Hey guys! This is probably a story for a fandom you weren't expecting me to write for! Well, uh, it isn't exactly for the actual game. It is, but it isn't.

As you could probably tell by the summary, the YouTubers Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, and H2ODelirious are in here! This story also implies Septiplier, and though I regret to say it, H2Ovanoss is not a thing here, though I find it really cute and no matter how many times I tried to find a way to put it in here, I just couldn't figure it out. UGH!

Also, this story was proof-read by AJGaming (TheAwesomeMat), so all the credit doesn't go just to me.

This story is split into 5 parts, and each part will be started and finished within one month, so it will take 5 months to complete. Each part has a different number of chapters, so the publishing schedule will randomize each month. I'll tell you guys what it will be at the start of each new part.

WARNINGS!: strong language, blood and violence, non-proper game play, and other made-up nonsense. (future warnings added)

Part One

Start Of Hell

Schedule: Tuesday, Thursday, Friday

Chapter 1: The Players

She was seen as a normal person in public, but when you looked at Avery Mellon's (Pronounced like saying mel-lawn) private, at home life, you could feel bad for her. Avery's little brother, Danny, had recently died in a car accident and since then, her parents haven't been the same. Her father, Frank, had become a drunk, and her mother, Mary, was hardly ever home. When Avery's mother was home, she was either asleep or looking for something to distract herself with.

Quite honestly, though, Avery didn't mind as much as most other kids would. She got what she wanted most of the time, and didn't ever blame her parents for the depressing changes. Avery Mellon was 14 ½ and ever since her seven year old brother had died in that car accident with her father's sister (more reason to become a drunk for him), she spent most of her time inside her bedroom, usually on her new laptop. Sometimes all day even. It wasn't that difficult with it only being the middle of June. What Avery did in the time on her computer, was play video games or watch other people play them on YouTube.

The game that Avery played the most was called Dead By Daylight, and she always played at least one round every day. Other than that, Avery didn't play any other horror games at all, but she did watch three other people play them quite often on YouTube. Just three subscriptions was all there was on her account, and she suspected that they were all well known. Although two of them were more than one.

Seemingly famous for claiming the title of "The King of Five Nights at Freddy's" was none other than Markiplier. The almost twenty-seven year old man with dark hair dyed partly red had made a name for himself with that game, and the world seemed to have just gone with it. Avery never missed a new video on his channel, no matter what it was for.

And then there was the Ireland dwelling, green haired, Irish Jacksepticeye, whom practically everyone shipped with Mark. Avery was what most fan-girls would probably call "rare", as she didn't actually ship Septiplier. Not in that way at least. Avery saw Jack and Mark as really cute friends and all, but she couldn't really stand the thought of yaoi, or gay shipping. Though she wasn't really sure why.

And finally, there was the partly psychotic one, H2ODelirious. Avery didn't actually think that he was literally crazy, despite the fact that he said himself that he was psychopathic on his twitter account. Avery liked to believe that H2ODelirious was just crazy when he was playing games, like he was "game crazy" or something like that. Of her three subscriptions, H2ODelirious had played Dead By Daylight the most, and was also the reason she was into it. Now Avery believed she would give almost anything to get the chance to play a game with him, Mark, or Jack.

It was obvious that Avery clearly loved to watch these three YouTubers, because there were several drawings and other pictures of Mark's pink mustache and Septic Sam plastered on every wall in her room, and a plastic mask that matched H2ODelirious' sitting on the corner of her bed along with a shirt for him at the moment. Even if Avery got that one-in-a-trillion chance to play something with any of them, it most likely wouldn't be anything too violent, considering that she was only 14 ½, even though she didn't look it.

Avery had shoulder length, wavy orange hair and bright blue eyes. Her skin had a slight tannish tone to it, and she was nearly 5'3''. Avery's body was also more matured than most other 14 year olds.

But there was also the fact that she started puberty earlier than most kids did.

Under the darkened sky of L.A., one of Avery's favorite three YouTubers was just getting himself ready to head into bed. Mark Edward Fischbach was just brushing his teeth when his dog, Chica, came padding in. She sat at his feet and looked up at her owner with expectant eyes. Mark looked back down at her for a moment before finishing his current task. Once done, he bent down and scratched her behind the ears, receiving a few face-licks in turn.

Mark smiled at his dog and then stood up again to leave his bathroom, turning off the light behind him as Chica followed behind. Before Mark got to his bedroom, Chica had trotted ahead of him and jumped on his bed, then lay down. She looked back at Mark with an innocent expression. Mark looked back at her.

"Ready before me, are you?" Mark asked her.

Chica lowered her head a little and wagged her tail, as if hearing the slightest noise from Mark made her happy. Mark gave a small chuckle before climbing into bed next to his dog.

Meanwhile, across the Atlantic Ocean, Sean William McLoughlin was still awake in the country of Ireland. Sean, or as everyone called him, Jack, was now setting up his computer in front of his table where he had some extra room for the video he was about to record. As crazy as he might not seem, Jack still did some pretty weird things, like he was now.

Jack started the recording session, which gave him three. . . two. . . one. . .

Jack slapped the air before saying, "Top o' the mornin' to ya, laddies! My name is Jacksepticeye and today I will be doing the helium balloon challenge." Jack finished his intro before pulling a few helium balloons onto the screen.

