This is supposed to come out yesterday (that is 6 February), but I decided to postpone it to today as a gift for Chinese New Year Eve! Heck wonder if you guys had ever heard of it. Probably not. *Went into a corner and emo*

SSundee's story is actually based off his video of that day. I just made a bit of change to it. In reality, SSundee lost and has to wax his leg xD, and his wife is with him too. I just didn't see her face. His leg is disgusting btw :P

1048 on 28 May, 2015 in U.S.A.

SSundee POV

I fingered the bones on my head. I woke up seeing myself like this, but I wasn't a bit surprised. I'm just relieved that Maddie and Colton are not at home, though they might be back in two or three hours. If they are, Maddie made sandwiches for breakfast. I made myself a cup of tea and finished the sandwich in a few bites. Then, I settled down at my computer for the day.

Me and Crainer are recording '100 Ways to Die' Episode 2 with Ambrew today, and Crainer suggested that the loser of the game has to wax both his arms and legs. I facepalmed when I got the news, but a game is a game. I logged on to the server and messaged Crainer and Ambrew to get ready. When they are online and are ready, we started recording.

Halfway through the recording, I heard a mechanical sound like a gun cocking. I should have checked, but I was too absorbed in the game to do so. We answered Ambrew's questions, survived our deaths until Crainer used up all of his 3 lives.

"Dangit, man!" Crainer yelled, making all of us laugh. "I don't want to wax my arms and legs!"

"You suggested it, so you have to do it," I said between laughs. "Let's give Crainer some time to prepare, then we'll be back,"

We hung up the call after telling Crainer to call us after he's ready. While he gets ready, I finished my tea. I'd forgotten that I have bones on my head and body. Luckily I'd forgotten to switch on my facecam or it would be scary for the others. I studied the bones on my body. I felt like I have armor growing on me. If reality is like Minecraft, it would be much use.

Something pinched my neck like a mosquito bite, and I didn't care about it. I felt my eyelids getting heavier, then I remembered nothing.

Deadlox POV

The scientists are studying us, from what Aquarius had guessed. Because nothing like us had ever existed, they are eager to find out as much as they could about us. The funny thing about them is that they didn't think of just asking us. They probably thought that they won't understand our language.

After Ian and Baki arrived, Aquarius spent all of her time at the edge of the dome. When we called her, she did answer, but with an irritated look. At lunch time (the food looked like what we would have for lunch) , she started announcing weird news, like the scientists guessed that there are 24 of us in total, and they would start testing on us when all arrives.

The scientists gave back our items, and Aquarius is extremely protective of her backpack. After the meal, she went back to the same position at the dome, hugging her backpack. We tried asking Rex, but he doesn't understand. He said that although they're friends, there are still a lot of things that Aquarius hadn't told him about her. Basically, she is one mystery girl.

1130 on 29 May, 2015 in England

AshleyMarie POV

I have different shades of green stripes on my face like an Indian. The colors looked suspiciously like a creeper's.

"Must be sister," I sighed and washed my face. Usually, I sleep like a log and nothing can wake me. My sister sometimes takes advantage of it and draws all kinds of things on my face. I looked up in the mirror. Oh god. The color doesn't come off. When I ran a finger across it, I felt only my skin.

"Did she use permanent colors?" I tried scratching the color off. It didn't work. I inspected the patterns closely. There's no way sister can draw these so perfectly. The lines are perfectly symmetrical. The closing of the lines are perfect. No way could my sister do this. But if I don't ask, I would never know.

I ventured downstairs. My sister is on her cellphone, messaging her friends and whatnot. I tapped her shoulder and she looked up. When she saw me, she looked so surprised that she nearly fell off the couch.

"Did you draw this?" I pointed at the patterns. She took one look at them and shook her head. "If it wasn't you, who is it?"

"A burglar, maybe?" Sister guessed. "Or it was someone else?"

"Dude," I tapped her head. "There's only the two of us at home, and no burglar would be that bored to draw on their victim's face. Besides, no one can draw that well in the dark,"

"You're right, then. This defies explanation," Sister shrugged, switching off her phone. "That green doesn't go well with your purple hair, by the way. Maybe you should recolor your hair,"

"Nonsense," I waved my hand. "I like purple. Nothing goes wrong with purple,"

I ate my breakfast while watching the television. Starting from 25 May, there had been people missing from all over the world. Sometimes two of them, sometimes three. Most of them are Youtubers. A few pictures flashed across the screen as the news went on. I saw Jerome, Mitch, Adam, Ian, and a few others. What is happening to this world?

I went to my room after the news. The famous ones are missing. Is someone kidnapping them? Or they decided to disappear? I was so distracted that I didn't take much notice to the shadow beside my wardrobe until a bulky man charged me. Before I could yell, all the air was knocked out of me and I fainted.

0913 on 29 May, 2015 in New Hampshire, U.S.A.

ZexyZek POV

I have to skip school today. Dangit.

I woke up with green stripes on me. Although I could wear a hoodie to conceal it, it wouldn't do me much good at school. The teachers would ask me to take the hoodie off, and when I don't, they would force me to take it off by threatening to lower my marks, detention, the works. If I do take the hoodie off, they would say that I have tattoos on me. Then they would start asking where I'd got it, when I got it, and threaten to call my parents. None of these options are good.

There's another option, though. I can skip school. The penalty for skipping school is just detention on Saturdays. Not a bad punishment, so that's the option I'm taking. Now I'm in the park, unsure what to do. I can't stay in the park all day, and I can't go back home. I can only go to the shops if I don't want to bore myself out. So this is what the students who ditch schools do. Very boring indeed.

I decided to go to the tech store in the neighborhood. I needed some new equipment for my new studio, and mum told me to check out the tech store today and make a list. When she's free, she would buy it for me. I was planning to go to the store after school. Why not now?

I pulled out a pen and a notebook from my bag and entered the store. I always come here to look at the recording equipment before I go full time on my channel. The shopkeeper knew me well, so he didn't question my appearance.

"Hello," I waved at him while crossing to the shelves. I would start there first.

"G' Day, mate," The shopkeeper grinned at me. He looked creepy with that smile. He grinned at me a couple of times before, and his grin today struck me as evil. His accent wasn't Australian, either.

I didn't give much attention to that back then. I walked between the shelves, writing down the names of the item that I would need. I even wrote down the price. I had a budget for the studio, and I want to keep the cost below it.

I felt someone looking at me, and turned. The shopkeeper is looking at me through the aisle, the evil grin still there. It sent a chill down my spine, and makes me want to get out of the store right away. He is blocking the only exit, though. That means I'm stuck in here with him.

"Excuse me, sir," I said, trying to sound calm. "I have to go somewhere right now. It's urgent,"

"Yes, you are," The shopkeeper lunged forward and grabbed my wrist. I tried to escape, but he has a metallic grip. How is that possible?

"Hey, kid," He pulled me close to him, and I can smell a mix of peppermint and tobacco. I almost gagged at the smell. "You think you can get away from us? You can't. Once we set eyes on a prey, we never let go,"

I was going to say something in return, but I never got the chance. Needles shot out of his nails and into my wrist, injecting something into my body. The last things I remember is the shopkeeper putting me into a van parked outside.