Fortnite Apocalypse: THE COLLECTION

Fortnite Apocalypse: The Forever Road Trip

The figure walked towards him, with a hatchet that glowed in the dark. Jacob did a flip kick and hit the person across the face, giving off a crack sound. "Huh... You're not dead..." The figure phased into thin air, and Jacob dove onto the ground. A slash was heard through the air, and he had realized he was lucky to have avoided the slash. The figure rushed over to Owen, and Jacob attempted to dash and dive over Owen to protect him, but he felt something sharp plunged into his neck. It was a tranquilizer. "You... Son of a... Bi-..."

- JapBaseball as Kenny
- Poppy0lar as Patrick
- NickofName as Daniel

Jacob awoke in a dimly lit up room, and upon closer inspection, he realized it was a cell. It seemed like an abandoned prison cell. "W-What? Where the hell am I?" His eyes wandered around the place, and a dripping sound could be heard. He looked toward the bars, and he saw someone staring back at him. "Arlin." "Jacob." "What the hell do you want from me and where are we?" Jacob stared at him with an angry glare. Arlin stood there, not saying a word. Jacob pointed his finger toward him. "Explain what the he-", Jacob suddenly stared at his arm in surprise. He had a normal arm, not a prosthetic one. He examined it closely. Tan skin, a bit too thin, a mole on the right side of it, and hairs growing along it. "This is my arm, before it was chopped off. This is some kind of dream, so I must be able to wake up, right?" He pinched himself, but he still felt the pinch.

Jacob stared in silence. Arlin let off a smirk, and adjusted his clothes a bit. "Well, I gotta get going, but I'll give you a hint; You were partially right about the dream, but it's not exactly a dream." Arlin then walked down the hall, and out of sight, as Jacob pressed against the bars to get more in view. "Well shit, but what does he mean it's similar to a dream?" A droplet of liquid fell onto the ground, and he immediately turned around. "Why the hell are there cracks leaking water from the ceiling?" Jacob examined the cracks.

"These are astronomical! Holy shit!" Jacob wiped his finger on the water then licked it. "That's normal water..." Jacob looked out the barred windowsill of the cell, and saw nothing but darkness out there. "I don't know what the hell to do and how to get out of here..." Jacob bonked his head on the brick wall over and over again. Jacob remembered. "You were partially right about the dream, but it's not exactly a dream." "What the hell does he mean by that!?" Jacob hit his arm against the prison bars of the cell. They easily split open like string cheese. Jacob widened his eyes. "I... Totally meant to do that..."

Jacob threw his hands forward and pushed the bars to the side. He looked down the hallway of the prison, it was dark and very quiet, the only exception of sound being his breathing, footsteps, and water droplets around the prison. "This feels like... Kenopsia... No wait, this IS Kenopsia..." Jacob nervously walked down the hall of the prison. He looked at the cells on each side, all of them empty. "What the hell happened here...?"

Suddenly, an echo ringed out through his head, becoming louder and louder, eventually screaming his name. The surroundings around Jacob jiggled around like jelly, and he was walking towards the exit. "AGHH, IT HURTS! IT F***ING HURTS!" Jacob groaned in pain and fell onto the cold floor, as the ringing trampled his own mind. Blood spewed from his ears, as it became louder and louder. The noise was becoming so loud, Jacob's body had become immovable. He couldn't move at all. "I NEED TO END IT BEFORE I DIE! MAKE IT STOP!", he thought. Suddenly, the noise stopped.

The ringing still presided in his ears, and he looked behind him. There were red, glowing eyes staring right back at him through the cells. Jacob turned around to get out through the prison exit, but as he did, all he saw was a concrete wall. Not a trace of a door ever being there. He turned back around and the prison was gone. It was pure darkness. Suddenly, he started falling through the darkness, and his hair flew everywhere from the wind. The air was flying against Jacob's clothes, and he could barely move while falling.