Eight Friends at Freddy's 《Book2》

Good Mythical Kidnapping

I pressed play on my phone, feeling a mass join me in bed. The YouTube screen before me showed Rhett and Link on an episode of Good Mythical Morning that I had missed. I missed it for a reason. I waited for Jordan to settle in bed with me before I turned the volume up and showed him the screen.

"Today is the two year anniversary of the Fazbear Pizzeria hoax and the conviction of Vsauce1's Michael Stevens," Rhett said. "But, since then, more of the YouTube community has been under suspicion of kidnappings, killings, and going missing." He looked like he was upset about it. Maybe he was tired. I couldn't tell.

"Let's talk about that," Link said, queuing the intro theme. Jordan let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around me as we sat, keeping me against him.

We had been through a lot since that week and we had lost and gained many friends because of it. I made it into the Hidden Block gaming group and was a constant guest on GameGrumps. Hell, I was considered a Grump by that point just as much as I was a Hider. The thing was that some of the Hidden Block and Normal Boots guys had gone missing, too: Ian, Austin, and Jon. Even Arin from GameGrumps had disappeared.

When Rhett had mentioned the missing YouTubers, I knew Jordan was not wanting to hear about it. Sonja and Tucker were some of the missing as well.

Jordan and I were together. That was that. His fans had adjusted, I gained my own fan base over time, and the YouTube community were all very nice to us. It showed when he wasn't remarking on wearing the same pair of skinny jeans for the past three days, which he wasn't a big fan of.

I looked to his Creeper shirt and signature CaptainSparklez black shorts, giving him a comforting smile. He smiled right back, playing with the bottom of my official pastel pink PopTart Squad tank top that matched well with my black jeans and Donatello Ninja Turtle socks.

"Over the past few days, Link, we've noticed some suspicious things happening around L.A., Seattle, Toronto, and the London YouTube Spaces."

Link looked to Rhett and nodded for him to continue, pulling his laptop towards him and taking an uncomfortable sip of his water.

"Well, as many of you know, a couple years ago, the same started to happen and then a massive panic hit the gaming side of the Tubes of You," Rhett said, Link giving another nod.

"It seems that, well, based on my... boopity boop boop... research, that these disappearances are heavily rounded on the output of the Five Nights at Freddy's video games."

"That's right Link. We even had Mark Fischbach, aka Markiplier, come back to the set and interview us in a very special and emotional edition of Ear Biscuits about what he saw and what happened. Matthew Patrick, simply known as MatPat, who has done various game theories on the game has been considered an expert on the game, and we even had him come in and talk to us the next week and he was very informing."

"That's right, Rhett. If you didn't get a chance to listen to that Ear Biscuit, he was talking about what Golden Freddy was saying about bringing more robots to the game, in similarity to the growing amount of animatronics in the second game, Five Nights at Freddy's 2." Link even held up a peace sign, signifying the 2.

"This raises the question if there's going to be a second hoax, you could call it. A second time that Matt, Mark, Decker Poptart, aka NinjaPastry, and his partner Jordan 'CaptainSparklez' Moran are going to be once again a major part of the game."

"I really hope not, if that's what everything is leading up to," Link sighed. I felt myself starting doze off, looking to Jordan to see him sunken into my side and already out of it. I set my phone down and snuggled up to him, letting my eyes shut.

That was a dumb idea.

I woke abruptly with someone grabbing my wrists and someone else tearing Jordan from me. I heard him scream out for me as we were blindfolded and tied up. Next thing I knew we were being ushered out of the condo and down the steps, stumbling through the night. I was shoved into the back of a van, someone landing on my leg and quickly sitting up.

"Jordan?!" I cried as the doors were shut on us. They had taken off my glasses, I slowly realized. Whoever they were was going over my head.

"Woah, Danny," he replied to me, trying to catch his cool. "I'm here. I'm right here." I felt him hit my leg again. He managed to scoot over to me and we leaned against each other in the back of the previously presumed van.

We were being transported somewhere and were soon being dragged out of the van and into the warm night air. I lost contact with Jordan, but I could hear him struggling to keep fighting as we were pushed and pulled into a cold and musty building. After a second or two of turning corners, I was sat down.

Something loud bashed and banged, then chains rattled. Someone was laughing. I was quickly met with someone taking off my blindfold and my glasses being set in my lap.

I saw darkness in front of me, but there were lights on beside me. There were people beside me. I looked to my left to see MatPat looking around frantically. He saw me and his face went as white as a sheet of paper. We looked to the right to see a row of people. Beside me was Tony V., Jirard, Tom, Suzy, Mark, and at the very end, Jordan. He looked terrified. Everyone did.

Someone reached down for my glasses behind me and put them on my face for me, making everything clear. We were sitting in front of a stage, tables all around us. There were drawings on the walls and popped balloons at our feet. There was even blood.

I turned around to see who had put my glasses on for me, but there was no one there. Instead, the lights on the stage turned on and we were all shown Jake Roper from Vsauce3, his mouth busted in, torn, ripped, and bloody. It looked like someone had burned where the blood was heavily coming from to stop it, but his white button up shirt was already soaked and dried.

And then I saw Austin, better known for being PeanutButterGamer. He was standing beside Jake with a hand on the chair he was sitting in. The corners of Austin's mouth were stapled up so he was always smiling and his eyes were wide with fear. Was it fear, or bloodlust? He was scaring us anyhow, and we was obviously wearing Ian Hecox's suit from the last time we were faced with this amount of danger and fear.

"This is all a dream," I heard Mark whisper to Suzy. She was crying, trying to muffle her sobs.

"Oh, you may think so," the person behind us laughed. "But it's not a dream. It's simply a reality." He walked in front of us in a white dress shirt, a purple vest, black slacks, and dress shoes. I met eyes with him and he grinned.

"Oh, God no," Jirard and I breathed at the same time. It was BrutalMoose, my missing teammate.