Chapter one: so, it all begins

It was morning and Seto had received a text from Adam. It sounded urgent, it said "Seto go on Minecraft, we need to talk," When he logged in he was spawned in a blocky conference looking room.

"We are voting to decided whether or not to kick you from Team Crafted," Mitch said and Seto closed his eyes. Holding a small tear back, Seto opened his eyes. All hands were raised except Ty's. Some hanging by a spider's web, like their arms weighed a ton. Ty looked around helplessly, before barely chocking out, "Sorry Seto."

Many members of Team Crafted had either hair covering their eyes in shame or guiltily looking away. In a way Seto saw this coming, but every time he had pushed it away like a bad dream, thinking that it would be all ok in the morning. Seto dipped his head in a way of saying goodbye and left the game.

Months had passed and no-one has heard of Seto since that incident, Ty had talked (or rather texted Seto) several times. The first few messages had a small reply in return but that didn't last for long.

Team Crafted is now officially launched. The sun shone brightly and it's warm rays rained down onto the seven members of TC who just finished their photo shoot. All of them didn't bother getting changed so they wandered around the streets still in their suits.

Soon, Mitch, Jerome and Adam's stomach roared for food. "Race you to that restaurant biggums!" Mitch shouted, sprinting away as other followed a few paces slower.

"Hey Ty, you coming?" Although Jason was eager to join the race, he stayed behind to ask. "We'll be eating their dust instead of real food," Ty slightly laughed at Jason's terrible pun.

"It's just-" Ty started, "never mind, let's go!" He shook his head and ran towards the restaurant, Jason behind calling hacks. A hooded figure turned around from a news stand and swiftly followed the into the store.

Quentin sat with Mitch and Jerome in a mountain of finished plates and cups. Ian had ordered a massive pink and white cake that would easily put his own height to shame. "Don't you get the feeling that someone has been following us?" Jason said, swallowing his mouthful of some peculiar coloured liquid.

"That's the feeling I got when we were outside earlier," Ty replied, eyes whipping around the room. A gold chandler, or budder as Adam would say, and quiet groups of diners sat around square tables around the room. "You're being paranoid, we're a bunch of famous YouTubers in suits. People are gonna stare." Quentin joined.

"I guess you're right," Ty ended with a last, unsure glance around the room, he finished the rest of his food in silence.

Later that evening, Team Crafted had enough of wandering around and decided to head home. The timing was as bad as it could get, it was rush hour and the traffic had been non-stop. Crossing a duel carriage way was hard enough, but doing it while avoiding crazy and wild drivers was just insane.

Finally there was a break in the traffic, the perfect time to cross! Team crafted was nearly halfway across the road when suddenly a silver station wagon bounced down the road.

Jason, Ty and Ian were in front and ran the last lane and a half to the pavement but Quentin and Mitch were frozen with fear.

Adam, with only seconds until the car hit, shoved Jerome onto Mitch who then both crashed into Quentin and with the left over momentum, fell just outside the lane and out of danger.

Adam raised his arms hoping to at least protect his head as the station wagon was just a hair's width away from him. He was so close that he could see right into the female driver's eyes and her face scrunched up in terror.

Adam felt a small hand behind him, pushing him forward, out of the path of death. Everything went black.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

The smell of antiseptics and medicine. It smelled too clean, like death. Four white walls surrounded him, a small window was to the far right, an annoying heart rate monitor pulsed to the left of Adam. Thoughts flashed though his head. Was Team Crafted safe? Am I dead? And lastly: someone saved my life.

Adam slowly sat up, checking each part of him was still intact. Apart from his left arm, which was lightly bandaged, nothing seem broken. He then looked around and noted the clock in front of him: 11:37pm 'I was out for about five hours?' He thought before he was interrupted by an old man who coughed loudly to his left. "Oh you're awake... Mr Dahlberg?" A nurse came into Adams sight, she was tall with her dark brown hair in a bun, she was pushing a trolley full of different medication with one hand, and held a file or a note pad of some kind in the other.

"Just Adam would be fine. Where are my friends?"

The nurse handed Adam a small tablet and said, "They're outside, eat the medication while I call them in," after Adam stared at it for a bit the nurse added "Don't worry it's just some painkillers." As the budder king was about to swallow, Jason, Ty and Ian half ran and half rolled into the room, they were all wearing white hospital gowns. This made him look down and nearly choked on the pill when he saw that his suit was gone.

"Do. You. Know. Who. We. Are!?" Ian spoke slowly and loudly to Adam like he was an alien. "Yes I'm not stupid, if that's what you're after" Adam then playfully punched Ian on the arm. Ty seem unsure and asked "how many fingers am I holding up?" Ty stared at Adam as if he could physically tell where Adam might have been hurt. "Three, seriously though it's not funny" replied an annoyed Adam.

"Ok my turn for questions, firstly how's the others, secondly where are our clothes and thirdly how am I still alive?" On the second question Adam gestured at the horrifyingly ugly plain gown he was put in. Jason spoke with a slightly shaky tone, "Quentin had a pretty bad sprain and Jerome is just shocked, Mitch is with them." He then paused and nearly whispered the next bit.

"Our clothes are with Mitch but yours is covered in blood-" Adam winced at the thought of blood. Jason noticed this but continued, "they're not you're blood but the person who saved you," at this point Jason's voice got so small, it was barely audible so Ty continued the story.

"Well you see, that person pushed you out the way and took the full force of the impact," Adam's pupil grew smaller in shock.

"He just came out of operation, the doctors says he'll live but just barely. Amazingly, he was only bruised with no broken bones," Ian finished. "Who is it?" Adam asked but it sounded more like he was talking to himself. "We don't know," Jason replied, finally got his voice back.

Adam leant back against the bed, 'Great now I owe my life to a complete stranger'

A/N: Reviews are welcomed!

Edit: I went back through the story and did a bit of cleaning up with the spelling and grammar errors, hopefully it looks a but better(nothing major have been changed).

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Team Crafted or any YouTubers in this story in any shape or form and I am not profiting from the publication of this story. (I think that's what I'm meant to say?)