Chosen
At one o'clock AM, the apartment is completely dark, like a void. You wouldn't even be able to see a vague outline of the few pieces of furniture, if you were brave enough to stand there alone. All light and goodness seems to be consumed by eternal darkness and coldness coming from some evil force deep within its walls.
Then again, it's always like that here.
All is dark, except for a single blue light in the tiny bedroom in the way back of the apartment. The small square of light that seems to light the path for you back to your humanity. Dark thoughts and hopelessness seem to melt away as you are guided back to your smile and laughter with the help of seven hilarious guys, being totally lovable idiots on camera, just for their fans.
It is safe that say that your smile has never seen the light of day, because truly, it hasn't. Still living with your alcoholic mother at the age of eighteen is definitely not something to smile about. Nor is not being able to pay for college and having to work as a clerk in the local bookstore to make ends meet for the two of you. It has, however, welcomed the bluish illumination of the cheap laptop screen for countless nights. Watching the members of Team Crafted dominate game after game and crack joke after joke is what you reserve your smile for.
The seven YouTubers are probably, sadly enough, the main source of happiness in your life. Though you wish that you wouldn't pick favorites, you can never help but feel your heart throb against your ribcage when you look into TheBajanCanadian's soft brown eyes through the laptop screen. It's embarrassing, and you'd never admit it aloud, but you're almost positive that you're in love with Mitch.
You discovered Minecraft and Team Crafted when you had been babysitting a ten-year-old boy for some extra cash. He had spent most of the time watching videos on the family's computer (even though he wasn't supposed to, but you had let it slide). When you had finally asked him what it was that he was so interested in, he had eagerly replied, "Minecraft!" And so, each time from then on you babysat the boy, the two of you would play Minecraft and watch Team Crafted videos to no end. Even when the boy became too old for a babysitter, you started working extra hours to earn money to buy your own laptop and purchase Minecraft on it.
So that was your happy life. You hid your laptop during the day; else your drunken mother would find it and probably destroy it somehow. While she wasted away and your laptop remained safely hidden, you worked eight-hour shifts at the bookstore. It was the quickest job you could find, and they seemed to like you there, so you stayed. At night, though, while you couldn't sleep over your mother's variously noisy activities, you stayed under the covers and played and watched to your heart's content.
You suppose it could be worse.
Author's Note: Yay! I post! :D So, I'm still getting used to the format of this website, but it'll all come together with time. Anyway, I can't believe this is happening, but I am actually posting this Team Crafted, multi-chapter 'fic. Again, slightly embarrassing. As I said, it will me multi-chapter, though I'm not sure how many yet. I'm hoping that this will be a long-running thing. ALSO: This is important! I may actually change this story to having an original character as opposed to being a reader-insert, because OCs are better for characterization. Anyway, tell me what you think in reviews! See ya soon! ^^
