I woke up in a oom I did not recognise, yet it seemed vaguely familiar, like I'd been here before in a dream or someone had described it or some shit. It felt strange, like I was looking at life from a different angle. Something was deffinately different, no fucking doubt about that.

I looked around. There was the bed I had just tumbled out of, the drawers beside the bed, a cabinet thing, a wooden cupboard, a ball on the floor; no TV. This room totally sucked. Wait a minute! BALL?

"BALL!" I yelled. I ran over to snatch the small inflatable up from next to the TVless chest of drawers. Man, those chest of drawers were so lame. I went to pick it up when I noticed my hands were different. They were a lot smaller than my hands, meaning they weren't my hands- hope you like my logic, bros. They were a little boy's hands, maybe around 6 or 7 years old, possibly even younger. Hell, I wasn't a child expert!

I looked down at my clothes; cream trousers, shirt, tie and wooly tank top. Who the fuck would dress this smartly in their own fucking home.

Then it struck me.

I had played this weirdo friend that a friend had suggested to me to do a playthrough for, which I had accepted. That had been almost 6 months ago, and my memory of the game was a little fuzzy considering I had done so many more episodes of Happy Wheels and other violent games which had needed the kitten treatment afterwards.

Looking around me, I identified some objects; the "creepy clock" hanging on the wall, the sun's teeth bared, the self portrait on the oposing wall stuck out white against the yellow pattern...even the tricycle was stashed away in the corner. I didn't want to turn and look out the window, but I felt myself turning in slow motion despite myself. After my slow-mo 360, a scare noise came on. Y'know, the slamming down of the hands on the keyboards that makes you shit a fucking brick, y'know that noise? Glad we're talking about the same noise. Well, I hope we are, because the noise I heard just then was fucking creepy and I want you to know how creepy it actually was.

The black crow sitting outside of the panes jumped about a foot into the air at the noise and leaped into the sky. I watched it untill the distance swallowed it up near the almost full moon.

I knew there was a mirror behind me, but I didn't want to look in it; I was scared of what I knew by this point I would see, but I crossed the room anyway. Looking into the glass, a stone-faced six year old stared back at me, his eyes a dark chestnut and his hair unbelievably tidy. I wish i could've told you I wasn't absolutely about to wet my lovely cream trousers with terror, but I can't, as that would be incorrect. I was inside Lucius. I was Lucius.

I reached up to touch my squidy little-boy face, and I'm pretty sure I imagined the reflection hiss soflty, "Welcome to your nightmare."

So as I'm sure a lot of you have noticed, I've never written any stories for youtubers or anything before, but I want to expand my horizons a little, so I'm going to start. Had this idea and just had to write it, I love PewDie's Lucius walkthrough's so much! So yeah, some critism/feedback would be nice :) ?

P.S. Don't worry, there will be barrels later on in the story.

-Obsession123 x