Hey Guys! I HAVE written FanFictions before, but I suggest that you don't look at those. They aren't bad, they were actually pretty good, but, umm, NEVERMIND! Anyways, I am not writing this on a book, movie, or show, it is about my favorite YouTuber in the ENTIRE world, VoicesFromTheDark (Dark). Umm... so, I figured I'd put my own spin on things, some of the following events are real things VFTD claims happened, and some are just my perspective on things, or my choice of for viewing, have fun, and most importantly "Stay Dark".

Dark packed his things. He was obviously in a rush to get home. He passed in the hallways, looking at no one, rushing, and maybe checking his phone. This was important. Opening Twitter, he read some tweets.

Amanda Ellis

VoicesFTD Slay all the Doben followers!

VoicesFromTheDark

Amanda360Ellis And perve all the girls! MMMRRR! #Marthar XD

Locking his phone, he walked out of the school, and started home. Oslo, Norway, his home, where he lived, and where he shall live, apparently. Dark knew he had homework, but who cares! He could do it in nearly 50 seconds while the teacher wasn't looking, that next day. Up the stairs, and through his door, Dark went, into his room. The white walls filled his mind with lonesomeness. Looking around, he began to feel not amused, forgetting his main goal, the only thing that haunted his mind all day. Looking at his computer he smiled softly, his pale face blankly staring. Moving his gaze upward, he saw many papers taped to his walls. He got up and walked to the wall. Dark smiled even more at all the letters, art, and gifts from all these people. They all gave him good remarks, and his stomach began to feel butterflies from the sore happiness he felt.

"Carl!" yelled a girl from downstairs,

"Yes?" he answered getting up, walking halfway downstairs, and noticing who it was.

"Can you be an awesome brother and fix this?" the girl handed an Apple device towards him.

"Sure, I don't know why you switched to Apple though... it is a pain," he glared at his sister, preparing to fix it. As he did so, he thought of what he was going to do, "Here, it was nothing.." Dark handed it back to her.

"Thanks,"

Dark went back into his room, looking once more at all the papers on his wall. He smile just got bigger, and he decided that it was enough inspiration to make him want to do some "work".

Sitting at his computer, Dark opened up Fraps and his webcam. He made sure his mic was on, and he then opened up a game called "Skyrim". Placing his hands on the mouse and keyboard, trying to remember the buttons, he started recording.

The main title screen showed up, showing a metallic dragon with barbaric music. Thinking of what to say, he opened his mouth and began, "Hello and welcome back to K'Joor Episode, I don't remember, been so long, you kinda' lose track," he giggled a little, cleared his throat, and continued, "So, this video is less cinematic, more commentary, as sometimes, that is a bit easier. I kinda' don't feel like wrting a script right now...:

Clicking the "Continue" button, he began to play. " On the last episode, I think we defeated a group of Doben worshipers in Marcarth, where they took over the Shrine of Talos for secrete Dobeny stuff," he controlled a man-sized cat he called, K'Joor. Doben, the magical, sinister wheelcart, and an Orc group called the Crimson Swords took K'Joor's family hostage until he paid the fine and as a mission to gain revenge. K'joor grouped a guild of friends together to defeat the now, more powerful Doben, who now seeks to take over all of Skyrim and destroy K'Joor and his gang.

Dark looked at his fingers for a second, they were pushing buttons upon the keyboard. He tried to hide his smile, and continue commentating. Suddenly, as he was playing a, Doben follower appeared on a path in game. Controlling his character, he attacked it.

"Seems we have met again, Dark!" a dark, vivid, voice called.

"Haha... oh, umm... I don't remember this in the game," Dark looked nervously around, "and I don't remember my room being painted black,"

"Welcome," Doben said, unseen, "to my realm. Well, one of them."

Mirrors appeared in his room from darkness, surrounding the now crowded Dark. Figures began to hide within the glass, K'Joor's gang lay inside. They all cased a spell on him from within the mirror. A green light flashed, and Dark passed out.

"hey," a loud, high pitched voice yelled.

"What? Damn it, I am late for school aren't I?" Dark asked wiping his eyes before looking to see who it was.

"School? No, Dark it has been too long. We need you," The voice said again.

Getting back his vision, Dark stood up and looked at the person. A Khajiit stood in front of him, "K- K'Joor?"

"Sure is, kitty cat POWAH!" K'Joor exclaimed.

Catching his senses, he realized he was In the game itself. His characters now surrounded him with broad smiles, except Marthar, he looked at Alice's chest, sipping on some ale. The tall trees surrounded him, it looked like somewhere near Riften. His whole gang were dressed in suits of armor and had some bad ass weaponry on their side.

"Where's Oslo?" Dark asked.

