Chapter Ten:

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(Stephano's POV)

We were called outside by the Queen shouting,

"Stephano! Come get her!" I leapt to my feet and rocketed out, a snarl working its way onto my face. Stephanie was held by a Barrel, and looked ready to collapse. Blood seeped from multiple wounds, and she was swaying where she stood. I clenched my teeth.

"What do you want?" Pewdie asked, white as a sheet. The Barrel tugged Stephanie forward.

"I want your surrender in exchange for Miss Sweetiepie here." The Queen said. I growled and stepped forward slightly. Pewdie flung out an arm.

"Stop. Name your terms." The Army sent up a howl of protest, but were silenced by Toby shouting,

"Shut up all of you!" they hushed. We turned back to the Barrel Queen.

"I want all Youtubers to return to the real world and quit their channels. No exceptions. Become normal people. I want all Brennenburg residents to return to the castle, and the Bro Army abandoned." My jaw dropped. Pewdie was chewing his lip, obviously considering it.

"No, Dad, don't!" Stephanie shouted, her voice cracking. The Barrel hit her around the back of the head and she collapsed to the ground. I leapt forward, only to be thrown back into the heaving crowd of the Bros by the Barrel Guards. The Queen smirked at me as I fought to make my way to Stephanie. Everyone calmed down really quickly for some reason, and I saw because it was Ange holding a gun. She pointed it straight at the Barrel Queen.

"We accept your terms. Let her go." Silence reigned. Stephanie was pulled to her feet and thrown forward into my chest. She melted straight into my hold, and whispered,

"We're doomed." I held her as the Barrels dispersed. I kissed her hard and quickly, and then we were pulled away by the Barrel Guards. The Bro Army was forced back into the camp and ordered to return to the real world. Stephanie held out her hand for me, obviously crying, shouting,

"STEPHANO! NO, GOD, NO!"

X

(Stephanie's POV)

He smiled once at me and then was pulled into the portal. Dad dragged me to my feet and I stumbled, sobbing hysterically. A glowing portal pulsed in front of me and Dad all but carried me through. I landed softly on the floor of our house, clutching his shirt. He deposited me on the couch and ran into the kitchen. No one followed us through, but I heard the familiar ring of the telephone. Uncle Cry's voice was on the other end, ranting about rash decisions and getting me to a hospital. I was slipping in and out of consciousness when Dad began loading me into the car. I blinked unseeingly at the white ceiling as the nurses wheeled me down the hallway on a gurney. My only thought was revenge on the Barrel Queen for what she had done and getting back to Stephano. Through my haze, I felt a needle prick my arm and then blessed darkness came.

X

About a year later, I was back at home with both my parents and baby Garry. I was writing down all I could remember from the past two years. Youtube had all but stopped functioning, the remains mostly vlogging and music. We'd gotten plenty of calls from the others who had fought with us, and me and Ange and Alice talked almost every day. I was in school, now seventeen years old. I was planning on getting back to the gaming world, and finishing what I had started. Dad agreed, but we needed help. We were planning to gather everyone at Comic Con and head back. We were not going to be crushed. It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon, and I was writing. An email popped up on my phone. I looked at it.

Unknown: Are you just gonna leave us here?

A little emoticon of a chair accompanied the message.

You: Never. Three months. We'll be there.

I replied and smiled to myself. Better watch yourself. I thought viciously, turning to smile at the sword above my dresser.

A/N: Hey guys! So this is a surprise, right? An on-schedual update! Here we go, things are almost done. We'll see. What do all of you think of it? Btw, I never did this, but the credit for the cover art goes to QueenLF who was kind enough to put it together. Thank you darling! See you all next time!

Peace to the Cookies!

-d.t.i.d