The Next Life (A Youtuber Fanfic)

Chapter 11- Phantom

Dani's P.O.V.

Breasticles. They freaking suck. You know why? I have been put through very intense training by Plier and Jay, and Plier punched me in the breasts a couple times to toughen me up.

I have only been drugged a few times lately; once when I actually went to rip Plier's eye out, and the other when I beat up a guard. I've made friends, too. There's this ginger-haired guy named Rue and this purple-haired girl named Iris, whom I have become close friends with. They are also being hunted.

Anyways, I was sitting in my prison cell when I heard the bolted door creak open. It was either another 'wanted one' or just Plier. I tensed up when the footsteps stopped in front of my cell.

"Hello, Plier. More training?" I asked, continuing to stare at my feet as I had been for the past six hours.

"Dani!" A familiar voice screamed, and the prison bars jerked from someone leaning on them.

I slowly looked up, wondering if this was a torture test. No, in front of me was Bri and my Mitchypoo. It could have been a trick. I slowly walked towards the bars, staring at them both.

"Dani, what have they done to you?" Bri asked, attempting to reach through the bars.

I stood just out of reach of Bri.

"This is torture. I'm not fooled by it anymore, a**holes. Plier, shut it down," I said, but it came out as a strange growl.

"Dani, it's me, Mitch. Come here... please," Mitch whispered, his voice cracking.

"Plier! Stop it!" I stood in front of Mitch, shouting this.

"It's not a test, Dani. Hug me, babe," Mitch pleaded.

Mitch would never call me 'babe.' I slapped him across the face, and Bri and Mitch melted into two dark figures that looked alike.

"Nice, Dani. You hold much promise. Join us," One growled.

"Who are you?" I asked, tears streaming down my cheeks, although I was not sad.

"My name is Dark, and this is Warfstache. We want to recruit you to join with the Voiceless Ones," The same figure growled.

"No! I've heard about you! No, I will not join you!" I screeched.

The doors banged open again, revealing Plier.

"Get away from her!" He shouted.

"Too late," Warfstache snarled.

Dark walked through the bars and cornered me. He got extremely close to me and breathed in. He seemed to be a ghost or phantom. Warfstache was like Mark(who captured me in the first place) but more powerful. I suddenly felt light-headed. I collapsed on the ground, feeling very weak. I felt soulless and kind of... evil.

"You are joining us, whether you like it or not!" Dark snarled.

Warfstache walked up beside where I was laying. He was smiling. Dark suddenly lunged at me, like a Phantom-Balloon Boy jumpscare, but real. I slowly got to my feet, groaning. I felt different.

Plier stood in the passageway outside of my cell. I felt my face twitch into an entirely too big smile, like I was tearing away the edges of my lips and my smile was up to my cheekbone. It felt.... good.