The Games - A YouTuber Fanfic

The Games Part One

DAY ONE

 Dan Howell sat at his computer tediously editing his new video. It had already been a long day and there was no end in sight, with 40 hours of video left to edit. He ran his fingers through his hair and decided it was time to give his eyes a break. As he padded his way to the kitchen he heard a familiar voice from the other room.

 “Hey Dan?” Phil called, a hint of nervous energy in his voice. “Have you read your email lately?”

 “No, why?” Dan yelled back, pouring himself a glass of water. He took a long drink from his glass and made his way through the flat until he reached Phil, who was sitting on his bed staring at his phone.

 “I think you should check your email, Dan.” Phil said, not taking his eyes away from the screen.

 “Bloody hell, Phil.” Dan said exasperated, while rolling his eyes. He turned from the room and traipsed back to where his phone lay sitting on his desk next to his computer. Unlocking the screen he thumbed through his inbox until he found what Phil must’ve been talking about. The sender read, “The Creator” and the subject line was, “YouTube invites you!” Curious, Dan opened the email and read to himself.

            Dear Danisnotonfire,

 Greetings! You’ve been hand selected by our devoted team to be a part of beta testing a new service YouTube has to offer! This new service, once out of beta testing, will provide your viewers with a new realistic experience unlike any other!

 If you would like to take part of this unique opportunity (And trust us, you do!) simply come to the address below tomorrow at 2PM for the kickoff meeting. Hope to see you soon!

 Let the games begin,

The Creator

(Note: If you reside outside of the UK, airfare and accommodations will be provided to you. Confirmation of such will arrive to your inbox shortly.)

 Hmm. That’s odd, Dan thought to himself. I wonder what has Phil so nervous about this. It’s nothing new to receive emails like this. Being a part of YouTube makes you used to this sort of thing. And, if he were being honest with himself, his curiosity was piqued. He walked back to Phil’s room to discuss it.

“So are you going?” Dan asked when he reached the door.

 “I don’t know, Dan.” Phil replied, “This isn’t like our normal emails. This one seems…odd somehow. Are you going?”

 “Of course! I don’t see why not. What’s the worse that could happen?

 Meanwhile, across the globe 22 other inboxes pinged with a new email from The Creator. By the end of the day John, Hank, Charlie, Alex, Tony, Philly D, Mitchell, PJ, Chris, Travis, Craig, Kingsley, Hart, Destery, Nate, Tyler, Caspar, Jack, Finn, Alfie and Carrie had all received the message.

The last to receive the email was Ben, who was known by most as Boh3m3. He was lying in bed watching Mad Men when his phone vibrated next to him, notifying him of one new email. He opened it, thinking it was probably spam and began to read to himself.

 Dear Boh3m3,

Greetings! You’ve been hand selected…

“What the fuck?” Ben said aloud, sitting up. Were they serious? Seeming to answer his question, his inbox pinged again with flight details. His plane was set to leave at 6PM that evening, putting him in London at 10AM the next day.

Okay, Ben. He said to himself. Think this through. You have seven hours before the flight leaves, which gives you plenty of time to decide what you’re going to do. Should you go? You have been wanting to get back into the YouTube game lately after all.

 He mulled it over in his head, analytically going over the pros and cons.

“Fuck it, I’ll go.” He said finally, getting up to look for a suitcase.

 As the day drew to a close all 24 YouTubers were preparing themselves for the meeting the next day. The twelve that resided outside of the UK were on a flight bound for London, while the other twelve slept peacefully. No one knew what lie ahead.