The Space Voyage (G/T P!Septiplier)

It's Just a Game

"Uh, sir?" One of the researchers looked up from his computer and raised his hand.

"What is it?" The man pointed the commanding officer to his computer.

"The Aurora sent out a distress signal, and now it's off our radar."

"It's probably in Sector D now," the officer replied crisply. "Those are uncharted waters."

"I know, but the Aurora never made it to the mark on the edge of Sector C. They were suppose to check in with us, but they never did." The researcher changed the screen and pulled up footage. "And you need to listen to this sir." He pushed play.

"Somewhere along Section C Dimension 6 our ship was interfered by... well, I don't know... the captain mentioned something about a gravitational pull. Maybe he was talking about this planet. We were after all going into Section D Dimension 1, and nothing in Sector D has been explored yet." The screen was shaking, and the speaker sounded out of breath. When the man continued, he turned the camera to third person, and the commander could see why the young man was so shaken. "I'm initiating Protocol 37, Section 15, number 4 of the Galactic Guidebook," he continued.

"A distress call?" The commander sat back as he watched. "Protocol 37 says to activate a rescue fleet."

"Please, if anyone gets this feed in time, please come help us," the man begged. "I don't know if my friends are alive or not yet, or if the captain survived. Hell, I don't even know where the Aurora crashed, but I'm sending Earth my last known coordinates, so whatever scientist is going to analyze my data, please... help us." The man was about to say more when something rustled, and he tensed. The third person perspective turned off, and the researcher paused the recording.

"... is he still alive?" The commander looked at the scientist. He nodded.

"Yes, yes sir. He got attacked by what his escape ship tagged similar to a komodo dragon. He survived it, and the most recent feedback showed that he was hiding in the ship, waiting for us to send help." As he said that, the screen suddenly beeped and opened another video file. The commander looked over the scientist's shoulder again.

"And what's that?" He asked. The researcher's eyes widened.

"It just updated. Mark Fischbach is still alive."

When Mark woke up, he was more tired than when he fell asleep. How the hell is that possible? He wondered as he sat up. He glanced at his LifeBit, and he groaned when he saw that he had slept past lunchtime and through most of the night. Since this world and system proportionate to Earth, the time cycles were oddly enough somehow synced. But at the moment, it was three in the morning, and all the lights were off.

Mark shivered. When he was directly in the sun, it was hot, but when he was indoors and in the shade it was nice. But now that the sun was gone, he was freezing!

Goldilocks here, at your service, his mind mocked. Mark grumbled to himself as he shivered and grabbed his equipment. He left the spare room and resumed trekking across the carpet, wondering where he could find a good place to keep warm. The first room he passed was filled with Felix's loud snoring, so the engineer decided wholeheartedly to not go in there. The second room he walked by was the bathroom, which he didn't need. Not that he could operate anything in there anyway.

Mark stopped and looked in the third room. The snoring in there was much quieter than Felix, and it was only loud enough to where Mark could tell that Jack was sound asleep. He hesitated at the doorway, then looked down the hall. The living room was still a ways away.