Youtubers in school

The sad starts :(

Felix Kjellberg woke with a start. He had just had another of his regular nightmares. The one where he watches his parents get slaughtered right in front of him. He ran into into his parents room, to be met wit a stench and sight so horrific he wished he had never woken up. GORE WARNING!

His fathers head was taped to the light on the ceiling. His intestines were wrapped around what was left of his face and stretched to the doorknob to the en suite bathroom. This made some kind of rope, where his hands and feet were pegged up, like a washing line. Felix' fathers torso was trapped in one of the wardrobe doors. Bones were scattered everywhere. His mothers eyes looked down from the doorframe. The head was on the pillow, as if the murderer had wanted to mock them. Her intestines were replacing the ropes for the blinds. Her organs were stuck onto the fan slowly spinning round, and every so often, Felix would here a slopping squelch as it hit the intestine washing line. He screamed and started banging on the walls. Now his hands were covered in blood. He shrieked again and again. He ran into his room and showered for two hours straight, screaming and crying. He washed away the blood. But still he kept scrubbing. He rubbed himself raw, trying to clean himself of the sights, of the memories. No one could hear the screams of pain. Felix dragged himself away from the water, and sat shivering in clothes and layers of blankets. No one had walked down this road for a week. No one knew. Felix knew he was alone because of a small hole in the wall. Each day he stared at it, hoping someone would come. Suddenly, a man in a Trench coat and a brown fedora walked along. He turned and stared straight at Felix' face. The orphan had his eye pressed up against the hole. The mysterious man stooped down and stared gravely into Felix' eyes.
"You, young man, are in a bit of a pickle, aren't you?" Felix nodded.
"Are you alone?" Felix nodded again.
"Stand back!" The man said. Felix retreated to the other side of the room.
Suddenly the mans foot came crashing through the wall. He continued to break away parts of the wall, until the gap was big enough to get through. Slowly, with a hand stretched out reassuringly, the man clambered into the room. He started to inch towards Felix. Felix suddenly burst into action. Before he knew what was happening, the man found himself cradling Felix as they sank down onto the floor.

Ken snuck into the wall again. Whispering to himself, e started searching. "Where are you?"
Finally, he came across a festered old slice of white bread. Although now it was green, brown and white. He scoffed it down as fast as he could. He slowly crushed himself back through the gap in the wall. His raw hands and yellowing skin distressed him. Struggling to keep the bread down, he started sobbing. His bloodshot eyes could hardly squeeze out one measly tear. He drifted in and out of an uncomfortable sleep like trance. He saw the silhouette of a man. A man with a fedora and trench coat. The same man (although he didnt know it) that Felix Kjellberg would meet the next day.

Michelle screamed in rage. Her mother was chasing her with a broken glass bottle.
"Get back here, you b**** from HELL!" Her mother slurred. Michelle slammed the bathroom door, and locked it. This was the only place she felt remotely safe. After another hour of shrieking and smashing of glass, there was a muffled thump. The scared 14 year old slipped open the door to find her mother lying, slumped against the wall. Blood trickled down the side off her face. Michelle checked her pulse, something she had to do quite often. Nothing. She checked again. Again. Again. No! No this couldn't be! Michelle lay down next to her deceased mother. She sobbed silently. As much as her mother abused her, Michelle always loved her, always thought she would change one say. Michelle Smith always trusted that one day her mum would stop, say sorry and cry wit her. Ee mother would take care of her infected wounds, and address her problems, try and fix them. But in all this, the young girl never thought her mother would die. After an hour or two, she heard a light knock at the door. A man stood. On his head was a brown fedora, and he wore a trench coat.
"Hello, my dear!" Michelle stared at the man in shock.
"Do you want a bit of help?" Michelle nodded slightly, and broke down, falling into the mans arms. He just held her, whilst she cried and cried.Someone knew she was here. Someone wanted to help her!

A/N sorry about the depressing back stories, guys! Hopefully, we will see some slight improvement in their lives!
Comment who else you want to see in this story, and if you want a sad backstory, add that in too! I am already adding Marzia, Dlive, Krism and Cry, so if you want a certain backstory for them, comment that.
Does the school have something to do with the Fedora guy?