Apocalypse Grumps

You Matter

"He's what?" Arin asked extremely pissed.

"That doesn't make me want to kill him any less." Dan replied darkly, which was odd for him.

"Well he's Markiplier, right?" I asked.

"Yeah." they answered in sync.

"Well, I watched him a couple times before all this happened, and I recall him being a really nice guy who did charity live streams, like, all the time."

"People can change. That was five years ago, Kevin. People can change in that amount of time." Arin said, towering over me.

"Yeah, but this much?"

Arin was silent. His expression lightened a bit.

"You honestly think that someone like that can change to a murderous dictator in five years? It's impossible. This kind of evil takes time. A lifetime."

Arin grunted, threw his hoodie on the floor, and stomped all the way to his room while slamming the door shut so hard I'm surprised it didn't come off the hinges.

"I'll guard the door, in case they try anything funny." Dan declared. He walked over to the bathroom door, and leaned against the wall next to it, shutting his eyes.

I took one last look at him before I made my way back to my room to get some sleep. I checked the time; 2:24 AM.

---

Jack continued to sit against the door with a look of annoyance.

"We gotta get out of here, dude." he whispered.

I looked at him, confused. "What are you whispering for?"

"Shh!! There could be a guard outside the door!" His yelling was raspier than a whisper. I sighed and continued to sit in the tub. I hated this. Not just being stuck in a bathroom with someone who won't listen to reason cause he's trained too well, but everything. This world has gone to hell because of Him. Felix. No, Pewdiepie. That's who I knew him as. Who everyone knew him as. He was the biggest one out of all of us. Everyone knew his name. Then, he took advantage of that. Became like a dictator more than anything. He took his fans and turned them into slaves of his. It was sick. Us smaller channels tried to do something, but we weren't fast enough. Before we knew it, he had conquered the country. Then the world.

"Alright, I have an idea," Jack finally broke the silence. "what we do is break down the door, kick the ass of whoever is guarding us, then we're free!"

"And where would we go if we were free? We don't know anything about this place!" I raised my voice.

"Do you have a better idea?"

"Any idea is better than that one."

"Hey, I worked a whole ten minutes on that plan!"
I raised my eyebrows in false surprise.

"Besides, I'd just help you escape anyway. Who cares what happens to me."

I whipped my head around to him, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm a foot soldier, sir. There's millions just like me. If I died on the job, He could easily replace me. You're the one who can't be replaced."

"Don't you dare say that about yourself."

Jack lifted his head, "What?"

I climbed out of the tub and stood before the Irishman, tall and firm, "Don't you dare say that your life doesn't matter, Jack. Everyone's lives matter. You honestly think I'm okay with all this? I'd give anything to get out of this position. But I can't join the Rebellion. I can't do it, dude. I can barely handle managing to be this guy's assistant, you think I could handle pretending not to exist? Hiding from the government? Fearing that every day could be my last?"