"Ok, we can't all be dreaming each other, right?" Mark began to ask as I stood up, standing away from them as they spoke.

"Not unless one of us is dreaming this up," Gavin continued, clearly trying to wrap his brain around it as well. I sighed a bit, not wanting to interject or interrupt them.

"But, in a dream, aren't you only supposed to see faces you've already seen before?" Danny asked, finally looking over to me. "I don't remember her at all."

At which point, they each proceeded to turn to me, going quiet for a while, until Mark spoke out again, walking for me.

"I dunno, maybe we saw her at a convention one time. RTX, maybe," he said while gesturing to Gavin and Michael.

"Yeah, you don't have to know the person to dream of their face," Michael continued. "Just seeing them once is good enough."

"Or, maybe we're all inside of her dream, and aren't even ourselves right now-"

"Ok, enough dream talk!" I shouted, interrupting Arin's thought, but finally getting fed up with too many questions and zero answers. "If we're all in a dream, fine, but something is going on in this dream that I want to know what! There's a war going on, and we need to fight in it, otherwise, this is the most boring dream I've ever had!"

"Well, jeez, sorry, but we're just as confused as you are," Arin muttered, clearly irritated at being interrupted.

"What do you mean, 'a war'?" Danny asked.

"...Ok, apparently, one YouTuber just kind of went mental. He's trying to take over all of cyberspace, and for some reason, these guys called The Walls are trying to recruit a bunch of armies made up of YouTubers. And, there have been a lot of failures, so, now it's my turn I guess."

"So, are we...your army?" Gavin asked, looking around to the others. "Wouldn't you need more?"

"Well, I could use more, but the weird voice only allowed me to have five. One of which, I couldn't even pick for some reason."

"So, one of us is your sloppy seconds, huh?" Michael smirked, crossing his arms and looking to Gavin. "I think you're her replacement choice, Gavin, what a shame."

"No, it's not like that," I said, feeling foolish for showing favoritism. "I like all you guys, if anything, I couldn't have found a better group. But..."

"But, something's missing, right?" Mark asked, stepping up to me.

"There's still a lot they're not telling me, whoever it was that brought me here..."

"Oh, do you miss me already?"

The voice spoke out in the center of all of us. We stood back from it as it appeared as a human shape, clad with brilliant armor, wielding a sword and shield. However, as it remained a dark silhouette, none of us could see its face.

"Nice to see you all together again."

"Again? What do you mean again?" Mark asked, stepping up to the figure.

"Oh, this selection has fought and lost three times already, though I doubt any of you remember it. And one of you always falls so tragically, I wonder if it'll happen again."

We each went a collective shade of white as it spoke, Danny being the first one to say anything.

"Sorry, but, who exactly are you?"

"I am the Wall Riser. The one who helped your Captain to summon you all."

"Capt- Oh, no, wait," I stepped in. "I'm in no way fit to be a Captain, especially when none of us know how to fight!"

"Well, one cannot fight without proper weaponry, hence why I'm here for you now." As it spoke, a screen hovered just above its head. "Your weapons...are very special to each of you. They represent you. They will be there for you no matter what. Much like something else you all have." Soon after it finished speaking, a number appeared on screen as it turned to Mark, his eyes widening.

"...Fans." he said softly.

"Your weapons are only as strong as your fanbase is. That's how it works in this world~"

The figure vanished once again, as Mark was soon clad in sturdy chainmail armor with a narrow sword and medium sized shield. The screen continued to turn, showing the YouTubers their subscriber count, as they soon gained armor and weapons for their own. Michael received a diamond short sword and a thick hide of leather and bear fur armor, Gavin, two gauntlets that specialized in slow motion with a cyber green suit and thick Creeper scarf around his neck, Danny, a mace and a voice amplification choker with a blue metal chest plate, and Arin, a laser gun and tactical armor.

The screen finally made its way to me, and to be honest, I wasn't expecting anything. But when it showed my sub count, I was soon holding a small dagger and wooden shield, with some thin metal armor on top of my clothes. Honestly, a lot better than nothing, but something about the dagger was peculiar, which was the same about all their weapons. They seemed to emit a soft, fire-like aura, that only got bigger with the bigger channels, Mark's being the biggest.

"This...is the power of what our fans can do..." he said, a soft smile across his face, a tear slowly streaming his cheek. "I knew they were strong, I just had no idea they could do this..."

"We're gonna need them to be to get through this..." I responded, looking to my weapons in comparison. I felt uneasy, thinking that, if I had to fight, I wouldn't last nearly as long as any of these guys. Why was I chosen to be the Captain, just because I brought them all here? If any case, I'm just a recruiter. Mark definitely seemed more Captain material. I turned to speak to him, until something caught the corner of my vision.

I looked over to see Michael, very slowly, swinging his sword down towards Gavin's head, as he remained crouched, laughing, a hand above his head. The gauntlet on his hand was emitting a green, slow motion energy that kept Michael at bay, long enough for Gavin to casually step to the side and fall forward in full speed, his sword clanging against the ground. Meanwhile, Danny was standing away from Arin as he aimed his laser gun at him, firing two shots. I was about to shout at him to stop, until Danny had the same idea, but instead of shouting 'stop', he bellowed out a delightful G chord, the choker reverberating it into a shield in front of him in the form of a bright red, six pointed star. I sighed in relief as it absorbed the laser shots and looked back to Mark, who was watching the crew as well, laughing at the sight.

"Heh, ok, guys, we all need to get used to these weapons now, so, let's see if we can start training with them. We're gonna need as much experience as we can if we even hope on succeeding as a team." I said over them as well as I could, as they stopped and started back for me.

"A 'team'? Don't you mean an 'army'?" Gavin asked as I shook my head.

"I feel like team has a more...family-like feel to it, where as 'army' feels like a job. And, isn't that what we strive for, to have more than just a fanbase on this site, but a family?"

"I couldn't agree more," Danny said, looking around to the others. "The number doesn't matter, it's the people behind it. And even if we're only six, together, we can do anything."

"When did you become the philosophical one, Dan?" Arin laughed, stepping up behind him. "But yeah, I'm with you on this, whoever's causing this war is gonna be in a whole lot of hurt after we get through with 'im."

"Just don't do anything stupid, Gavin," Michael said, looking pointedly to him.

"Oi, I won't! I got these awesome slow-mo hands now! I've wanted them since X-Ray and Vav!"

"So, we all in?" Mark asked, looking around to the group, then back to me. "Your orders, Captain."

I was about to tell him to take over, I really was, but at this point, it seemed like he had confidence in me. They all did. And hell, this was all a dream, right? Why not have some time leading some of my favorite YouTubers?

"Ok. Let's start training!"