Rage could hear Hollow yelling from far away. Then a trench coat man ran over to the fallen Rage. The man was holding a machete in his hands. The man raised the machete in the air as he prepared to swing. Rage closed his eyes, and accepted his fate. This is the end for him…
BAAAA!
Rage opened his eyes as a sheep leapt onto the man, and then started to eat him. Rage turned around to see thousands of other sheep also doing the same. Then he saw more figures running towards him. One was Hollow. One was Evanz. And the other one was…Tyde? Tyde! They ran over, and helped Rage up.
Rage: Ty-Tyde?
Tyde: First off, my internet's fixed, and I noticed your last video had a short hello. You never have short hellos. It was obvious that you were in danger.
There were more people in yellow jackets over where the rest of the crew was.
Tyde: I called in the members of Sunfury to help us.
Rage: What about the sheep?
Tyde: That wasn't me.
Rage looked at Evanz.
Evanz: They must've heard my cry for help…I'm only guessing.
Hollow: Where's your brother, Josh?
Rage: That room over there. I'm certain of it.
Rage's hood-mask closed over again as he stared at the door. Then they started running to it. At that moment, more trench coat men came around the corner.
Tyde: Go, Rage! We'll take care of these guys.
Rage kicked the door down, and entered the room. He saw his brother in a cage in the middle of the room. Rage made an attempt to run to him, but a man punched Rage in the face. Then Rage's hood-mask opened. Rage fell to the ground, and his shotgun skidded across the room. He tried to lunge towards it, but the man stomped on Rage's wounded shoulder.
Rage: AHHH!
Rage looked up at the man. He had orange hair…but it wasn't Gubiak. Something about the man's face seemed so familiar to Rage. The man had a pistol pointed at Rage's head.
The Man: Do you know who I am?
Rage: Yeah…Timothy Carlson from That Game Company…
The Man: Ah, yes, so you recognize me.
Timothy put his foot on Rage's chest, and Rage began to struggle to breathe.
Timothy: I am a real person, and I've gotten so much hatred because of you. You're the reason why I've lost so many jobs and homes. Everyone keeps fucking thinking I'm a videogame character! Well, I'm a real fucking human being! You ruined my life…Now I will finally have my revenge.
Timothy kicked Rage in the face. He then picked Rage up, and tied him to the wall. Timothy went over, and locked the door. He grabbed a camera, tripod, and a microphone. He set them up facing Rage. Back in the main room where the fight was going on, millions of TVs turned on. They all showed Rage's wounded face. Then Timothy pointed the gun at Rage.
BAM!
The door was slammed into, but it wouldn't open.
Hollow: YOU BASTARD, LET HIM GO!
Timothy: You come in here, and he'll be dead!
Timothy turned back to Rage.
Timothy: Any last words, Josh?
Rage looked at his crying brother. Then he looked back to Timothy. Rage cleared his throat.
Rage: A gooooooodddbbbbbbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy…
While Rage was saying this, Timothy fell to the ground clutching his ears. Rage had a sudden epiphany.
Rage: …yyyyyyeeeeeeee…HELLLLLLLLLLLOOOOOOOOOOO, PEOPLE!
Timothy was screaming in pain.
Rage broke out of the rope, and walked over to Timothy.
Rage: Today, I'm going to play this new game called beat the shit out of Timothy.
Rage began to kick the shit out of Timothy.
Rage: Hey, Hollow! What would you rate this game?
Hollow (Through the door): I'd give it a five out of ten!
Rage: Well…let's make this better. Don't you think so, Timothy?
Rage walked over to his shotgun, and picked it up. Timothy was still screaming in pain.
Timothy (Mutters): Long…Intros…are my one weakness…
Rage pointed the shotgun at Timothy's head. Besides his shotgun, Rage truly did have the perfect weapon…His intros and outros.
Rage: Say goodbye, Hollow.
Hollow (Through the door): Goodbye, Hollow.
Rage: A GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
BANG!
THE END
(P.S. Thanks to everyone who enjoyed or reviewed this story!)
(P.S.S. I have a sequel to this called, "How Could This Happen To Me?")