'Sup, Detective Mackers (also known as Mac) here! Here I am with one of those strange generic stories about YouTubers. Actually, this FanFiction is directed in the more... adventurous tales and fantasy lovers out there. Basically, this is a FanFiction of a story called VICTUBIA. It's a place where YouTubers hang out (Victorian styled) and have adventures together. All characters were taken from this idea, Victubia. If you haven't known about Victubia prior to reading to this, I'll give the newcomers a bit of a preview so you don't get confused. If you know about this Victubian stuff fairly well, go on a skip on right ahead to the nitty gritty of this story: the actual beginning of the story.

Disclaimer: This idea and concept was made up by Gabbi Nilsaon. She has a deviantArt page as well as a Tumblr and YouTube Channel for Victubia, so feel free to check it out (no links allowed unfortunately). I own nothing except the initial plot. Everything else is made up by Gabbi.


[Like I said, if you know about Victubia, feel free to skip ahead and read the story. This is just for those who don't know what Victubia is]

Overview:
Victubia started out as a wallpaper series by Gabbi/Gabrielle Nilsson.
It's based on the idea of putting some of my favorite youtubers in a victorian/steampunk inspired world, where "Victubia" is the capital.
Victubia is a fan-project and is no way associated with the real youtubers. It's all in good fun :)
Victubia is an alternate universe where a lot of youtubers live and share adventures together.

[TAKEN FROM OFFICIAL VICTUBIA TUMBLR]

Characters:
PewDiePie - Lord PewDiePie: Wealthy Land owner who has a radio show called "Fridays w/PewDiePie". Lives in a mansion with his wife Marzia (CutiePie)
CutiePieMarzia - Lady Marzia: Pewdiepie's wife, owns a fashion store (which has grown quite popular)
CinnamonToastKen - Lord Ken: A wealthy newspaperman, he records news and stuff, friends with Pewds and Cry beforehand
Cryaotic - Lord Cry(aotic): A somewhat wealthy bartender who owns the Late Night Bar and runs it with the Late Night Crew (Russ, Red, Scott, Raven [in this story yes], Snake)
RPGMinx - Queen Minx: Queen of Victubia, friends with all listed above
KrismPro - Lady Krism: Minx's second-in-command gal, kind of lady in waiting

No Copyright Intended.


CHAPTER I: THE EMPTY BAR
The night was unusually quiet tonight. Everything seemed to have slowed down that day. Everyone seemed so tired. Even the bartender of the infamous Late Night Bar, Lord Cryaotic, seemed to have fallen asleep, although you couldn't tell with the white mask on his face. He had promised that he would watch the Late Night Bar just for today. The rest of the Late Night Crew was at home with their families, as he realized that no one was really going to come to the bar today.

However, the door opened slightly and a woman with a bright pink dress entered the bar. She looked around and only saw the sleeping bartender. She quietly walked over to the bar and gently shook the bartender, trying arouse him from his light slumber

"Cry…Cry!" she said gently. The bartender sat up and stretched. He then turned his attention to the woman.

"Ugh...uhm…oh it's you, Marzia." He said scratching his ruffled hair. "Sup."

Cryaotic knew that if Marzia came alone, it usually meant that Pewds and Ken were out on an excursion. Out of loneliness, Marzia would often come to the Late Night Bar to talk with Cry or have a drink while waiting for her husband to return home.

"He's off again, as usual." She stated bluntly to the masked bartender. "He never bothers to tell me in person."

"He's a busy guy, Marzia." Replied Cry gently. "If I know Pewds, he'll be back by tomorrow morning."

"I wish he could just tell me instead leaving behind notes in our house."

"Don't worry about it. I'll talk to him about it in person if that makes you feel any better."

Cry reached under the bar and grabbed a bottle of apple juice. Marzia did not like to drink that much, so upon Pewdiepie's request; Cry had gotten a variety of juices and non-alcoholic drinks especially for her, just because it was his best friend's wife. Marzia's eyes lit up when she saw the bottle. Muttering a few inaudible words, the glass behind him glowed a warm blue floated carefully through the air and set itself in front of Cry. He then poured the class and handed it to Marzia.

"Thank you." She said as she picked up her glass.

"Anytime."

Cryaotic decided to busy himself rearranging some of the drinks he had ordered earlier that morning, while Marzia was quietly drinking her juice. He found the box of assorted drinks behind the counter on the far and he picked it up and returned to where Marzia was sitting so he could accompany her. What happened next was beyond Cry's knowledge. The box of assorted drinks had shattered as Cry dropped the box. The sound of breaking glass echoed throughout the bar.

"Don't move."

At that moment, when Cry had looked up, a black figure was holding Marzia and covering her mouth. Her eyes were struck in terror. Cryaotic was tense and he clenched his teeth. Clenching his fist, he quietly whispered strange words and then the stool behind the black figure flew up and collided with the figure's back. Upon impact, the figure staggered backwards and Marzia took this opportunity to fiercely bite the figure's hand. He staggered back dropping Marzia who then scampered anxiously towards Cryaotic's current location for protection.

