Alright. Here you go. First chapter. Not eventful whatsoever, but take it for now. Alright? Alright. Good.

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PewDiePie stumbled through the woods, carrying a small flashlight and a video camcorder. He was mumbling to himself quietly, something about notes, and suits. "Find the 8 notes they said. Avoid the suit they said. Well, I'm trying too, but this place Bros… it's not giving me a good feeling."

He seemed to be speaking to himself, as if to give himself the sense of being with another person. Or possibly a group of people. For some reason, the Swede had woken up in this dark forest, dank with trees, thinking only these two things. He had the urge to collect eight pages, and knew that something dangerous lurked within the trees, waiting for the opportunity to strike.

PewDie's breath was scratchy and labored as he trekked through the woods. "God damn, why me?" The camera bleeped with low battery, and Pewds shook it. "Shut up."

It whirred, and then quieted. Sighing, the blonde continued on his way. He spotted an unnaturally tall tree, and walked a tad faster. Circling it, he found a piece of paper stuck to its bark. "No eyes, always watching." He read before putting it in his pocket. "Well, that's nice. At least he can still see."

PewDie continued walking along, rambling about how being blind would be horrible. "You wouldn't be able to do anything. Especially not play video games. And that would be horrible!" He shuddered at the thought.

A twig cracked under his foot, and PewDiePie yelped. "Oh. Heheh. It was just a branch. It's alright. It's cool. Nothing's going on. Everything's cool. Everything's fine. Fine, fine, fine." He chuckled nervously as he picked his way away from the broken twig. Everything seemed deathly still. There were no insect noises, no sound of the wind in the tall pine trees.

It was death in forest form.

The Swede's blue eyes flitted back and forth nervously as he continued down the overgrown path. The camera whirred again, and this time, Pewds was comforted by the noise. "Sorry about snapping at you earlier bro. I was just annoyed."

Another whine sounded, and then the small screen on the camera flickered, and then went black. "Aw shit! No. No, no, no." PewDie shook the small device, before grunting in frustration and throwing the camera deep into the trees. "And fuck you too!" He called after it. Muttering, he started to walk away. Until he heard a branch snap from the direction he had thrown the camera.

"Oh no. No. No no no no no no no!" The Swede started running, but had to stop immediately because he ran out of breath. "Helvete!(Hell!)" He cried as he slowed.

He could sense a presence behind him, but he refused to turn and look. "Don't look back Pewds. Remember what the Bros said. Don't look back."

"Uh, Pewds?"

"No! Fan skit fitta jävla helvete!(Fuck shit pussy fucking dick fuck!) "

"PewDie?"

"Stay away from me, you fucking…"

"Pewds! Chill the fuck out! It's me!"

PewDie stopped dead. Without turning, he whispered, "Cry?"

"My God Pewds, I thought you were gonna fucking amputate me with that god damn camera. Where did you get that clunky piece of shit?"

"I brought it. It's my only portable camera okay? God."

"Why aren't you turning around?"

The Swedish YouTuber looked down. "The Bros told me not too."

Cry laughed. "Well, it's me. You can turn around." PewDie didn't and Cry sighed heavily.

"Good sir, we don't have all night. C'mon." PewDiePie took a deep breath, and then slowly turned to face the person standing behind him. It was in fact Cryaotic, mask and all.

"Hey! Bro!" Pewds cried with relief before hugging the smaller male. "I thought I was alone in this god forsaken place!"

Cry laughs. "Yeah, well. I guess we have the same brain frequencies sometimes huh?"

PewDie grins. "Yeah, I suppose so." He looks over his shoulder briefly. "Whoever suggested this god damn challenge is a bitch."

Cry nods. "And who da hell would do this shit?" He begins speaking in a mocking tone. "'Oh, I think I'm gonna fuck with people and place random notes around an abandoned forest, and laugh when YouTubers come and piss themselves.'" PewDiePie's grin gets larger.

"God damn Cry, you don't know how happy I am you're here. It's against the rules, but fuck them." He glances over his shoulder. "Have you found any pages yet?" He asks.

Cry shrugs. "Just one. It was a picture of a bunch of trees or something. I didn't really look. What about you?"

"Same. Just the one." Pewds sighs. "I guess we better keep going then." He turns to head off, Cry scampering after him.

"Y'know, besides Amnesia and Ghoul's Forest 3, this is the game that got too me hard." The masked man admits. "And now someone went and made it a real life situation? God damn. Some people are fucked up!" He exclaims, throwing his hands in the air. Pewds nods in agreement.

"Yeah. Some people get way too into something and do things like this." The two went on quietly after this, keeping their eyes peeled for any signs of a page. Finally, Cry spotted a small hut through the trees.

"Look Pewds!" He said, gripping the Swede's arm. PewDie glanced in the direction Cry was pointing.

"Ah! A sign! Let's go see if there's a note on it." The pair do just that, plowing through the trees towards the shack. Indeed there was a page taped to the door. Pewds read aloud, "'Leave me alone.' Poor Slendy. He just doesn't want to deal with people's crap."

Cry takes the note off the door and shoves it into his pocket. "Welp, as soon as we finish this, he won't have too. C'mon. Let's keep going."

Kay. Welp, yes. Very nice. R&R, and uh, leave me some helpful tips in the review section, or message me. Please. I'm stuck!

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