PewDiePie: The Fighter of YouTube

Chapter 3: The Truth

"Sorry if that hurt, and I don't mean to scare you, but you know, just as well as I do, that you belong here. You don't know why, nor do I, really, but you have a feeling in your stomach that you belong here." The man, whose breath smelt of liquor, said to me.

The man was oddly right, I don't know what my dream was trying to tell me, but I did belong here. As I started breathing right again, he repeated his question.

"Do you know who I am?"

"No, should I?" I asked with a slight raspy voice.

The man ignored my question and responded with an answer to a question I hadn't asked yet, "Good. My name is Felix Kjellberg."

"Kjell- what?" I didn't quite understand how to say his last name.

"Shut the fuck up, no one gets it right, I get it. Just call me Pew- I mean Felix. Call me Felix." The old man seemed sporadic for his age.

He helped me up, and brought me to his living room, and laid me down on his couch, then started to leave the room.

"I will go get you something to drink!" He shouted, yet he was only about 5 steps away from me.

When he got in his kitchen I started looking around, and I noticed he had pictures of him and two other guys. One had green hair, the other had bright pink. He also had a picture of an army. The picture read, "B.R.O. Army."

When he came back he handed me a clear glass, with a clear liquid. I took a big swig, assuming it was water, but as soon as my mouth started burning, I spat it all right back out.

"Is this liquor?!?!" I yelled in disbelief.

"What? I am a drunk, what do you expect. Plus, it'll help with the pain, and who knows, I might get lucky." He said while winking at me. "I'm joking by the way, I used to get in trouble a lot before for saying jokes out of context."

I couldn't tell if he was joking or not, I know he said he was but he already called me a faggot, and now is winking at me. I think this man might be trying to turn me gay. Wait, I think I just pieced together who this guy is.

"You're PewDiePie." I interrupted his weird smile of him trying to convince me it was a joke.

His face went from the awkward smile, to a shocked expression.

"God dammit! I thought you said you didn't know who I was!" He yelled with aggravation.

"The awkwardness, the army, and the unusual sense of humor, I pieced it together." I said in a smart-ass tone.

"You know, that cuts deep, but fair enough. Yes, I am PewDiePie, but believe me when I say, I'm not as bad as everyone says I am." He shook his hands as if he was surrendering.

"Then tell me the story. The truth." I quickly responded, which didn't seem to be what he expected to hear.

"Wait, you mean you actually will sit and listen? You aren't going to try and leave. Cool, here we go. I assume what you've heard is that I started a rebellion, but that isn't completely true. I was a simple business owner, a business that created militaries. Mine was the "Bro Army." We were a bit aggressive, but not violent. The most important thing though, I was the leader of the biggest army in the world. I had a friend, Mark, who had a decent size army too. That's when it all happened. What's now our government, was once both me, Mark, and everyone who was in our line of works employer. At the time they were called YouTube. The reason the "rebellion" started, was YouTube realized what they wanted to do with their millions of armies. They were going to take over, and control everyone. People like me, and Mark, didn't want to do that. So, we came together, and stood our ground against these people. At first, it didn't mean anything we were still non-violent, that is until the strikes started coming. They aren't the same strikes as they are today. Strikes then were spies, they were sent into our military camps, which we called "videos" to stick with the hip trend back then. After they obtained information, which they would do by torturing a commanding officer, they would then destroy the video. Everyone had 3 commanding officers. Mine were Slippy, which got his name because he couldn't control his bladder, kind of like a frog, then there was Maya, the only female commanding officer I had, which on top of that, she was missing an eye. Then, there was Edgar, he was a real piece of shit, but I loved him. He was my son. Anyway, these commanding officers would go between videos, never staying in the same place. This was because they each had a different piece of info that could destroy our army, or "channel." To figure out where they were, YouTube would send in Claims, those were these passive spies who would figure out if a commanding officer was there. If they were, they would call in the Strikes. If they weren't they would shut down the Video themselves, but let everyone live. This was impacting everyone that rebelled, and on top of that, the government hired different agencies to talk bad about me. The DJ Kemstar used to be one of us, but he liked the idea of ruling the world, so he decided to help them. In doing so, my army was losing soldiers, a lot of soldiers, and that's when things got bad. Mark, who went by Markiplier, see we all had our own usernames, originally it was to keep our work life and our personal life separated, but then they mixed so much that we ended up just going by our usernames, but anyway, Markiplier's army started growing bigger than mine, and that's when I did what I now regret. I trained a young man who had rebelled against the government as well, and with all of us constantly losing men to YouTube, I decided I would take him in, and train him, but not to help us fight the government. No, to help me fight Markiplier. See I was on top of the world. I could do whatever, I could say whatever, it didn't matter I had the biggest army in the world. Until Mark started getting close to being bigger. So, I trained this man named Sean, he went by JackSpeticEye, but I put him under a secret code name of Jack Spedicy. His goal was to eliminate Mark, and he did. He destroyed him in no time. See we all learned over time how to fight. I was the most well trained because I travelled most, saw different styles, and had the most diverse military. So, Jack's training came from me. When he later approached me, he asked me why I sent him to kill a friend. That's when I told him that it was because his army had grown bigger than mine, but what I had failed to realize was that Jack's army had also grown close to the size of mine. Once I had told Jack the reasoning, he got scared that I would do the same, so he tried to attack me. I ended up making my own worst enemy. We fight endlessly, and I was on the verge of death when I pulled out the fist. The fist was this weapon that I had created, I could only use it once, but what it would do is use the force of my entire army on the person. The thing is, and I had forgotten this seeing I was a drunkard then too, but I had created a palm version for Jack. We never did lab test to see what happened if they collided, but it happened. The result was both of our armies died. On the spot. They didn't even know what hit them. Jack loved his army, and he dropped to his knees, and cried at the fact that he had lost them all. I was cold hearted at this point, and I had been betrayed too much to feel remorse. Looking back at it, I hated what I did, but I can't change what happened. Anyway, as Jack was on his knees crying, I walked up behind him, and snapped his neck. I realized I had no army now, but I figured another big army would battle YouTube, but I was wrong. Apparently, the other people under YouTube, we called ourselves YouTubers, they gave up. They thought if three of the biggest YouTuber's in our department would destroy each other, and betray each other like we did, they had no hope, so they surrendered. Little did anyone know that surrendering meant death. If you hadn't sided with YouTube from the beginning then they destroyed both you and your channel. Millions died because of my greed, and I regret it. But, I think that's where you come into play." He said, drying up the tears in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I assume you had a dream of things you've seen today, telling you to come here. Well, I did too. I think it's fate, or destiny, or whatever telling me, that you are the one that will take down the new government." Felix said, starting to create a smile.

"And how do you expect me to do that?" I asked, moving to sit up on the couch.

"I will train you," He said with a smile, "and you will create the new rebellion, the new regime."