Cry pointed to a spot behind the figure, said a few loud words, and suddenly he was there. He slugged the man from behind, and the man attempted to hit him. He held his hands up and shouted words that Marzia couldn't make out. The man struck, but his hand was unable to even get close to Cry, in which Marzia could almost see his smirk under his mysterious white mask. Marzia had never seen Cryaotic fight before, but since he was so dexterous with his magic and movement, she guessed it wasn't his first time. Honestly, she felt a little afraid of his hidden powers, although not surprised. A man who was always obscured by a white mask of a mythical creature, Sup Guy, obviously had a lot of secrets to keep. Dark cold secrets. The man backed off and looked at Cry with a venomous glare, then laughed.

"I forgot that you were a Vox Magician, Lord Cryaotic." He chuckled. The sound of his voice crept up the spines of those hearing them. "But I always come prepared."

Then the lights went out.


"Marzia! I've returned!" A bright, blonde man entered his dimly lit house. No one answered his call, so he decided that he would look in his bedroom to see if she was asleep. "Marzia?" he called again. He opened the door and found the bedroom empty. He saw a pink note pinned to the rim of his pillow. Looking at the note, he felt himself calm down.

"Dear Pewds," he read out loud. "I've gone to visit Cry. See you soon! Love, Marzia."

Feeling much rather calmer, he decided to go visit Cry as well, since Marzia still seemed to be there after all this time. It was very early in the morning, around 3AM when he finally arrived home. He wondered if he should go ask Ken to go with him. Ken lived very nearby and after a hard day's work; Pewds bet that his friend would enjoy a couple of drinks. He exited the house again and locked the door. He walked down the street, oblivious to know what had happened to his wife and friend. After a moment's worth of walking, he arrived at a fashionable house that belonged to the reporter known as Ken, otherwise known as the reporter for the Cinnamon Toast Paranormal Newspaper, one of the most famous newspapers around. You would have to be living underground not to have heard of the name at least once.

"Ken?" he shouted as he knocked the door. After about a minute, Ken appeared at the door, still in his reporter outfit.

"What's up Pewds?" he asked somewhat wearily.

"Marzia went to Cry's and I need to go pick her up. Do you want to come along and grab a few drinks?"

"Sure, just let me grab my stuff." Ken disappeared into the darkness of his house; it wasn't always the best lit of all the houses, but definitely more fashionable and more eye appealing. After a couple minutes, Ken reappeared with a bag filled with reporting supplies.

"Do you always bring your reporting equipment with you?" asked Pewds as they started walking together in the direction of the Late Night Bar.

"You never know when there's a story to be reported on. I should say the same with you and your business as a paranormalist."

"Marzia's store brings the most attention apparently." said Pewds with mixed feelings. "Everyone seems to like her style. More that people who listen to my radio show, Fridays with Pewdiepie."

"There's a lot of people who listen, Pewds." reassured Ken with a light pat on his back. "I see Cry put it on the radio in his bar and people would crowd around to hear your adventures. I bet he's doing that right now." Ken grinned gleefully.

Pewds and Ken now stood at the entrance to the Late Night Bar. Despite the fact that they were straining to hear voices from the inside, they could not. The lights were off in the bar, making both men extremely nervous.

"Cry? Marzia?" Pewds attentively called out as he creaked open the door ever so slightly.

"Is anyone there at all?" asked Ken nervously. "Maybe Cry decided to take Marzia home and we walked past each other without knowing it."

"I seriously doubt that."

Pewdiepie entered the dark room. It was so dark and Pewds couldn't really see anything. Ken followed in, holding up a small pen light, although it barely provided any light at all. Pewds felt the wall near the door, he saw Cry reach for the light switch there often, and maybe he could find it too. His fingers found a button and he quickly pushed it. The light reluctantly and slowly flickered on. The gasp from Ken made him shudder in fear as he turned around.

Tables were overturned, broken bottles were scattered all over the place, with the drinks inside flooding the wooden floorboards. The most disturbing part of all was the blood. It wasn't sprinkled everywhere like the drinks, but there was small stain of blood near the one of the tables. It then looked like whatever that was bleeding, was dragged along the floor and out the back door.

"What happened?" said Ken, who had gaping in shock.

"Marzia? Marzia!" Pewdiepie started to call out. He started to panic. "Marzia! Where are you?!"

He ran towards the center of the scene, despite Ken's pleas for him to slow down and try to access the information slowly. He approached the blood stain carefully, after realizing it wasn't completely dry. He squinted and saw a small object lodged between the floorboards. Pewds sucked in his gut and squatted down to see what it was. It was a white object, stained with the color red.

"What did you find?" a voice behind him asked. Pewds nearly toppled over into the blood stain as he had forgotten Ken was with him.

"I don't know." Despite his worriedness for his wife, he was incredibly intrigued by this small clue that they had found together.

"You know…" said Ken taking the object from the ground and holding in his hand. "This is the same stuff Cry uses to build his masks. He has dozens of them in his room…you don't think…"

"This is Cry's blood?" Pewdiepie's skin suddenly started to crawl away from his bones in this realization that this was his friend's blood. He was silently glad it wasn't Marzia that was hurt, but the amount of blood that was dragged across the ground was downright staggering. How much blood did his friend lose?

"I hope not…" said Ken with a look of distress imprinted on his face.

"The blood trail!" shouted Pewdiepie and they both rushed towards the back door. They opened it without hesitation. The blood suddenly stopped at one point behind the Late Night bar and completely disappeared from the ground.

"It stopped…"


Don't you just love Cliffhangers? Anyways, that's all for this chapter. Rate and Review! Every Review counts! Even if it's just a lil' compliement. Critisim are also accepted :) See ya, next time folks.

Detective out.

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