"Who's that?" Alianor sturred.

"It's a country-"

"On Tamerial?" Alice asked

"On Scandinavia," Dark continued.

"Is that on Nirn?" K'Joor said

"No, on Earth," Dark persisted

The group looked confused. They made glances at each other.

"This guy obviously lost it. You do remember that Doben cursed him," Phantom Fish said, licking his lizard lips.

"You guys just need a good drink of Ale and some chicks," Marthar drooled in a drunk daze.

"You do realize we're girls?" Alice reminded Marthar as she pointed at Alianor and herself.

"Exactly, MMMRRRR!" Marthar exclaimed.

Dark rubbed his head. He had to be dreaming! How could he get back home? To his family, computer, and Earth. Thoughts pounded within his brain, stirring and bouncing painfully. He didn't know how to go home.

"Listen, you want to stay alive, right? Stay with us, and maybe you'll live. Then, possibly, we might be able to get you home," Alianor rolled her eyes.

"I'll need armor, though," Dark added

"We'll take you to our base," K'Joor insisted, "there is supplies there.'

"Fort Dawnguard? Sure," said Dark, zipping up his hoodie and shivering a bit, "It's alot colder here than in Norway, and it gets pretty damn cold up there."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Mathar mumbled.

Dark and the gang all walked to Fort Dawnguard, as Dark had woken up near Riften anyways. K'Joor assisted him there, and Marthar gave him a nice cup of warm Ale. Alice rummaged through some chests hoping to look for some good armor suited for Dark. After many attempts Dark and Alice finally found some fur armor that fitted Dark perfectly, well sort of. It had to do.

Dark met up with the gang again for a meeting. They all sat down on chairs and discussed their plan. Alice's dark brown hair was loosely laying on her shoulders, her armor snugged her tight and fit her well. You could tell she could win at a fight, no problem. She lead the conversation.

"I say we help him! After all, we all know him. We've waited for his return," Alice introduced,

Marthar sat starring at Alice's chest, he couldn't help it. His mage robes loosely fit his body. His left eye was blinded, and his other eye narrowed. His strong hands gripped his ale, slightly warming the tankard with his fire spell, softly. His long, pale blonde, beard lay low.

"Help? He got us into this mess, then again, he could be my party buddy," he smirked at the idea of this so called "party" he had in mind. Girls, and lots of them.

K'Joor's fuzzy face looked not impressed. His whiskers twitched slightly, and his heavy armor put a lot of weight upon his shoulders, his fuzzy kitty cat tail swayed slowly on the ground, and his orange eyes twinkled.

"Listen, guys. He's cool, without him, we wouldn't be here, on the fight for Doben, would we?" K'Joor reminded

Phantom Fish blinked at this thought. His scaly face stood out from the rest. His long, lizard nose and mouth made him look intimidating with his three horns sticking from his jawline that curved sightly inward. His body was slick and thin with vivid green scales all over. On his left eye contained a small scar. Phantom's mage robes lay on his thin body, very loosely.

"We are in this together, yes?" he asked

Alianor turned away. her longer brownish hair lay low on her shoulders. She obviously wanted to go out and murder Doben, her face said it all. In her past years of the Dark Brotherhood, waiting wasn't her thing. Her skillful tactics at murdering anyone in sight, and her good choice of snug, free roaming armor, gave her a quick attack at anyone.

"Why don't we just deal with him now?" Alianor annoyingly said

"Don't you think his armies are too strong? Attack now, wherever he is now, and we're screwed," Dark interrupted "and likely, he won't give us information on how I got here, or how I get back."

"Why don't we all rest up, and I'll go down to the Riften Bee and Bard to think things through," Marthar suggested.

The gang all agreed that that was enough arguing for tonight, and they all went to sleep. Dark couldn't sleep though, he loved his friends here, but it didn't feel right, he wanted to go back home. Home is where his fans were. Home was where his family was. Home is where he belongs.

Finally getting to sleep, Dark had terrible nightmares of Doben. Doben was becoming slightly more real to him than before. What was a fantasy become a reality. Stirring in his sleep, he woke up the next morning in his room. His house, in Norway. He was home?

He rushed to his computer and realized he had been recording the new episode of K'Joor. The whole thing was recorded, and his webcam consisted of a blank room. He wasn't in the shot, he was actually IN the game, and somehow, he awoke in reality from his slumber. He had to figure this out, but how? Would anyone believe him?

DUN DUN DUNNNN! Yeah, so somethings may not be directly correct, and I may have left out some characters, but unfortunately, creative stories have a bias, and I included mine. So I hope you liked it, and I hope Dark himself liked it, too! Stay Dark guys, and please stay awesome.