"You're probably wondering why I'm doing this, but actually Mark dared me ta do it," Jack explained. "Fookin' bastard," he added quietly, half to himself. "Okay, so Mark, Bob, Wade, and I were caught up in a crazy game of Truth-or-Dare during Prop Hunt, and despite myself, I chose dare, so Mark told me ta do this, and now I'm doing it. I hope you're happy Mark!" Jack shouted the last sentence at the camera.

He took one of the balloons from off his table and looked determined, but nervously into the camera.

"Here I go," he said, putting his mouth over the opening of one of the balloons. "This feels weird," he said in his still normal voice before continuing. "I just know that I'm going ta sound really weird because of my accent." He said a moment later, his voice having raised a pitch.

After a few more inhales, Jack's voice had turned extra high-pitched and squeaky, and when he spoke into the camera, he knew what Mark would say about his helium voice. For the next fifteen minutes, Jack continued with his challenge video, saying random things in the helium voice for the humor of it added in with his Irish accent. After a bit of time passed, he began to feel really dizzy.

"Oh, I feel like I'm goin ta pass out," Jack said in a barely normal voice. He practically was, as he had to grab onto his table to hold himself up straight just so he wouldn't fall over. Although, it didn't do him much good, as in the next moment, Jack had passed out and fallen to the floor.

As Jack lay passed out on his floor, and Mark slept with his dog, someone else was trying to stay awake. Jonathan Dennis was sitting at his computer, talking with his friend Luke, or CaRtOoNz, who was quickly noticing the drop in Jonathan's focus.

"Del, are you okay?" Luke asked, confused.

"What?!" Jonathan jumped back to what he was supposedly doing. "I'm fine, awake." He said, half-consciously.

"You sure?" Luke asked with concern. "Because even though you're wearing your Jason Mask, I'm sure that you look pretty tired." He said.

"I said I'm fine, Luke! Really!" Jonathan exclaimed, actually sounding more awake than he really was. Luke, of course, wasn't convinced, because it was then that Jonathan put the forehead of his mask on the palm of his hand. Jonathan's eyes must have drifted shut, because Luke raised an eyebrow when his friend's head started sliding down his arm. When his head hit the desk, Jonathan cried, "I'm okay!" before trying to straighten himself.

Luke gave a huff of laughter. "Sure you are. You should get some sleep, and I'll talk to you tomorrow. Okay?" He said.

"Okay." Jonathan yawned beneath his mask.

Luke ended the skype call, and Jonathan blinked slowly at his desktop. Jonathan never showed his face to anyone, except for his family and Luke, though on occasion he would wear his mask when talking with his other friends over skype if he was using the video chat instead of keeping his camera covered. He never used a webcam for his YouTube videos, so his face was the only thing that his fans didn't know.

Secretive. Mysterious. And partly psycho. His name made sense in more ways than one, H2ODelirious. He was more of a mystery than most people would think.

As this "identity unknown" YouTuber struggled to keep his eyes open, he was slowly letting his head lower onto the surface of his desk. Jonathan's right arm, which had been propped upright, dropped onto his keyboard. It wasn't long before he was finally out, snoring lightly.

As Mark slept with Chica, Jack lay passed out on his apartment floor, and Delirious was dozing at his computer, Avery herself was just getting ready for bed. Every night she would write in her diary about how she was coping with the loss of her brother, Danny, and parents' depressing actions. But not today, not this time. Avery was writing, for the very first time in her diary, a wish. But not just any wish; her heart's most deepest desired wish. To get the chance to meet them.

June 17th, 2016.

Today, I have made the decision that I'm going to try to go to the next upcoming con that Markiplier and Jacksepticeye are going to. I so desperately want to meet them in person, and I'll admit that I'm jealous of the fans that already have. From what I've heard, H2ODelirious doesn't go to cons. If he does, then it can't be too often, otherwise I'm sure I'd hear about it.
I play Dead By Daylight every single day in hopes that I might end up in a round with him. If that ever happened, I would figure out what character he was, and then never leave his side. I hope that doesn't sound too weird.
I guess I would probably give anything just to get to see Markiplier, Jacksepticeye, and H2ODelirious. If there is something that I can do to get to meet them, I would do it. Heh, I guess I'm one of those crazy "will do anything" girls, huh? I feel the same about Danny.
I would do anything to get my little brother back.

-Avery M.

When Avery was finished writing in her entry for the night, she closed and locked the secret keeping book. For a few moments, she held it pressed under her nose with her eyes closed, breathing deeply, wishing with all her might that what she'd written just now would become a goal, and then that goal would get completed.

Avery opened her eyes again and looked down at the light pink fabric cover of her journal. She placed it inside her bedside table drawer, and then clicked off her lamp. She lay down and got herself comfortable under the light blanket and drifted off into an unsuspecting sleep.

Unsuspecting because of what happened next.

Inside the drawer, Avery's diary had started glowing in a magical kind of way (sounds cliche, I know) and had started vibrating wildly. A white beam shot out from the pink colored book and soared into the blackened night sky, splitting into four separate beams that all flew off in different directions.

One beam turned and went straight back down towards Avery, covering her from head to toe in white light before dispersing into thin air. The same thing happened with the other three beams, which went to Mark, Jack, and Jonathan. Once the beams were gone, nothing seemed to have happened. The four people were just the same as before, but there was one thing that was different.

The question was, what had the beams done?