Fanfiction: Influenced
Category: Web Shows (Youtube)
Chapter: 0
Author: Sakura Lawliet
Editor: Quietgirl117 (Wattpad)
Word Count: 2,196

Disclaimer: I do not own Youtube (obviously) or any of its users. I especially do not own H2O Delirious, VanossGaming, CaRtOoNz, and any other YouTuber mentioned in this writing piece. I only take credit for the plot and story.

Warning(s): None.

CHAPTER 00/PROLOGUE:

Warning

One warning was when everything in his home wasn't turning back on. His power wasn't working, which wasn't such a surprise for his Carolina location where hurricanes were often a thing to think and be conscious about. But he was even more confused when he didn't even have service for his phone.

Another warning was when he heard the noise of people frantically talking and leaving in their cars as he sat alone in his suddenly very quiet home.

His third warning was the screaming, but he was too scared to even try to see what was going on, so he hid away in his room like the coward he always thought he was.

And so, when he was harshly woken up from his afternoon nap by the rough pounding on his front door he wasn't surprised by the anxious feelings swelling in his chest.

Because something just wasn't right at this point.

His relief was an understatement when he opened the door to his best friend, even though the elder was pushing through him in haste. Jonathan watched in confusion as his best friend literally barged himself into his home, closing the door behind and locking it as he turned back to Jonathan with heavy breaths.

Luke's face was a mixture of calm panic and slight anger, the latter directed more towards Jonathan. "What are you doing lazing around?" He demanded. It was then Jonathan noticed the backpack hanging from Luke's hand limbly.

"What do you mean? What's going on?" Jonathan asked confused.

Luke frowned, not very pleased with Jonathan's laidback attitude when serious things were happening. "Everything is going to shit, and we need to leave. Now. So go gather your crap, do it quickly."

"Wait, wha-"

"Now, Jon!" Jonathan was instantly hasty with his feet as he turned to go to his room with Luke on his heels.

"Listen, pick things easy to move around and fight in." Jonathan knew Luke was talking about clothing, but Jonathan was alerted when the younger mentioned fighting.

Jonathan didn't really comment on it though, as he continued to pull out all of his wardrobe and pile it all on his bed to make it easier to card through.

"Pack light, or you'll tire yourself out easier with so many heavy things." Luke commented, also rummaging through Jonathan's small, but cluttered closet.

"What's going on, Luke?" Jonathan tried once more, making Luke pause in thought with a conflicted expression before he continued moving through Jonathan's things at a more slower pace.

"It's so stupid." Luke started, "It's something that you would think only happen in the movies, video games... You would think it's impossible, but apparently anything is possible..." Luke stopped, before looking over at Jonathan, "Jon, it's the apocalypse."

Jonathan furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "What? Is this a joke, Lu-"

"I thought the same as well, Jon, but do you really think I would come all the way over with all my shit, if I wanted to mess with you over something as stupid as an apocalypse?"

Jonathan bit his lower lip. "What the fuck, Luke?"

Luke pulled out a backpack from the bottom of Jonathan's disastrous closet and shoved it into its owner's arms with a thud and a grunt from the man. Luke held his hand to Jonathan's chest with the backpack separating contact as he stared with serious eyes into Jonathan's mixed feeling, stormy blue orbs. "Look, I know this is a lot to take in... but we'll make it through this together. We always make it through, okay?"

Jonathan nodded silently.

Luke forced a smile, "I have an extra bag for gathering the food you might have in your kitchen that we can take with us. Stuff your clothes into this one and find anything you may have for weapons in here." Jonathan nodded again as Luke gave a nod back before he turned and left to go to the kitchen.

Jonathan stood still for a good few moments as he got lost in his whirlwind of thoughts and inner conflicts. Jonathan just couldn't believe that he was in the beginning of a fucking apocalypse.

Jonathan shook his head, as he turned back to his mountain of clothes to get to work on absentmindedly.

What the hell was his life coming to?

