Title: Tänka [according to google translate, this is a common translation of 'imagine' in its verb form]
Author: OpenMindedCranberry
Author's Note: Hello everyone! I'll try to keep these short since I don't want to torture those who actually read these rather than skipping right past it… But anyways, I make no promises with updates as I'm a very spontaneous, unpredictable person at heart and am dealing with issues and – well – life! However, I do not plan to abandon this story as of now. This is my first time writing any type of fanfiction about my favorite youtubers and I am still unsure whether or not it's something I really want to do… But anyways, enjoy~! And do not hesitate to leave questions, comments, or suggestions!
Flames also keep my toes toasty~! So please, do not hold back! ^-^ I like reasonable criticism.
Chapter One: Prologue: A Boy Named Felix
A long time ago, you were once a little Swedish boy named Felix who had been kicking the back of your father's car seat in excitement as he drove you and your mother to a local diner where the three of you were going to celebrate your fourth birthday with cake and ice cream. You don't really remember much of that day, but you do remember your mom scolding you for getting too wild and distracting your father from the road and threatening to make you wait in the car if you didn't settle down. You also remember crying either about that or the fact that you were scared because there was a truck right there it was headed towards the front of your car and why wasn't daddy getting out of the way?! You're not sure what happened after that. You think maybe you had closed your eyes or something because everything went dark as the loudest, ugliest noise you'd ever heard in all your life roared in your ears. You remember feeling like you were taking a bath; when you opened your eyes everything was red, including mommy and daddy. You also remember – for some reason – not moving and trying to sit as still as possible. Maybe you didn't want mommy to yell at you again. Maybe you couldn't move. Maybe some human instinct made your body lock up on itself. Or maybe you were just too scared to move. But you sat there, listening to sirens screaming in the distance, and you sat there as quietly and as motionless as you could, listening to your own heartbeat and a plip, plip, plip, as some of the red stuff dripped from the car ceiling onto the leather seats. You had felt yourself growing tired, but you refused to close your eyes until you saw a man and a woman reach into the car and start feeling your mom and dad's pulses. Only then did you let your eyes close and your head drop, embracing the darkness and escaping all the red. The world disappeared around you.
But that was a long time ago. That was before you became the great Pewdiepie, before you met your friends Piggeh, Mr. Chair, Jennifer, and Stephano, and before you all became a protector of this place you now called home! You remember – it couldn't have been long after the accident – waking up in this place, where everything you could have ever wanted and more started to come true. For example, you had always wanted to have the best of friends, and now you do! Also, you remember wanting to be a hero, and now you are (considering it's nearly daily that you and your friends are fighting the Barrels, Bros, and Teleporting Naked Men)!
" 'Ello, Pewdie!" That was Stephano. You turned, looking down the hill at the older golden boy who made his way up the hill towards you.
You grinned, waving excitedly, "Hey, Stephano!"
"What do you think you're doing all the way up here by your lonesome?!" Stephano exclaimed, appearing angry but you knew he was just worried. It seems as if ever since you'd gotten here Stephano was always trying to protect you and keep you from doing anything he decided was "stupid."
"Just thinking," you replied with a shrug. "I already checked the place out earlier today with Mr. Chair, and there weren't any Bros, Barrels, or TNM around!"
Stephano nodded, "Good call. But what were you thinking about that you had to be all the way up here alone to do so?"
Your smile dimmed a bit. "Oh, you know, just seeing if I could remember anything else from Before."
Stephano nodded in understanding. "Ah, very well then… Shall I leave you, or would it not be a problem if I sat with you?"
You laughed, patting the grass beside you. "Sit down, bro!"
Stephano sat; looking slightly disgruntled at your signature name you call all your friends. You know he doesn't like how you call your friends a name shared with the enemy, but you figure he'll soon get over it. Just like he's gotten over all your other quirks – or gotten used to them, at least. You remember when you first opened your eyes After, finding yourself in this strange new world where you wandered around for what seemed like days before being chased by the Bros into the awaiting arms of Stephano, your best friend. He'd been younger back then. You both had. Whereas you'd only just turned four, Stephano must have been ten at least. Nevertheless, he picked you up and raced off with you in his arms as the two of you fled the Bros and made it to his camp, where you met Piggeh, Mr. Chair, and Jennifer. Jennifer was closer to Stephano's age, but still a bit younger. Piggeh and Mr. Chair were both around the six-to-seven age. You've been with them ever since, fighting Bros, Barrels, and TNM together.
You hear Stephano cough and you're jolted out of your thoughts with a cough, making you open your eyes and look around at the darkening skies, taking in the chilly air. You stand, smiling down at your friend who you probably owe your life to. "C'mon, bro, let's go find the others and get some shuteye, yeah?"