"We're here" Gulshan said, rubbing Felix's warm, sweaty shoulder.
"I know." he replied, staring at the modern, white house before him. It looked as if once it was full of life, joy. But now, weeds grew out of every window and the white paint was chipped, cracks forming all over it.
Before Felix could doubt himself, Steve pushed him back to the wall of the Jachter. He reached into his bag and pulled out two large latex suits.
"Put it on, Felix. Its grease will help us be more agile."
He stripped off his torn up prison rags. The suit fit him like a glove, and he quickly slithered into the black , full body suit. It felt tight around his beaten-up body, but felt somehow comforting to him. On the side of his leg was written "iDubbbz the great" in grey cursive.
"Steve, who's iDubbbz the great?"
He stopped undressing himself and turned to Felix.
"A long deceased god. He was taken down by Edgar many moons ago. I was his apprentice, actually. But that was eons ago. These suits are all i have left of him."
"Oh, I'm sorry Steve. That sounds so sad..."
"Don't worry about it. Lets worry about how we are gonna get into this house."
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Felix and Steve slid down a rope that was attached to the still hovering Jahcter. Gulshan flew down beside them, anxious as he could be.
Once their feet touched the ground on the street in front of the house, Felix could take in how big the house actually was. There were Jake Paul signs scattered around in front of the gate. They looked centuries old, degrading into the concrete. There were vines covering the garage door, growing up all the way to the roof, wrapping around the windows and doors like uninvited guests.
"So where is the sauce bottle?" Gulshan said, completely unphased by the horrific state of the house.
"Uhhh, I think it's somewhere in Nick Crompton's room. I heard one of Miss Colombia's minions mention it." Steve said.
"Come to think of it, what happened to Nick Crompton?"
"Well, Jake Paul kicked him out. He managed to get a last minute flight back to his home-city, England."
Before Felix could reply, there was a large thud from the overgrown trees that sat beside him. Fear plunged itself into his meek little heart, but he stood strong.
"WHOS THERE?" he bellowed into the jungle.
They heard more cracks and rustles.
"WE HAVE WEAPONS! DON'T COME ANY CLOSER!"
He kept his eyes glued onto the trees. A small hand came out from around the vines, and out came Felix's saviour, Alysha Derecourt.
"Hurry, I'm here to help Felix. They know where you are, get the sauce before it's too late!"
"Can we trust her?" Steve asked. Felix grabbed Alysha's hand.
"You've always been so kind to me Alysha. Let's go."
Alysha's eyes lit up with hope as they made their way through the Team 10 house, up the winding staircases until they reached the roof. At this point, the wind was howling and the raindrops were pelting harder than they ever had before. The second they stepped out from under the cover, they were absolutely drenched from head to toe.
"EDGAR!" Steve Harvey bellowed. "SHOW YOURSELF, YOU COWARD."
A sudden wave of darkness towered over them as King Edgar the Conqueror apparated right to the spot.
Felix felt a surge of power from his veins into his palms. He didn't know what came over him, but before he ever said a word to Edgar, he flung himself up into the sky, catapulting himself into Edgar's large knob, knocking the once undefeatable king to the floor.
Steve Harvey stepped back in surprise.
"What is this Felix? What are you?"
The light from his asshole shone down on Steve Harvey.
"A super saiyan. A super saiyan... god."
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50 Shades Of Felix
Fanfiction4 terrifying henchmen. An almighty being watching over the clouds. 2 super-morphed villians. All of these are out to get Felix Kjellberg, a mourning young Swedish YouTuber who feels there is no where safe for him after he betrayed his powerful ex-do...