House of Wolves

I

"NOOOOO! Goddammit!" Mark smacked his desk in frustration. This was roughly the third time he'd died in this game in a time span of less than fifteen minutes. Needless to say, he was really fucking aggravated. "Y'know what? Nope. I don't wanna play this anymore, I'm done."
He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, frowning. After about five minutes of staring at his screen blankly, he sighed and leaned forward, pressing 'continue'.
That was when he blacked out.
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Mark's eyes flew open. His heart was pounding. The last thing he remembered was passing out while recording. He found himself not in his recording studio, but on a bed that was certainly not his. He sat up slowly and looked around. He was in a small room-a cell, it looked like. Why was he in a cell? Had he been arrested? He didn't think he had done anything wrong. Maybe it was all those copyrighted songs in videos catching up to him.
Mark sighed a little bit and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He looked around a bit more. The room was particularly bare, but what would you expect, from a prison cell? There was nothing in there except for his bed and a clock on the wall. Yay, he thought, a clock. Now I can count how long it takes for this cell to eat away at me and I TURN TO MADNESS.
He walked up to the door and looked out of the bars. As far as he could tell, there were no other cells, or even people. He frowned and turned his back to the door, looking around a bit more. There was a small window near the ceiling, which most likely wouldn't help him at all.
Suddenly, Mark heard a sound like a letter sliding underneath the door. He smiled and spun around, and that was when it hit him.
"Holy SHIT," He muttered. "I'm in--OHHH MY GOD."
Mark stared at the letter on the floor for a moment before picking it up and opening it.

My dear friend,
I hope this letter finds you well. How is prison life going for you?
I know it must be hard, especially in times like these.
As for me, I will soon start another of my journeys into
the unknown. Wish me luck!
-Salvadore the traveller

Mark's eyes widened. No, this couldn't be happening. This could not be real. It had to be some sort of prank. Though he had no idea how his friends could pull this off.
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"Helloooooo?" Mark called. He had his face pressed against the bars of the cell door, barely even able to see out. "Is anyone thereeeeee?"
No response.
He huffed and tried again. "IS ANYONE OUT THERE?"
Again, silence.
"Dammit."
That was when another letter slid under the door. Mark couldn't help but wonder who was delivering these messages, but, y'know. Game logic.
He picked up the black envelope and read the letter.

Mark,
I assume you've figured out where you are, by now.
How are you doing in that cell? It must be getting boring.
You'll get some entertainment, soon.
Anyways, I put you here for a reason. Simply play through the game,
and maybe I'll let you out.

The letter wasn't signed.
Mark huffed and sat on the small bed. He stared at the blank walls, incredibly bored. They were a dull gray. Well, what could you expect from a prison cell?
He laid on his back and stared blankly at the ceiling for a bit before hearing the sound of another letter being pushed under the door.

Friend,
I hope you aren't feeling too lonely in the dark cell. Just in case, I have put a little bug friend for you in the envelope alongside this letter.
-Salvadore

Mark looked down at his feet and noticed a small black beetle running around frantically. He couldn't help but giggle.

"Hey buddy! You're my only friend in this hellhole, huh?" He said, a bit of cheeriness to his voice.

Seconds later, yet another letter was delivered.

GOOD DAY.
WE ARE HAPPY TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE BEEN SELECTED BY ME, DOCTOR MONEY, TO JOIN AN EXCLUSIVE PROGRAM FOR INMATES ACROSS THE COUNTRY.
WE HAVE NOTICED THAT DUE TO A RECENT OUTBREAK OF A TERRIBLE VIRUS, THE POPULATION OF OUR BEAUTIFUL NATION HAS STARTED DWINDLING. BUT THERE IS HOPE. YOU.
RECENT STUDIES SHOW THAT 98% OF OUR GREAT NATION'S POPULATION IS ALREADY INFECTED WITH THE VIRUS. INCIDENTALLY, MANY THE REMAINING 2% ARE PRISON INMATES LIKE YOU. WE HOPE THAT YOU CONTINUE TO BE VIGILANT AND REMAIN HEALTHY.
IN ORDER TO FIGHT DEPRESSION AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS IN THIS DIRE SITUATION YOU HAVE FOUND YOURSELF IN, YOU HAVE BEEN ASSIGNED YOUR OWN PERSONAL HAPPY BUDDY™. ENJOY!

"Oh, God," Mark muttered. He remembered this. He remembered how absolutely devastating this game was. And it was just hitting him that he would have to live it.

HELLO! HELLO! HELLO!
I AM YOUR OWN PERSONAL HAPPY BUDDY™!!
I HAVE A PRESENT FOR YOU!!!! FIVE CONFETTI POPPERS!!! HAVE FUN!!!

Mark grinned and found a confetti popper in his hands. He pulled the string and laughed as confetti went everywhere. At least he had that and the little bug.

And another letter.

HELLO MY BUDDY FRIEND BUDDY!!! DID YOU LIKE THE CONFETTI POPPERS?? IF SO, I HAVE ANOTHER PRESENT FOR YOU!!!
ITS A DOCTOR MONEY PORTABLE ENTERTAINMENT MACHINE!!! GAME INCLUDED!!!!!!! HAVE LOTS OF FUN :-)

Mark picked up the gameboy-like object and turned it on. It had a game in it called Serpent. He elected to bide his time playing that until he got more letters.

After what felt like forever, he saw it growing dark outside. He sighed and put the machine down, then laid back in his bed to sleep.

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A/N: Hey! This is my first REAL fanfiction about a YouTuber, so I hope you guys enjoy it :) tell me what you think!!