Vita et Mors - Danisnotonfire and AmazingPhil Fanfiction

Chapter 50

A/N: chapter 50 already! Wow! Maybe. There's something I should mention. I've been working on a separate fanfic (Marcus Butler) when I'm not writing this. I've decided this has to come to an end at some point, so I'm working towards the end. Sniff. I would write this forever if I could. It probably won't end for a bit, though, I'm still working towards them creating their very own families. Awww. How cute - a family that doesn't even exist electronically yet!

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(Gemma's POV)

It was two months since Sophie had been diagnosed with pulmonary hypertension. She was apparently a lot better, I wouldn't really know.

We'd postponed the one million video as Sophie had to be monitored 24/7. She'd still managed to meet up with Alfie and Marcus, but she was currently editing all our parts together.

It was all too obvious what Luke and I had done. We'd focused on pranking, because, seriously ;) who doesn't like a good prank? Apart from the victi- prank receivers, they don't count.

I'd done a bit of a Q&A, before cramming in as many pranks as I could into fifty minutes of footage. Needless to say, we'd hired a few extra cleaners this month. Even so, we did need the carpet refitting. And wasn't it a good thing that the walls required repainting? This meant we could ensure they matched the carpet!

Ethan had said he wouldn't fly me around for another month after I spray-painted his helicopter neon pink with 'Fly Me, Chicks' written on the side.

Luke had deemed it necessary to dump us down the stairs every morning. It had finally stopped when I removed the wheels on my bed.

Also, I had put food dye in all the food, which wouldn't come off the skin, resulting in having to eat in a peculiar fashion to ensure they didn't have blue, red, yellow or green skin, or any other colour I'd used.

Luke had once flooded the corridors, with water that seemed suspiciously red. We'd been forced to climb out down the walls of the house before coming back inside to kill him.

I'd found a way to get speakers all over the house to sing Christmas songs, all different and badly. These were just a few of the things, but I was still in the dark as to the rest of our siblings' videos.

"Done!" Sophie said, coming into the library (where we spent a lot of time) with a memory stick.

"You managed to put it in one memory stick?" Jason asked disbelievingly. Turned out Sophie had payed the money to have a 1 terra bite memory stick.

"Let's upload it!" Sophie said, plugging it into the computer in the library.

Ten minutes later, it was done. We all tweeted out about it. People were commenting that we were crazy, six hours? We personally enjoyed it. I'd done pranks, so had Luke, Sophie had documented the new Malfie family and done lots of Q&A. Jason had secretly filmed lots of YouTubers (how he managed to do that, I dreaded to think), and put the most embarrassing secret parts in his hour, Ethan had flown around, chasing David, who had gone out to sea in a boat to find as many different animals as possible, and dyed his hair neon pink to match his helicopter.

"Huh. Everyone's saying they don't believe I'm ill," Sophie huffed. "I wonder why."

I leaned over to look. She was right. "There's no physical evidence? You were fit in Italy? Bullsh*t. Haters gonna hate, and all that," I said.

"Language," Ethan murmured, causing the start of a tickle war.

I lost.

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