Aaron Ash was just getting ready to call his friend Mark Fischbach on Skype to record their newest collab video. They had agreed to play the newest Slender game that had recently come out, something which Aaron, better known as Yamimash on YouTube, was not looking forward to.

"Hey man, you ready?" Mark greeted when he answered the Skype call.

"Yeah, but we should try the game out a little first." Aaron replied. Mark nodded and leaned over, out of view of the webcam.

"Sure thing, just let me grab my headphones. They fell off my desk last time I was-" Mark paused for a second. There was a loud knocking sound.

"What was that?" Aaron asked. Mark came back into the picture, a confused look on his face.

"Someone's at my door. My mom was coming out today, but I wasn't expecting her til later. I'll be right back." Mark got up and disappeared. Aaron sat and waited patiently. That was, until he heard a gruff, loud voice.

"GET DOWN! ON THE GROUND!"

"Okay, okay! Please, just don't hurt me."

"SHUT UP!"

"Mark?! MAHK! What's going on?"

"Yami, don't worry I'm- ACK!"

Before Aaron knew what was going on, a man dressed in all black came into the room, a scared looking Mark in tow. Aaron's heart dropped into his stomach when he saw the man holding a gun to Mark's head.

"MAHK! Oh my god... What do I do?" Aaron gasped.

"Shut up. Make your friend talk." The man growled.

"Make him talk? What do you want him to say? What do you want?"

"Don't give into him, Yami! He's just gonna kill me as soon as-" The man pistol whipped Mark in the back of the head.

"Shut up!"

"What? Mark, what? What is this?! I can call your emergency phone in the states. 911, right?" Aaron freaked out.

"Yami, no! He's gonna kill me!" Mark uttered after recovering from the pain, only to recieve another hit.

"I said shut up!"

"I thought you wanted him to talk?!"

"Not useless information."

"What do you want?! I can help, just please don't hurt him!"

"Pfft! You can't help me or your friend here," The man grabbed Mark's hair with his free hand and slammed the other YouTuber's head into his keyboard. "Say goodbye, Markiplier."

"NO! MAHK!" Aaron yelled, but the webcam disconnected and the call ended. Aaron stood fast, panicking. He stumbled over a couple cords around his desk, trying to grab his phone. He dialed America's emergency help number and as soon as an operator answered he had to catch his breath.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"You gotta help. Not me. I'm in Britain, but I've got a friend in the states that is being held hostage in his home as we speak. I saw it over video chat, a man burst into his home. He has a gun."

"Okay, okay. Sir calm down. What is your friend's address?"

Aaron gave it to her and she assured him that everything would be fine.

"We can keep you on the line if you'd like, to keep you informed on the situation."

"Yes, please..." Aaron's voice quivered nervously.

"Don't worry, sir. We've sent out several patrol cars already and they're on their way as we speak. I have one of the officers on another line right here." The woman's voice was comforting.

"Are they there yet? Are they saying anything?"

"Relax, sir. Everything will be okay."

Aaron waited for what felt like hours before he heard a male voice come through the phone, somewhat garbled, signifying the sound transfer between two electronics. Aaron realized it was the voice of the cop the woman had on another line.

"Arrival! Victim is shot and suspect is on the run. A group in pursuit now, I repeat, a group in pursuit now!"

"What?! SHOT!? IS HE ALIVE!?" Aaron yelped. The woman's voice came, but not talking to him.

"Officer Young, is the victim alive?"

"Checking now. Call an ambulance." The man's voice responded.

"Please! You have to tell me if he's alive! He HAS to be okay!" Aaron cried out.

"Sir, I'm working on it, I promise. I have to get an ambulance to the scene."

Aaron listened as she did this, then heard the cop's voice again.

"Victim is male, mid twenties, identity yet to be determined. Gunshot wounds to the head and abdomen, but pulse still present."

"HE'S ALIVE?! His name is Mark. Mark Edward Fichbach. He's twenty-five years old! You have to help him!" Aaron begged.

"Sir, thank you for the identification, he will be just fine. He will be taken to the nearest hospital. I suggest getting in contact with closer friends or family." The woman said.

"Thank you!" Aaron hung up and didn't waste any time. He ran to his room to pack a bag. He was going Los Angeles.

A.N.: Hey, sorry it's kind of short. There's more to come if I know there are people out there who are interested! Please let me know in reviews if you like it! THANKS! :) ~12HockeyChick21