Trapped In A Fanfic

Chapter Two: Making Alliances

Maple landed on her face, skidding along the black tiles of the ground. She felt her head bump into someone's leg, and she stood up quickly, adjusting her glasses slightly and patting down her hair so she didn't look like a wild thing. "Oh, uh, hello... Um, where am I? Last thing I knew, I signed up for the LiveActionFanfiction website, and now I'm here."

The person that she had bumped into was dressed in a flannel shirt and wore glasses, his dark black hair making peaks atop his head. He had on white boxers with little pink mustaches on them, and black Converse with white laces. Above his head floated a gamer tag that read @Markiplier. In a voice like melted butter, he replied, "Oh, hi there, @MapleJones. I'm Markiplier, and no, I have no idea how we got here."

Maple tried to ease her breathing and prevent a squeal of happiness from escaping her lips, but she couldn't resist. Mark quickly rose his hands to his ears as Maple let out a fangirl squeal. After a few seconds, she stopped and Mark lowered his hands. "S-sorry about that... I just... I love your videos!!!! I'm always writing fanfiction about them!!"

Mark did a confident pose and said, "Of course you love my videos. I mean, who doesn't? Heh, I am so awesome."

A girl stepped out from behind Mark and grabbed Maple's hand. The girl's gamer tag read @AmeliaWantsToBattle. She had on a red sweatshirt and ripped blue jeans with blue Uggs on. Her dark black hair reached down to her neck.

     Amelia shook her head and said, "Just ignore him. We've had to put up with his giant ego for some time now. But now that you're here, we're almost ready to begin with Level One. We only need one more player."

     Maple looked into her trusting eyes and all of Maple's fears dissolved. She could tell that Amelia was trustworthy, and as long as Amelia was here, she'd be fine. Confused, she asked, "Uh, what do you mean by Level One? And who's we?"

Another girl stepped out from behind Mark and sauntered over to Maple. Her gamer tag read @bobthelemon, and a floating image of a lemon hovered next to it. She wore a hoodie with a lemon on it. She had on short jeans and tall brown boots. Her blonde hair ended at the nape of her neck, and her sky blue eyes were as clear as a lake.

"I'm we, and you are... Maple." bobthelemon replied. Amelia elbowed Bob in her stomach, and Bob growled in protest before an automated voice rang out into the space. "New challenger approaching."

A green-haired Irishman came tumbling out of a portal that had suddenly appeared and he landed on his butt, yelling and cursing about GLaDoS or something. Maple gasped and ran over to the man, frantically asking, "Oh my gosh! Are you alright?"

The Irishman looked up at the girl, and Maple's eyes widened. "A - Are you Jacksepticeye?! How did you get in here?!? I thought that you didn't write fanfiction..."

Jack got up off of the floor slowly, holding his butt in pain, and responded, "I don't write fanfiction... I got here by following GLaDoS in Portal when she told me that there was a secret level, and then, all of a sudden, I was here."

Maple rubbed her chin in thought. First Mark, then Bob and Amelia, and Jack and I... Is someone targeting people from the Internet?

The woman's voice came over the loudspeakers again and said, "W E L C O M E T O T H E G A M E . T H E L E V E L S A R E B A S E D O F F O F T H E F A N F I C S Y O U H A V E W R O T E. Y O U H A V E O N E L I F E. G A M E S T A R T I N 3, 2, 1, G O!

The world around us disappeared and was replaced with an apartment building in New York City. Mark had also disappeared as well. Bob sighed and flipped her hair behind her shoulder. Jack asked, "Where are we?"

Oh no, not this... "We're in Darkiplier: Markiplier's Descent. I know because I wrote it. We are screwed, unless someone has any holy water."

A figure stepped out in front of the foursome. Dark stood there, needle in hand. He replied, "You could say that again, now couldn't you, Maple?"