Before you even think about asking who I am, you should know something. Actually, you should know two somethings. 1) Yes, I can, and 2) get on my bad side and you will be dead within a time range of .0024 seconds to 24 months. But by then of course you might be dead. But then again, maybe I'd be dead. It really depends on who you are. No, I won't be the one to tell you my name, but maybe the narrator of this story will. She is annoying that way. Let's get on with the story though. I don't like being in situations like this with people I just met. Which, of course, means you.

Chapter 1:

Nobody noticed when the strange girl no one had seen before ran like hell across the busy streets of Gothenburg, Sweden, sometimes ducking under cars or randomly changing directions. She was a tall, pretty girl, of about seventeen years of age. She had long blonde hair in a loose braid pulled over to her front and coming down to her waist. She was wearing old jeans that were torn in several places and rolled up to a little under the middle of her shins, and a loose gold shirt that was comfortable and not too showy. She had light skin and was barefoot, her feet being a little weatherworn. She had also worn a light grey hooded cloak, which covered her face. And still, no one noticed. She looked around, seeming a bit on edge. Seeing something, she grabbed a drainpipe off the side of a building and began climbing. She climbed so quickly if you had blinked you would have missed it all. There was, however, two people who saw the girl. One was Swedish, and the other was Italian. Their names were Felix and Marzia, and they had been dating for about four months. They had no idea that they would ever see the girl again. But they did.

3 YEARS LATER

LOCATION: BRIGHTON, UK

RESIDENTS: FELIX KJELLLBERG AND MARZIA BISOGNIN

AGES: 24, 21

OCCPATIONS: YOUTUBE STARS

"Here is all the information you will need to know for your mission, agent." Said the man behind the earpiece. Steph had never known his name, or if he even was a he.

"What exactly is my job?" She quietly spoke into the tiny microphone attached to the earpiece.

"To protect them. It may not look like it now, but they are being surrounded by barrels."

"Barrels?"

"Yes. You are a bro, the people on the 'other side', as one might say, are the barrels."

"What do they look like?"

"Very simple. They have brown hair, eyes and clothing. If you meet one or many, take them out."

"Do they know I'm here?"

"No. And don't let the find out. Bro out."

Backstory Time!

"Oh, great, I love backstories."

"Shut up, Steph."

Anyway, Steph, the girl you kind of met, was an agent in the Bro Army. I suppose you were thinking you were part of the Bro Army when you subscribed to PewDiePie. You were, but this is slightly different. There are two sides of a war, like in many of books these days. The Bros, and the Barrels. Steph is an agent in the Bro Army, and so is her best friend Piggeh. Of course they are a little different here than you might have thought. They are called by their male Amnesia names, but they do have undercover names just in case. Piggeh's undercover name is Perry, but Stephano/ Stephanie doesn't really need one; everyone calls her Steph. Steph and Perry are about 14(Steph) and 17(Perry). But that's how they are now. Nobody knows about the next chapter but me.

Perry: "I don't like the sound of that."

Steph: "Ditto."

Me: "Come on guys, where's your sense of adventure?"

Steph: "I think I left it in Sweden."

Perry: "Ditto."