The Youtuberz

An Urban-Fantasy novel by WhekThor

For Cry (ChaoticMonki), Red (The Dread Red), Russ (Sir Russ Money), Scott (DamnNoHtml), and Snake. Thanks for the great hours!

(And I'm so awesome, the names were in alphabetical order!)

Notes: Attention! This story is a work of fiction and belongs to the creator only. Any false or inaccurate personality indication is due to my own imagination and the lack of information about the person, whom I based the characters of. Please be appreciative.

Also, if I get any new and validated information about the persons whom I based the characters of, I will adjust the story. The dwelling place for all Youtubers had been altered, so they could met even if they never seen each other in real life.

Anyway, I have to inform you, that I'm not a native English speaker, so sorry if my composition's grammar isn't the best. I will try not to go all My Immortal.

If anybody wants to use this writing, feel free, but let me know!

Book I: Beginnings

Chapter 1: Cry for help

"A storm is coming…" Cry jumped up in his bed. He looked for the source of the words, but he couldn't find it. He slowly got up, and scratched the back of his head.

"What the fuck…" Cry tried to figure out, what happened, but the sole silence was the only answer. He looked at his phones display. "Five thirty in the morning. Well, at least I got up early." He put on his jeans, grey shirt, and sat down to his PC. He turned it on, and opened up his e-mail client. He got only one new mail. He looked at the title, and almost fell out of his chair. Only four words: A storm is coming. He looked around again, but when he glimpsed back at the display, the words already changed into the Your Personal YouTube Digest words.

He watched the Thunderbird client for at least five minutes, waiting the spam mails title to change back again. But it stood there relentlessly. Cry sighed, and he rubbed his forehead. "I have to stop playing creepy stuff. I'm going insane." He looked at his reflection on his phone's display. "I'm already talking to myself in a dark room. Perfect, kind Sir! Perfect!"

He opened up his music folder, and started his search for some good tunes. That's when his phone rang. He reached for it. The display said: Unknown Caller. He accepted the call.

"Good morning, Cry…" Cry heard a deep, raspy voice. "How are you today?"

"Sorry, who is this?"

"A storm is coming, Cry." Cry launched at his window, and looked around.

"Where are you? Who are you?"

"The storm is coming, and you can't do anything."

"How do you know my number?"

"Don't worry, Cry. Everything will be alright. Some of you will die. Some of you will be slaves until death. Slow, and painful death, and…" He didn't listen onwards. He hanged up on the strange caller, and started to dial 911, but something changed his mind. He deleted the two numbers he entered, and pressed 3 and speed-dialed.

"The fuck, Cry… It's pre-dawn here."

"We have to talk. Can I go visit you?"

"It's not even six in the morning, and it's early November. What the hell is so important?" Russ yawned, and the sound of footsteps mixed into his words. "Are you sick?"

"Something is strange. I woke up, hearing… Something. Or somebody. Then my mail client fucked with me, and now a disturbing retard called me."

"You are a grown man, Cryaotic. Live with it. Maybe some crazy fanboy found you. That comes with being an internet celebrity." A glass made noise, as Russ put it on the counter on the other end of the line.

"Russ. I'm not fucking kidding. Please, understand!"

"No, Cry, grow up please!" He broke the connection.

Cry sat at his computer, looking at the monitor. Then the phone rang again. The display said: "Russ". He slowly reached for it, and picked up the device.

"Come over. Now. Or I will have to go there."

"Thank you Red."

"I had to wrestle down Russ for this call, so ő

"I will be there in forty minutes." Cry hang up.

He put on his socks, jacket and boots, and grabbed his wallet. The car keys were on the top of the counter. Two minutes later he opened the garage door, then jumped into the old Mitsubishi Lancer, and started the engine.

The town was empty. Not a soul stepped out from the protection of the four walls. Cryaotic was the only human being on the streets. He stepped on the accelerator. While driving, his mind was full of questions. Who? When? Why? This could be really a game of a fanboy, or he was the target of a real psycho? Maybe something more? Or he just starts to go crazy? He didn't know.

After half an hour, he reached the one story house, where Russ and Red lived. As soon as he got out of his ride, the front door opened, and his best friend stepped out.

"Sup?" Aked Cry, while walking towards the house.

"It's half past seven in the morning. I'm freezing out here. Come in, I want to drink something hot. And full of chocolate."

"And where are your glasses?"

"It's on the kitchen counter. I didn't want it to go all dim and frosty." They went inside, and Russ closed the door. "So, what is this all about?"

"Strange things happened this morning."

"Yes, you already told me about your dream, the mail and the phone call. What else?"

Cry looked strange. He was nervous. Really nervous. He was playing with a small Sup Dude figure he got from Russ and Red on his twenty-fourth birthday. It was attached to his keys. His eyes were sleepy, his hair uncombed.

"I… I had a strange feeling." Said Cryaotic after some silence, while he was sitting down at the kitchen table.

"What kind of feeling?"

"Like… I've been watched. It was like an intuition. Somebody was definitely watching me."

"So you called the cops?"

"No."

"Why?

"The strange thing is… It wasn't a feeling like somebody is preying upon me through my window. It was more like…"

"Like what?"

"Like somebody was looking at me through some kind of… I don't know, man. I really don't know."

"Then what the hell are you doing here?"

"Good morning!" Red stood in the bedroom door, wearing jeans and a black tank-top.

"Good morning, Red!" Cry smiled a bit. "I had a strange morning, and I needed some company."

"We are here for you."

"A dream, a mysterious e-mail title and a creepy phone call." Summarized Red when Cry finished the story. "I have to have my coffee before I think about this crap."

"Crap? It was really freaky." Said Cry furiously.

"Understand me…" Started the girl. "It's a bit strange. Are you sure, you didn't dreamt all this stuff?"

"Hell no!" Outraged Cry. "It was the most real experience in all my life. It was like…" He couldn't finish the sentence.

Cry felt dizzy. He slowly stood up. His throat felt dry, his vision dimmed. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't. He saw Russ jumping towards him, Red reaching for a phone, he felt his friend grabbing him as he fall to the ground. Then he lose consciousness.

"Call nine-one-one now!" Shouted Russ to Red, then he looked back to Cry, and gasped. His friends eyes were glowing orange, without pupil or iris.