Chapter 3

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Jordan suddenly heard a noise in his recording room, "Cierra, please stay out of there."

"What, out of my bedroom?" Came the reply.

He sighed, walking over to it, "Bethany, if that's-"

He opened the door to the room and stepped back slightly, before hurrying upstairs to his siblings. "Uhh, guys? I think we have a problem."

Cierra walked out of her bedroom, iPad in hand. "What is it, Jordan? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

He nodded, "I have..."

Isaac ran up the stairs, making a huge racket. "Jordan, I think you should see this!"

His eyes fixed on the stairs, "I know..."

"What is it?" Bethany emerged from the sitting room*. "I was watching the television!"

"This is a bit more important than the telly." Isaac muttered.

"Umm... Am I intruding on anything? Because if I am I can always go back downstairs..."

Cywren stood in the doorway.

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Cywren looked around, taking in the scene. One of them had to be Venturian. That was the only name he ever gave.

This was different to what she was used to. The walls were clean and the air tasted strange. So this was where Venturian lived.

All four people in front of her stood staring, like she was a ghost. Getting annoyed, she said, "Well are you just gonna stand there? I'm not a ghost you know!"

When they didn't move, Cywren decided that she may as well find out something, "Are any of you Venturian?"

One of the girls nodded and pointed to a guy with a blue t-shirt that had a strange message on it. It read: 'I don't care. Imma bird.'

"You?" She asked and he nodded, still staring at her. He wasn't really as she'd expected, but then again, no one ever is.

Then he started to say something in the familiar voice she knew, "Are you... Are you Cywren Caster?"

"Well... Yes, I should hope so." She replied.

"Umm... But that's not possible..."

"Why not?"

"Because..."

"What he means to say is that you only exist in a video game series that he makes for YouTube." Cierra jutted in.

Cywren looked at her disbelievingly, "No, actually. Why wouldn't it be possible? It's possible for him to get inside my head, isn't it?"

Venturian gulped, "So you actually did hear me?"

"Yes, why wouldn't I?"

"This is going to take some explaining..."

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*or TV room, or lounge. Whatever you'd like to call it.

Hey guys, Naomi here!

So I'd like to thank @XxR5-VT-DaleksxX for being the first reader, commenter and voter of this story. :D I'm glad you like it!!

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Naomi xxx

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