When he was done packing, he searched his bedside night table drawers for that pocket knife Luke gave him for his birthday about two years back. Who knew it would come in handy now?

After that, Jonathan spotted his bathroom, and on the spur of the moment, he went into it to raid his medicine cabinets, finding an almost empty bottle of Aspirin, and about a half bottle of both Tylenol and Ibuprofen. Jonathan was pretty prone to headaches so he made a lot of trips to the pharmacist to keep these medicines in stock at his home. That and for when Luke stays over after having one too many drinks and finds himself with a hangover the next morning. Jonathan stuffed the bottles into his bag as well.

Looking back at his bedroom, one with pale blue walls and dark navy curtains, a bed with royal blue sheets, and a black comforter for winter nights. Jonathan felt everything was too surreal as he finally tuned back into reality and realized he was leaving all this behind.

His home, his games, his friends... his life.

He won't be able to return and even if he could, there's a sliver of a chance that everyone else would be back as well.

This was all just... so crazy. There's a chance this could all be some fucked up dream, and Jonathan really hoped that's all this was.

Luke must have picked up on Jonathan's gloomy thoughts because when the younger male walked into the kitchen, he was sighing. "It is kind of depressing isn't it?" Luke started as Jonathan sat at his small dining table. Although it wasn't really directed at Jonathan, it was more rhetorical as Luke pondered his own thoughts.

"What about everyone else?" Jonathan added. "This all feels so fake..."

Luke sat across from Jonathan with a somber expression. "I wish it was fake. This all seems too stupid to be real. Like an apocalypse? Really? What's the chance this is only some really fucked up nightmare?" And there Luke was, voicing all of Jonathan's inner thoughts like he usually did.

"A huge chance." Jonathan chimed in hoping that it was true. The sullen atmosphere brought many deep considerations. "Where do we go?" Jonathan asked.

Luke shrugged, "I would head west? Maybe we can find an abandoned farm or something?" Luke frowned, "We just need to keep moving until we find somewhere we can sustain ourselves and trust our security without going crazy."

Jonathan nodded dazedly, just going with the flow.

What he really wanted was to play some games. He wish he could have had a chance to say goodbye to his online life at least. It was all he had besides Luke, and maybe now he sort of regrets not telling them, his subscribers, more than enough times how much he appreciated them. And his friends.

And boy was he anxious of their whereabouts. Were they okay? Were they just as lost as he was?

At least, from what Jonathan's learned over the years, Luke was a more calm and collected sort of panic. Jonathan was a person who sort of followed, he fed on Luke's aura more than Jonathan could bring himself to admit. If Luke was angry, Jonathan was angry. If Luke was panicked, Jonathan was panicked. If Luke was calm, if he was okay, than Jonathan was the same.

Although, when playing games with everyone else, it was a little different. He showed more of himself, mostly because the atmosphere was just him listening to laughing, to voices in his headphones. The more they reacted to him, the more that Jonathan knew he wasn't imagining it all. The more they laughed with him, at him, the more he could tell himself he wasn't dreaming his happiness up.

But now... now he was back to just him and Luke, it seems. And he was grateful he still had Luke. Luke was always there for him, and now it looks like Luke always will be.

But Jonathan wonders about everyone else. Were they like Luke? Or are they more of a scream and run person? Jonathan knows that without Luke, he would still be holed up in his room, bundled underneath the covers. He wouldn't have moved from his little place, even if he ran out of food. He would just waste away, and would have allowed himself too.

Jonathan never had a strong appetite anyway, but he ate, if only for Luke's peace of mind. If Luke noticed the slightest weight loss in Jonathan, Luke would make sure to lecture him for hours at a time, and fatten him up all the while.

Jonathan felt his fingers lightly scrape against the inside of his left wrist. He mindlessly rubbed at the delicate skin as he got lost in his thoughts, a habit he's acquired over the years.

