Gamer (Fanfic)
Amnesia the Gamers Descent
"My name is Peeewdiepie and welcome to..."
A sudden scream and then...
That was the very last thing anyone heard before the video cam went blank.
Who screamed? Where did Pewdiepie go?
What this story unravels, is quite terrifying. There have been rumors that gamers have been going missing, weeks even months with no video uploads or any news or sign of their disappearance. This wouldn't be unusual as they are only human and have their own lives to lead and enjoy but what if they never returned? What if the last thing you saw of your favourite gamer was the horrifying look of death on their face before your computer screen went black?
Well let me share you this one story, actually two but first lets start where it is best to start, at the beginning...
Level one... Awoken.
Pewdie laid flat on his back staring up at a red cotton sheet that was held up by four large mahogany bed posts. At fist he did not turn, as a dull ache in his chest restricted his movement. His eyes struggled to adjust to the fading light of candles that were littered carelessly around the room. The living quarters looked disturbingly familiar, like a dream, or a picture or a... game?
Panicked and unable to recall his happenings, Pewdie threw himself forward only to double over in agony, clutching his arm, his body fighting to settle his nerves from uncontrollable trembling.
His mind set. Pewdie dragged his uncooperative body to edge of the bed. It was only then did he realise he was no longer wearing his usual coloured T-shirt and jeans but instead of an old Victorian suit, a grey waist-coat and pressed trousers to match. One of his bone coloured laced sleeves was rolled up over him elbow, revealing thick blood stained bandages.
He struggled to his feet, pressing all his weight onto a large wooden dresser that held an assortment of objects and letters.
Convinced the letters could help, Pewdie read the following...
"Pewdiepie awoke, arm injured, his memory fuzzy.
After allowing himself to recuperate, the young gamer
found himself searching the room for answers.
There he found on the dresser besides him
a multitude of items:
a lantern, a small pot of pain killers, a flask of hot water,
a packet of beta blockers, 3 rolls of clean bandages,
2 glass jars of oil, 1 energy drink, 2 cookies, a small box of tinder
and a paper bag containing 4 dog biscuits..."
Pewdie let out a gasp, not realising he'd been holding his breath. Was this a dream? And if not, then what kind of sick joke was this? Although nervous he gulped, and continued. The second letter was caught on a shard of broken mirror that stayed in place by a section of unharmed glass. He pulled on it gently scared to damage the mirror any further, once free he read...
"Rules and objectives:
You must complete the game to escape your prison,
there is NO shortcuts or cheats to this game so please
Don't bother searching, any attempts will lead to your demise.
You will find equipment and food on your journey
but be wise with your belongings as they could determine
whether you live or die in this world.
Always keep your sanity high, your pain low
and Do Not forget to tend to your injured arm as it
will effect your game play, clean water and supplies will be
stationed around check points.
There will be times when you begin to believe this world is fake
but I assure you it's real.
One last thing... If you die in this world, you WILL
DIE IN THE OTHER!
So farewell gamer, until me meet again
Good Luck"
Before Pewdie could react, the door on the far side of the bed room began to bang and crack. Wood splinters flew through the air, revealing a monstrous clawed hand, violently thrashing in the hole in the door.
Without even knowing it, Pewdie had already slid the contents on the dresser into a sack like duffle bag that had been hanging only an arm stretch away on what looked like a meat hook.
He rushed to a large wardrobe, dropping the paper bag of dog biscuits. He had no time to retrieve them. The wardrobe door closed as the other smashed open.
His blonde hair stood on end as he sat patiently, listening to creature's screeching, as the thing demolished the area around the wooden box Pewdie lay dormant inside. Preying he would not be found.
A vase shattered, frightening him with such dread his leg jolted, knocking the wardrobe door open. With very little time to act, he lunged forward and yanked the flimsy wooden door back, holding it in place with only the tips of his fingers. The beast heaved and pushed furiously at the door. Knowing it would soon come loose, either by it's hinges or that every time the monster ran at it all the thing's dead weight crushed Pewdie's fingers.
