Logan Paul's Adventure (work in progress)

The Beginning

 Jake Paul arose from his slumber in a state of rage. He had just checked his phone and overnight, the unthinkable happened. Logan Paul had passed him in subscribers. Jake hauled himself out of bed and smashed his fist into the wall, his eyes wild and head pounding. He could not let Logan get away with this. It had always been this way, with Logan always overshadowing Jake. He would always resent him for that. Jake had thought he solved the issue when he had created his YouTube channel, with him rapidly ascending to fame after releasing his hit single "It's Everyday Bro." Alas, Logan was always there, quickly matching his subscriber count and eventually surpassing it. Eventually Jake had pulled ahead but he knew he must do something in order to stay on top. So, he hatched a plan. A couple nights later after the most recent Canadian election had ended, Jake was elected as Prime Minister of Canada.  He had everything he ever wanted now. He could turn his attention to his annoying older brother now. Jake picked up his phone once more, and dialed a number. The phone lay ringing for a few seconds, and then a muffled voice came on the line.

"What would you like, Mr. Prime Minister?"
Jake smiled cruelly. "Activate project Thunk."

The voice responded "Are you sure about this Mr. Prime Minister?"
Jake did not hesitate. "Yes."

Thunk Crood sat up, his eyes opening for the first time in years. There was a faint hissing noise as the cryogenic freezing chamber began to slowly warm up. He flexed his fingers, still numb from the freezing.

"Who is my target this time?" Thunk rumbled, his voice flat and emotionless.
"Logan Paul," replied a tall muscular man with a nametag that read Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson.
Another hiss, and the chamber door slowly began to open.

Logan blinked his eyes wearily. He yawned and stretched before a sudden tremble quivering through his bones shook him fully awake. He gripped the armrests tightly, his face pale.

"Sorry folks, we are experiencing a little bit of "bUmPy AiR", no need to worry," a voice crackled over the loudspeaker. Logan wasn't reassured, his stomach was queasy and his head was spinning.

"You okay Logan?" Across from him, Thunk, who was breathing too loudly, had a worried expression on his face.

"Yes, Thunk," Logan muttered through gritted teeth.

Logan shook his head, clearing his mind and turned to stare out the window. A vast blue sea was rushing beneath him, dotted with small islands here and there. He took a deep breath and unclenched his hands, allowing the sun and the sea to calm himself. His attempt to relax himself, however, was ruined by Thunk eating 13 canisters of pudding in 3 seconds. Logan sighed and waved at Thunk, getting his attention.

"Listen up here nincompoop. The only reason you're on this trip is because you subscribed. Let's get this #ISLANDCHALLENGE over with. Hopefully we'll be at the island soon.''

As if on cue, the voice once more crackled over the loudspeaker.

"We are about to touchdown onto Pee Pee Island. Welcome to paradise."

My mind wandered. My body felt weightless as if drifting through the endless expanses of space, but I was still here. I was still moving, feeling, and seeing. It wasn't me though, it was the evil side of me. I'd given it a name, Thrunk. I had always felt its presence ever since I had been captured by the Canadians. They experimented on me and in doing so summoned Thrunk into my body. I was helpless against him. Thrunk controlled me, using my goofy looks to get people to trust him. I couldn't betray anyone else. But I had no choice.

It had been several hours since Logan and the gang had landed on Pee Pee island. "This will be a cinch! I barely have to do any work!" Logan thought happily. He stared out to the quiet lake, where storm clouds were gathering. He headed back into his tent and lay down. Logan stretched his arms and legs and closed his eyes.

I stumbled through the forest looking for some suitable looking firewood. No- not me, it was that monster, Thrunk. It was raining now, and my clothes quickly became soggy. I grabbed some dry logs that had been covered by the treetop, and hugged them to my chest. The forest was alive with the vibrant colors of flowers and exotic birds every color of the rainbow. Thunder rumbled in the distance and the rain picked up. I decided to hurry back to camp. Thunder again, this time closer. I broke into a sprint, forgetting the firewood as thunder roared in my ears. Just then there was a thundering crash as a streak of light slammed into the ground, throwing me to the forest floor. I fought to stay conscious, but in the end I gave in, my world turning black.

I awoke my head screaming with pain. I expected Thrunk to seize control of me again, but there was nothing. Wait. Was I..... free of him? Had that lighting knocked him out of me? I felt adrenaline pumping through my veins. My hands were shaking and my knees weak. I sighed. Finally, I. Am. Free.

The sun was setting now, the sky streaked with an orange tinge. Logan sat on a log watching the sunset, and Thunk, who had come running out of the forest with a joyous expression, sat with him. As Logan and Thunk watched the heavens, a sinister shadow covered the scene. The sky began to shift and distort, as a huge split opened up tearing a hole over the island. Logan and Thunk jumped, their eyes clouded with fear. A blimp began to drift through the crack tearing reality at the seams. The balloon was hundreds of feet long and a huge face was plastered on the side.

"No.... How could he..." Logan whimpered. A voice boomed from the ship.

"Hello brother, it is I, Jake. Looks like I must finally get rid of you. Welcome to the shadow dimension. Your final test begins now!!!!!