Luke placed a hand over Jonathan's, stopping the younger blue-eyed male's movements as he focused back on him. "We need to go, now."

Jonathan bit his lip and nodded silently as he watched Luke stand up. Jonathan stood up as well, looking over his kitchen once more. Luke was in the doorway leading to the entrance hall as he looked back at Jonathan. He gave a forced smile, "Go on, make a quick last look for memories and anything we may be missing." He complied, reaching out to grab Jonathan's wrist to drag him around the corner.

And here they were, looking around Jonathan's room and conjoined office one last time. The different shaded blue room giving a more somber attitude to their already put down feelings.

Jonathan moved to his computer desk, laying down his hand on the corner of it, as Luke walked past him to Jonathan's shelf full of his H20 Delirious logo merchandise and even favorite pieces of fanart that he printed out and framed. Jonathan sighed as he stared blankly into his black computer screen with equally blank thoughts as he felt his heart weigh heavy in his chest.

Until he was snapped back to reality as Luke shoved something into his face, and Jonathan felt a band of sorts wrap around the back of his head. Jonathan blinked a couple times before he focused on Luke grinning at him through little holes in whatever covered his face.

"I swear," Luke started, while Jonathan ran a hand over the mask on his face, "You are the most idiotic person I've ever known. You always try to act tough and shit, but you really aren't. If anyone knows, like I do, you enjoy your sentimental crap, so why they hell isn't any of this stuff packed?" Luke slapped more paper in Jonathan's opened hand, and when Jonathan observed them, he recognized them as the fanart of him and his friends that he had framed on the shelf.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Jonathan murmured, his breath hot against the inside of the hockey mask Luke shoved onto his person. The same mask he remembered Luke passing on to him as a gift from Evan when Luke attended E3 for himself and to fill in Jonathan's place as well.

"Fuck you." Luke rolled his eyes, looking down at the pictures as well. "You know, if you wanted to have pictures of everyone, you could have came to E3 last time instead of using fanart with you in them so you could use it as an excuse to have on your wall." Jonathan gripped the pictures tightly.

"Yeah..." Jonathan rasped, "I was being stupid, huh? Lost all my chances to see them now..." He trailed off, stuffing the images into his pockets.

"Hey, don't be like that. I know they understand, you should as well."

Jonathan scoffed at himself, "Yeah, but I don't."

Luke gave him a confused expression, "What? Wait, you don't understand? What the hell does that mean?"

Jonathan fixed the position of his mask, "It doesn't matter," he said leaving the room with Luke right behind him, "Let's just go."

Luke frowned, but picked up the backpack full of Jonathan's kitchen raid as they left the front door. Luke motioned to his car in Jonathan's driveway, "We'll take the highway out of here. I have about a gallon more in my trunk, which isn't much, but better than nothing."

Jonathan slid into the passenger seat, "You have everything, right Luke?" He asked, glancing at the older male climbing into the driver's seat. "You remembered a can opener at least, right? You know, for all the canned shit you grabbed," Jonathan turned his head to the window as he watched the scenery move with Luke's car pulling away from everything.

"You think I'm stupid? Of course I got one." Luke bit out.

"Great." Jonathan muttered as he watched his home disappear from sight with murky ocean blues and a sigh.

Originally posted on Wattpad the Sixth of January, 2018.

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[Hello. This is a apocalyptic, horror, tragedy, and adventurous story based around strong friendships and love (friendly and romantic). Its suppose to be anyway, haha.

This is a sort of sequel to one of my other stories posted, Monster, which is a Septiplier fanfic tragedy. You do not have to read that one to understand this one. It may help you empathize with the reason this story is based around, however. :)

Anyway, I had originally told myself wouldn't write a zombie-apocalyptic story because I felt that the concept had been exhausted, but couldn't get this out of my head (for about a year). So this happened.

I'm not the best writer, but I hope you'll continue this journey with pleasant thoughts and feelings.]

I hope you enjoyed it, thank you for reading,

~Sakura