'I'll have to make a run for it.' He thought. What choice did he have, if he stayed, he'd die but then again, if he tried to run he'd still probably die, better to be killed knowing you were brave than to be slaughtered as a coward. Duffle Bag at the ready, positioned in a beginning sprint motion he went to push off until the unexpected noise of what sounded like dogs paws on laminate flooring.
The room went silent for only a moment, when all of a sudden, a high pitch scream came from the beast and blood curdling sound of what could only be described as a bag being ripped open and a jelly like content poured from it.
Pewdie sat bewildered, his bloody and bruised hands still grasping the edge of the wardrobe door, too terrified to see the world beyond the wooden box.
"Felix!?" A voice came from behind the slightly closed doors. "Felix!? Listen, I know you are scared but I don't have much time." Pewdie didn't recognised the voice but the voice obviously knew him. He bent his head around the corner expecting to see a man of some sort but instead a small black-brownish pug.
"EDGAR!" Pewdie flew out of his hiding space and dashed towards his pet. Stroking him urgently as if he'd never seen a dog before. He gazed up at his surroundings, the room was now trashed, blood and organs decorated the walls and ceiling like an explosion of paint. "Was there a man in here just now?" He asked rhetorically.
"No, unless you count that thing a man." The small dog replied. Pewdie was now pale white, his mouth wide open at the sight of his talking dog. Speechless, he knelt besides the pug, staring down in terror.
"Come now Felix, this is the game world." Edgar sniffed. "Anything can happen in the world of fantasy." Pewdie's eyes soften, almost looking as if he was drunk. "You have seen too much horror, take a beta blocker and fix your hands with a swig of your energy drink." Although confused, he did as Edgar asked. Moments later he felt more mentally stable and his hurt hands healed in seconds. "Game logic!" Edgar laughed. "Any wounds you gain in this world can be healed with sleep, food, medi-packs and water. Unlike your arm that was damaged in the other world, the world where we came from. You must take good care of your arm Felix, for if it gets infected you will die, but don't worry it's easier to care for than you think." Pewdie calmed, he crossed his legs and joined the conversation, not that it was weird that he was talking to his pet dog, he always did but this was the first time Edgar actually talked back.
"So did whatever bring me here, bring you here to?"
"No, I followed by my own will."
"Why?" Pewdie sounded sad.
"We have always had our ups and downs Felix but I've never hatred you and to watch my friend be dragged into another world against his will wasn't something I was planning on sitting back and watching." Edgar bought up a rear leg and casually itched his ear. Pewdie smiled, it was nice to know his dog cared for him that much he'd risk his own puggy life in a world of demons and murders. "As I said before Felix my time here is limited." With a low snort he hopped up onto his stubby legs and waddled to far side of the once had been bedroom. There he pulled a paper bag out from under the bed. The dog biscuits. He trundled back to where Pewdie still sat and placed the dog treats at his leg's side.
"I thought I lost them." Pewdie sighed in relief.
"Yes and you almost did, I used them as an advantage to come see you." The Victorian dressed gamer opened up the paper bag, inside there were three bone shaped biscuits with the letters H-I-N-T on them. "Hint biscuit bones." Edgar announced. "Whenever you need me, call my name, I will then ask for a treat, if you successful give me one, I will help you in any task you require assistance of but if you do not have a treat I'm afraid I cannot help you no matter how much I want to."
Edgar made his way to the entrance of the room. "Goodbye Felix, good luck friend." As if the pug floated, he soundlessly walked off into the darkness. Pewdie shouted after him but he was gone, nothing but a long empty corridor fading into black on either side.
He adjusted the strap on his bag and took a deep breath before walking out into the world of the unknown.
Level One... Awoken (Part 1) Completed...
Level One... Awoken (Part 2) Begin?...