It starts with a little heartbreak (Lazelk)

Chapter 1

"Hello everybody who just joined the Click Stream!" Muselk announced as he saw a hundred new viewers pop up. "As you can currently see, I am beating the crap outta this poor noob!" 

Crayator was breathlessly laughing, clutching at his sides in agony, "Elliot!" He cried, "He's just a baby! Leave 'im!" He gasped for air, howling. Loserfruit was watching in amusement from the hilltops, smirking as her friends acted like complete idiots with one of the last players in the game. 

"It could be a bot!" Her boyfriend, Marcus, said from her side on the mountain, wanting in on the action, "In which case, we better herd him into the storm."

By now Cray was dying, everyone hearing his poor wheezing as he collapsed onto his desk, practically sobbing. A shot rang out across the battlefield, and it wasn't long before Nathan had been hit, getting knocked down by none other than Lachy Dachy. 

"The bastard!" Muselk shouted, loving how this was turning out. He quickly finished off the noob by the time Cray had passed, and built his way up to join his two remaining friends. "For honour?" He asked, smirking.

"For pride?" Kath asked, turning her character to look at Marcus, who gave a hearty chuckle. 

"For love?" He questioned lovingly, making everyone groan - even the viewers, mind you. 

"For chocolate?" Came Cray's cheeky last minute statement. He stuck his tongue out at his mic when everyone laughed, "I have become the new clown of the group! Charge my minions!"

.

They all died.

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"I think thats enough streaming for one day." Elliot said, listening happily as his friends all laughed through his earpiece. "I'm done with Lachlan forever now, the stupid asshole." He smiled at the camera, waving, "Bye!!!"

Switching off his equipment, he yawned, clicking off the screen to look at his latest video. He rested his chin on his left hand, scrolling mindlessly down the comment section. 

CrayLover - Loved the video! Maybe you could do more with Loserfruit and Cray? You guys make a great team!

YeetKid122 - Hey, does anyone know if Lachlan lives with the Click House? I'd love if he did! 

YoloBitches - @ YeetKid122, Nah, he doesn't. He's not funny enough anyway. I'd prefer LazarBeam to join. 

Muselk smirked, liking both comments. He saw that the chain went deeper and was curious. Clicking onto continue comments, he scrolled down the replies between these two people and more. 

ReaperJack - @ YeetKid122 and @ YoloBitches. Speaking of Lannan, anyone know where he's been? I'm a major fan and he hasn't posted a thing in days!

Septiplier away!! - @ ReaperJack. I think I saw on the end of one of his latest videos saying his was dealing with family stuff, I dunno. Maybe his dog is sick or some shit. 

Elliot by now was frowning. Although it didn't seem like it, Lannan and him where close friends, always texting each other daily to ask how recordings went, or how did Muselk's last date go (It had been a running joke for quite some time). Now he noticed this, is wasn't very LazarBeam to miss out videos, or not text him. Something was up. 

He got up from his desk, shuffling over quickly to bedside table, plucking up his phone with ease. Sliding the password in, he brought up Lannan and his's text messages. They'd last talked five days ago. He frowned, opening the keyboard. This wasn't normal.

'Hey, Lan'.' He sent, waiting for a response. Unless LazarBeam was filming a video, he normally quickly responded, but everything went silent. 'I heard you been dealing with some shit. Wanna tell me?' His eyes lit up when it said that Lannan had read his text, but nothing sprouted from the younger youtuber. 'Please?'

His stiff frown became unloosened when his phone buzzed, telling him LazarBeam wanted to phone him. He swiped right, placing it on speaker. "Hey Lannan." He said cheerily, hoping his good spirits would boost his trigger-happy friend. "What's up?"

Silence followed, and Elliot was just about to see if he had bad internet before a small, quiet sniff broke the silence. "Lan'?" he questioned, "You-"

"My mom died." The smaller said softly, sighing greatly, making Muselk flinch as he imagined his friend curled up in his recording chair, eyes wet and shoulders trembling. He was very close with his mother. Elliot knew that because Lannan hated his father. The reason being was because he was never there when he needed him the most, like Elliot's parents were to him. His whole face softened when he heard a small sob, "A-and n-now." He broke off, hyperventilating harshly. 

Muselk stiffened when he realised he could hear footsteps coming closer to wherever Lannan was. LazarBeam's sister had left a while ago to pursue her life with her new boyfriend, and he knew his friends dog did not make that much noise. "Lan'??" He questioned again, feeling a cold feeling run down his spine as whoever the footsteps belonged to shouted out in anger, voice thick with drunk. 

"M-My dad owns the h-h-house." He whispered, Muselk feeling the shaking, "I can't g-get out."

The door to wherever Lannan was currently hiding was flung open, seeming to sound as if it had been taken off of the hinges, landing behind the phone. LazarBeam's father yelled profanity at the younger youtuber, who Muselk could only imagine was curling up tighter in a ball, fearing for his own safety. A bottle being smashed made the taller male jump up from his seat, eyes wide when Lannan gave no remark, no cry. Nothing. 

The phone was picked up, Muselk hearing it be moved closer to a face, which breathed on its voice recorder. The drunk man snorted, "Talking to another fucking boy, hey? No wonder you fans think your fucking gay, you bitch!" A muffled sound of a shoe hitting flesh could be heard, making Elliot sick to his stomach. "And whoever you are, Elliot." He snarled in what seemed to be satisfaction, "Stay away from my sorry excuse of a son."

The phone cut off, ending with a shrill beep. Muselk stood there for a moment, frozen. His mind was racing with thoughts so much he thought it might burst. He took a shaky breath in. Panicking wouldn't help Lannan. He turned to his room, running around quickly and grabbing multiple things, stuffing them into his rucksack. Grabbing his phone and charger, he flung it into the front part of the bag, picking it all up and charging into Cray's room. 

Crayator jumped, eyes wide. He laughed, "Don't fucking scare me like that, Muse'." He said, but his grin dropped when he saw the panic in his friends face. "What-"

"I'm bringing Lannan here." Muselk said hurriedly, eyes filled with unshed tears. "Something happened at his house. He needs to get out of there as soon as possible. I think he's being abused. I'm leaving now." Everything he said was rushed, so thats why the taller decided to tell Cray out of everyone. He knew Cray understood every bit of panicked nonsense he sprouted from his lips. 

The moustached male nodded swiftly, eyes burned with worry. "Go!" He said, ushering him out, "Where is he going to sleep?" Elliot stopped, looking at everyones room.

"Mine. Its the biggest."

Crayator nodded, completely serious.

~

Muselk ran quickly for the biggest car they had - a large Australian Built LandRover. Chucking his stuff in the side, he got out the GPS and typed in Lannan's address, in which the small computer locked onto quickly, as if sensing the distress. He jolted the car into gear, reversing it out onto the real road, turning it, before heading off onto the nearest motorway.