(YouTubers X Reader) The Reverse Experiment COMPLETED

The Survivors Escape

MatPat POV
I looked towards Ken, JonTron, PBG, Ian and Jeff. They seemed scared because Y/N wasn't back yet. We were by the exit with no Y/N and Sean in sight.
"We have to save Y/N.", I said, "We need a plan. A theory. Anything!"
"We could try using force?", JonTron and PBG suggested.
I saw Ian start to walk back down the hall, "Since she isn't here. It means Y/N is still in the auditorium chair room."
"Right?", I said slowly.
"Which means?", JonTron edged me on.
"Which means they are in trouble and we need to save them.", I said.
"But how?", Ken asked.
"We need weapons. Anything.", I said, feeling myself go into a psychotic rampage.
"Calm down! We need some guns.", PBG said, carrying some guns he got from the passed out guards.
I nodded as we grabbed a gun of our choice.
We started walking towards our destination.

Little Time Skip:

We ran into the large, colosseum like room with our 4 other YouTuber friends in large, velvet chairs. PBG aimed his gun towards Wilford, eyes narrowed and focused.
"Look who we have here?", Wilford cooed.
"You have to get through us.", I said, trying to sound as confident as I could.
Wilford nodded his head towards Dark Caddicaurus, Dark Dan, Darkiplier and AntiSepticEye. They all aimed their hands towards us. Causing some of our guns to fly out of our hands. They then grabbed my colleagues. Making me the only one.
"Oh Matthew Patrick. Poor MatPat. Poor, poor, poor you.", Wilford held his hand up to stop them.
"Your using telepathy. So all I need is you to look at yourself then...", I started saying before getting smacked on the back of the head by a heavy object.

Sean's POV
I watched as my partner was dragged in front of some of the surviving YouTuber test subjects.
"Ow!", MatPat said groggily as he was being lifted into the seat next to me, blood seeping from the top part of his head.
I watched in horror as the torture and torment began.

Y/N POV
I felt a sharp object pierce my stomach area. I dropped to the ground. I tried to stand up but then I heard a gunshot pierce my lungs.
"Leave her alone!", I heard Sean yell.
I was picked up by the collar of my shirt, "Really? Since this is quite fun to watch.", Wilford dropped me to the ground, kicking my ribs.
I clenched my hands by the pain.
"Let her bloody go!", Dan yelled.
AntiSepticEye grabbed me by my neck. Darkiplier stabbed me in the ribs and back. I was in so much pain that it was hard to breathe.
I gasped for air.
"Stop suffocating her Anti. You two are done.", Wilford said to my attackers, "I'll deal with the rest of the life energy she has left."
Anti dropped me to the ground. I heaved in large amounts of air.
"Any last words?", Wilford asked as I lay, sprawled on the ground.
"Go to... Hell.", I said with great anger.
He grabbed my arm and threw me to the ground before punching my stomach with such a great amount of force that I hit a wall and put a dent in it. I closed my eyes, holding onto my wound on my stomach wound. I stumbled towards the center of the room. I fell to my knees. Still bleeding profusely. I then fell to the ground.
"You got this Y/N. Fight it. Fight those wounds.", I heard the familiar voice of PBG.
I then felt a metal object being jabbed into my shoulder blade. I screamed in agony.
I felt my eyes start to grow heavy.
Everything went black.

Sean's POV
I saw the lifeless body of my partner on the tiled floor. I didn't know that well but it seemed Y/N was a sister/brother to me. I started to sob.
"Stop crying.", Anti slapped me hard on the cheek, "She/He deserved it."
"No she/he didn't!", I yelled.
Anti grabbed my cheeks, "You don't know what they deserved. Because Master Wafestache knows who is useless and who is worth it. So if you ever dare talk about my Master like that. You will be the first experiment to die."
"Experiment?", MatPat was trying to break out of his wrist straps, "That's what we are to you?"
"Oh No no no.", Wilford stroked MatPat's hair,"That is not what you are."
I looked towards Y/Ns' body again.
"Let me kiss her!", I hollered.
"Kissing this poor mortals dead body?", Wilford asked.
"Yes.", I said, confident.