Chapter 1

Felix had started playing a new game. It was called, 'Shadow Fear.' He started like any other: With the camera on. He grinned.

"H-h-how's it goin', bros? My name is Pewwwwwdiepie!"

He nonchalantly introduced the game and pulled up the screen. He read the text on the intro screen aloud, throwing increasingly incredulous looks to the camera every sentence.

"This game is called Shadow Fear. In this 'game' you will learn your physical and mental capabilities. Press the button below to travel to the realm of Shadow. Good luck, you'll need it to survive."

Surprisingly, he was actually scared of that dark red button. He looked over at the camera again.

"I suppose as long as you bros are with me, I'm ready."

Barely had he clicked the button tentatively before he was engulfed in shadow, vision turned black.

When Felix awoke, he was in a dark room. A number of games he had played told him this was not good. He stumbled around until he knocked his hand on a lightswitch. he flipped it up and immediately wished he hadn't. The room was small, about 10-12 feet wide by 14-16 feet long. The ceiling was about a yard above his head. The walls, floor, and ceiling were spattered, splashed, and virtually dripping with blood. It was pooling on the floor, too. His shoes were already covered, and it was rising up to his calves. he started running around, trying to find an exit. The walls were no longer just oozing, they were literally gushing with the thick red stuff. when it was up to his waist he spotted a door handle shining a few feet away. he gave up wading and swam to it, wrenching it open. when the blood had drained and the walls stopped, he sat there shuddering and coughing. all he thought was that he could not give up, but he was traumatized and weary. he fell asleep curled in a ball against the wall, covered in blood.

He arose to a chair, with metal bands locking down his wrists, chest, neck, and legs in two places. He had no choice but to stare at the far wall. suddenly he felt something cool and sharp touch his neck. he stiffened as it pressed down into his skin. it felt like some sort of claw or talon, curved to a sharp point. He actually felt it when it pierced the skin, the hot blood trickling down his shirt. after a moment everything went dark. he was surrounded by the same mist blackness that brought him here. Someone - Marzia - was shaking him, calling his name and trying to get him out of the game. but it was no use, he could tell. he had to finish this to leave. He had to. he may be inches away from escaping this living hell, but that would be of no use to him. You can't escape through a few inches of solid steel.

Suddenly he was flat on his back again, in the blood room. His hair was matted in all different places, dripping cold blood down his clothes. He spotted another door, and hesitantly opened it. He peered into a long corridor. he walked down it to the door at the end, labeled "LEVEL 1." He opened it and it closed behind him. He heard the metallic click as it locked.