Super YouTube Ronpa 2

Unexpected

"W-What the hell was that?" Felix stuttered out.

"I...I have no clue." Mark mumbled in return,  staring at the screen in shock.

"Felix? Uh, other guy?" Someone called out from just outside of the room.

Upon turning around, Felix and Mark landed eyes upon none other than Joey Graceffa. "Oh, there you are. We all agreed to meet in the entrance hall so we could recap everything that's been going on." He explained.

"Okay, we'll, uh, we'll be there in a second." Felix replied.

Joey left the two, walking off down the hall towards the entrance hall. Felix and Mark simply looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

"They aren't going to believe us." Mark commented.

"They're going to have to, I guess." Felix answered, then followed Joey suit.

Mark followed after Felix. The two arrived into the entrance hall where everyone else was waiting already. The way Jon and Mark shifted far away from each other was fairly noticeable.

"So, anyone wanna share what they found out lately? Cause I got nothing." Shane admitted with a shrug.

"Me neither." Joey added in.

"Nothing." Phil sighed.

"Nope." Jon chimed in.

"Well, Krism and I were looking at Joey's video again, and we noticed something that's probably important." Minx confessed, gaining the attention of everyone else in the room.

"Really? What was it?" Phil asked.

"Well, all of us could be seen in the background except for two of us. At one time or another, we were all there except for Pewds and Cry." Krism filled in for Minx.

All eyes turned to Felix, giving him a familiar feeling. "D-Don't tell me you guys are gonna blame me for all this again. Cause that's b-bullshit." The blonde retorted, though his fight came out nervously.

"We'd never do that, Felix." Mark assured.

"Yeah, sorry, it's just kind of an instinct." Shane confessed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Okay, good." Felix let out a breath of air.

The group sat silently for a few moments, trying to recover from the events. However, the silence was broken by an unexpected noise.

Thump.

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Thump.

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Thump.

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"Open this damn door!"

A familiar voice went along with the constant thumping. And yet, where was it coming from?

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Thump.

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Thump.

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Thump.

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The front door.

Someone was knocking at the front door.

"Ahem, hello?" Felix asked timidly, but managed to speak over the knocking.

"Felix?! Hey, get that damn machine to let me in!" The voice shouted, ceasing his pounding for the moment being.

"Cry?" The Swede pondered aloud.

"Yeah, yeah, it's me. Look, I fucked up, okay? I fucked up big time. I lied, and I just really messed up. You have to let me in there so I can fix everything." Cry pleaded through the steel plated door.

"Okay, okay! Hey, open the door!" Felix shouted to no one in particular while trying to speak with the radio.

"Nope!" The radio responded, perched where it had been the very first day.

"What? Why?! I won, remember? You have to let me in and out whenever I want to!" Felix fought in confusion.

"You won level one, dear PewDiePie. This is level two, if you recall." The electronic teased wickedly.

"Fuck..." Felix mumbled quietly.

"Okay, it's okay. I know this building pretty well. I'll just find another way in. I'll see you then." Cry responded, followed by the sound of footsteps running away.

"Cry, wait!" Felix attempted to halt his friend, but it was too late, and the masked man had already taken off.

"Well. That was...unexpected." Phil said, just as confused as Felix had been.

"No shit." Felix replied with a roll of the eyes.

"Anyways, Felix and I have something I think you guys will wanna hear." Mark spoke up, reminding Felix of what had happened earlier.

Felix looked out to the crowd, and told his tale word for word of what had happened. In the end, all he received were disbelieving faces from his peers.

"It sounds crazy, but it's true. We'd show you the video, but I'm pretty sure we can't anymore." Mark said quietly.

"No, it's okay, we believe you guys." Joey insisted, though his tone wasn't precisely reassuring.

"So, I guess that's it, right?" Phil questioned, looking around at everyone.

The others gave a nod or another form of agreement, and everyone began to clear out of the room. Before they left, Felix noticed Shane quite obviously whisper something to Jon, though no one could be sure what he was saying but Shane and Jon themselves. Jon nodded in response, not looking at Shane, but over to Mark. Then the two separated and went in completely opposite directions.

The Swedish male couldn't be sure, but it seemed as though Shane had just confirmed Jon's stories to be true. Now the entire group most likely thought he and Mark were completely insane. Had he really lost their trust so easily?

Either way, that wasn't a very big priority at the moment, they all still had to focus on who had done all this, or more likely, with the new-found evidence, what had done all this.

"Hey Felix, we're all eating together, if you want to come." Phil's British accented voice snapped Felix out of his thoughts.

"S-Sure..." Felix mumbled in return.

The blonde walked past Phil into the kitchen, where everyone sat except for two.

"Hey, where'd Joey and Mark go?" Felix questioned, not finding a trace of either of the two.

"I'm right here!" Mark announced as he walked into the room.

"Okay, but where's Joey?" Shane asked, looking around for the blonde.

Thud.

Ahh!

These were the two sounds that responded to Shane's question.

"Was that...?" Jon trailed off, not wanting his suspicion to be true.

"I fucking hope not." Shane replied, and took off out of the room.

The others quickly followed, and eventually found themselves just outside the weight room. The door was slightly ajar. Inside the door was something quite unusual. There in the doorway was the very same barbell that had been used as a weapon months ago, hanging from the doorway by a string. Upon entering the room, the group found Joey Graceffa lying on the ground with his forehead bleeding constantly.

"Joey! Holy shit!" Shane exclaimed, and ran up to his friend.

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