In this book, you are 12 year old, Y-N L-N. Kidnapped by Dark and Anti, you must escape from that they have planned for you, before they succeed. With the help from friends, new and old, you may get past these Demons and let the story unfold.
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(The girl in the vid is me, the girl on the phone is my best friend, Trin. Check me out at Team 8. And, tell me what Tyler's Alter-Egos' name is. For now, Imma call him R-Tyler.)
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Dark's POV
They take the child out of the room, her screaming ceases. "Now, Markimoo, we could do this the easy way, or the hard way," I start, pacing slowly in front of the YouTube star.
I stop in front of him, bending down to his level. "Give me control of your channel...or I'll kill the kid." I threaten him.
His eyes wide in shock. Tears stream down his face. Ah, how I love that expression.
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Your POV
They drag me away, no words said. I've finally given up and let them take me to...actually, I don't know where.
"Hey...can you at least tell me where you're uh...taking me?" I ask. They stay silent. "Com'on...don't leave a girl hanging..." I growl at BlankGamePlays. I'll just call him Blank.
We walk up to a door and on it, I can faintly see the words, 'Dr.Schneeplstein's Office'. I groan, "Oh...Schneep..."
Blank opens the door and I see a doctor's office and a surgical table. Probably not good.
"Henrik...we have a guest." Blank says, raising his voice a little. I hear a clang noise and then Schneep pops his head out. "Ah! A new test subject! Zank you verry much, you can go, Blank. You too...R-Tyler." Schneep says.
My eyes go wide. "What?! Test subject?! Nope! I am not being a freaking guinea pig!" I protest. Of course, Schneep ignores me.
He grabs my hand and pulls me around his lab, mumbling shit like, "Yes, yes." And, "Verry good, yes."
I try to pull my hand away but he keeps a good hold. "Henrik...let go! I don't want to be a test subject!" I growl, venom lacing my voice.
I can be pretty scary at times, and this was a time. I can feel my Alter-Ego trying to get loose. Her name is Y-A-E-N. (A-N: Your Alter Ego Name.)
She looks kinda like a mix between Dark and Anti. It's kinda hard to explain. She has dark hair, my face, and a bit of glitch to her.
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I growl at myself, "No, Y-A-E-N. You can't have control. Not yet, anyways." I hear a scoff in my head. "Ugh, fine. But, I will have it soon. Bye-Bye, Bucky!" She mused.
I roll my eyes. She always calls me that, ever since 6th grade. My science teacher always called me Bucky, and eventually the name caught on.
I snap out of my thoughts, hearing the doctor yell, "Yes! I've vound it! Now, ve can begin ze operation!"
