Prehistoric Youtubers

Mark's eyes fluttered open after the best sleep he'd had in... years. He hadn't had a single nightmare, something  he hadn't accomplished since he was a child. He actually felt fully rested. His eyes stared up at the beautiful, blue, blue sky in awe. Strange colorful flowers rose up around his face, swaying across his vision. It was peaceful and quiet.

And then he heard a scream. A very loud, very girly, and very Swedish, scream.

"JAVLA HELVETE FITTA!" he heard as he sat up. He was in a clearing surrounded by humongous trees. Big colorful flowers and tall yet soft green grass rose up around him. He stood, so he could try to get a better lay of the land.

And then he saw something that made him fall back down, a giggling mess. Felix was running from the trees his arms outstretched in front of him. He was screaming like a little girl, his frosty blond hair sticking up everywhere.

Jack was chasing behind him, a large smile on his face, and dirt masking it. If it weren't for the green floof, Mark wouldn't have recognized him. Jack was growling and giggling, and Felix looked absolutely traumatized.

When Jack managed to catch Felix, pouncing on him, Felix shrieked liked the girly man he is. Mark chuckled, and watched for a moment as Jack started to tickle the Swedish meatball. He couldn't help but join in, using the tall grass to hide as he stalked closer.

In all honesty, he thought this was a strange dream, and didn't think much on it. So, when he jumped Jack, he was surprised to find that when Jack's hands smacked his face in a giggling fear, it actually hurt. A lot.

He tumbled off with a strange look. Staring wide eyed, "This is... not a dream, is it?" he mumbled quietly, rubbing his shoulder. Jack blinked at him, his head tilting as Felix chuckled awkwardly behind him.

"What the fuck are you talkin' 'bout, bro?" the Swedish boy asked, his voice high. Mark turned to look at him, then back to Jack. Sean was just... sitting there, staring off into the distance. It was unnerving to see the normally happy and cheerful Irish youtuber so... blank.

"I don't think I- we- are dreaming," he mumbled again, going over to Felix and pinching his shoulder.

"Ow! That fucking hurt- o-oh..." Felix's eyes were wide, he opened his mouth to say something, when Jack's voice interrupted him. Mark turned to the Irishman, to find him pointing wide eyed at the trees behind them.

"Uh, guys? You might want to look behind you..."

Mark's head popped up over the tall grass, Felix right behind him. There was a person, standing there. Watching. They had a large nose, dark tan skin,and very long very messy black hair. They looked like one of the prehistoric peoples, Neanderthals, that people learned about in history or science or something.

Mark stood fully, noticing the, who he presumed was a man, had on a few animal pelts and leaves mixed together to create a crude skirt sort of covering. He stepped closer, "Hey!" he called, waving his hand.

"We, uh, we seemed to have been taken from our hotels and brought here? Could you tell us where we are? And maybe why?" he asked, stumbling forwards over hidden logs, roots, and clumps of plant life.

The man growled at him, lifting a pointed, spear-like, stick in Mark's direction as he got closer. Mark froze in his steps, especially after the man called some strange sounds, and a large creature came from the trees. It appeared to be very dog-like towards the man.

It was large, almost bear-like in size. It's facial structure was closer to that of a large cats and dogs mixed together. Sharp canine teeth were easily visible, as well as dangerous, hungry eyes. Mark swallowed, holding his hands up in surrender, "We don't want to hurt you," he said slowly, eying the strange dog creature, "We just want to go home."