on. I wait for a response, wanting to see if this guy actually bothers to respond. The voice laughs, obviously amused. Thanks, random guy. Didn't know suffering gave you joy. Good to know. Then the voice continues, unfazed at what Markiplier has just shouted out.

"Well, okay then. I'm sure you are wondering what you are here for, but that will be revealed when we get all the chosen Youtubers. Then I will tell you. Oh look, another enters. One more to go. Anyway have fun!" I strain to look at the door, fighting the pain in my neck, and someone enters. Oh jeez. It's Paint. Jon Cozart. Poor guy. Welcome to the club, man! Ugh. Even I can taste the sarcasm.

I wonder about the final Youtuber who will join us. In thinking, something catches my eye. A golden glint at the corner of my vision. I squint, thankful that I put on my contacts and not my glasses yesterday. Knowing me, I would've broken them by now. Man, at least I think it was yesterday. I'm not sure. Anyway, I notice something. There are little plaques that have writing on them. When I look closer, I can make out the words. charlieissocoolike. Jacksepticeye. Markiplier. Oh God. These are all the Youtubers names. I look around, noticing all the names. I just remembered something. I scan the area, and spot a very depressed looking Paint being shoved under another little golden plaque. I wonder who else they could drag into this place. I look around for a plaque that doesn't have  YouTuber. Huh. No empty spots. But didn't that guy say there was one more? I suddenly remember that there is an open spot next to me. I look next to me, not knowing what to expect. My breath is cruelly snatched away from my chest as I realize who the missing YouTuber is now. The little plaque placed  literally says all I need to know. danisnotonfire. Well, frick.

Dan's POV:

Okay, I'm worried now. Phil's not back, and I'm starting to wonder if it has something to do with the missing Youtubers. I pace back and forth, and glance at the clock. 12:43. This is the part where Phil yells at me through the door to go to bed, and I ignore him. I used to hate that , but I'd give anything to have that, and him, back. The apartment feels empty, and there's no one to do baking with, no one to laugh at when they trip, no one to complain about, and there's no one to comfort me either. This is just depressing. I sigh, falling back onto the bed, running my fingers through my brown hair. I turn over, hoping Phil will be back soon. I glance at the clock. 1:12. Wow. I really spent a lot of time thinking. My phone makes a sound, simultaneously startling me, and yanking me out of my thoughts. It's an unknown number. Huh. Weird. I look at the text, and almost choke on air and surprise.

"It's very Amazing  how little you know."

Oh shit.