V: Yep, this is a story about us. Team 6! And yes, this guy does not own us. He's using the first letter of our main names of our channels. Here's everyone who's going to be in this story, well this chapter because we don't know where this is going.

V: VanossGaming/Evan. That's me.

W: I AM WILDCAT/Tyler. Waddup!

B: BasicallyIDoWrk/Marcel. Hey guys!

T: Terroriser/Brian. TOP OF THE MORNING TO YA!

N: Dathi De Nogla. Really, Brian? Well, hello!

H: H20 Delirious. What's up, everybody!?

V: And this is the creator of the stories in this profile.

Hamza: Yep, it's me. I won't be in the story, don't worry. So, let's get this story started! Also, the beginning might seem familiar to you guys. And if you're wondering, picture them as their character in the Team 6 animation, also they're actually popular, unlike the original three episode series. Also, a quick shoutout to greenbudbowl on DeviantArt for the cover of this story. Now, let's get to it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Vanoss or any of his friends, nor am I any of them. This is just a made up story. I wish I got to play with them. I know you all do too. Some do get the chance on Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, if they're lucky.

Chapter 1: The Letter

It was now five in the morning at the Team 6 house, the only one up was Vanoss as he was staring into a camera.

"Hey yo, what's up everybody, it's ya boy Vanoss. It's 5 AM in the morning and I'm here at the Team 6 house, and we're gonna go wake up Wildcat. Let's do this shit."

Vanoss then pulled out an airhorn and brought it slowly to Wildcat's ear, carefully and honked it four times, which woke him up.

"OW, WHAT THE F-" Vanoss then brought a bucket of water to his face, along with the airhorn.

"Hey, hey! I'm already awa-"

Vanoss then sprayed some bug spray in Wildcat's face, with the airhorn being honked again as the pig broke into a coughing fit, and was starting to get very annoyed.

"Come on, I don't wanna fucking deal with this again! Remember what happened last ti-" Vanoss then shot his merch into Wildcat's mouth.

"How does my merch taste, bitch!" Vanoss smirked as Wildcat coughed and spit the clothes out. To say Wildcat was pissed off was an understatement.

"Hey yo, what's up piglets, it's ya boy Wildcat. We're here, we're gonna go wake up BasicallyIDoWrk, he's in there being lazy, he's sleeping in," Wildcat said as he stared at a camera, then showed it to Basically, who he thought was sleeping, but was one his phone.

"Who pinged me?"

Wildcat stopped talking, looking into the door, as well as Vanoss, seeing Marcel, or BasicallyIDoWrk, who was on his phone on Discord.

"Who the fuck pinged me?" he spat once again, as the other two raised an eyebrow.

"WHO'S THE SLIMY LITTLE COMMUNIST SHIT TWINKLE-TOED COCKSUCKER IN HERE WHO JUST FUCKING PINGED ME!?"

Vanoss and Wildcat looked at each other confused, until they heard a voice. "It was me, I just wanted to wake you up."

Vanoss, Wildcat and Basically looked behind them to see Brian, or Terroriser smirking.

"WHY THOUGH!? WHAT'S THE POINT OF MAKING A RANDOM ACCOUNT JUST TO WAKE ME UP, FUCKER!?"

"Because... it was funny..." Terroriser giggled, trying his best not to snort during his laughs.

"Vanoss, Wildcat, what the hell are you even doing anyway?!" Basically angrily wondered, hoping not to get more annoyed than he was already.

"Well, we had two chainsaws and we decided to wake your ass up by breaking all the shit in your room," Wildcat responded as Basically frowned.

"Fucking dumb bitches," Basically swore as he got up from bed to make him and the others some breakfast. "Are Delirious and Nogla up yet?"

"No, we're about to wake their dumbasses up soon," Vanoss replied. Speaking of which, Nogla was sleeping in his underwear over the blanket of the bed. Right now, he was dreaming of him being a dog, along with his two own, Joe and Tony. As for Delirious, he was dreaming that his teddy bear was real, and was about his height.

Later that morning, Basically was making breakfast while arguing with Ohmwrecker on the phone. "Look, all I'm saying is, just get the whole gang to play Mario Kart! The viewers want it!"

"I told you already, Delirious isn't much of a Nintendo guy, and Vanoss sucked dick the first time he played!"

"But Jiggly's always complaining about getting last! He keeps breaking shit, and we need someone to help him think he isn't bad!"

"Well, what about Mini?"

"He's always saying it's luck based! Remember the shells only session, when SMii7Y sniped him from behind!? There's also frantic mode where you can get a blue shell in second!"

"Who the hell are you talking to, Marcel? Is it Trade Fair, because they got plenty of watermelons!" Terroriser teased, which didn't please Basically at all. "Shut the fuck up Brian, you little racist ass!"

"Look, it can be me, you, Tyler, Nogla, Brian, Evan, Moo, Scotty, Jiggly, Mini, SMii7Y and JD, if they have the time. It'll be a full twelve-player lobby," Ohm continued. "Like, look at the views and comments on all of the Mario Kart videos! Terroriser even got a guy saying he wanted to bring Wildcat back to Mario Kart, and he did a session with Nogla, Jack and two other Irish YouTuber's who's names I can't even remember!"

"Bro, we keep getting fucked by the Irish and-"

"We'll give us handicaps. They can't go for the first five seconds. We did that like, two or three years ago."

"Look, I'll think about! Just let make breakfast." Basically then ended the call with Ohm and put his phone down while making scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon and other things, when suddenly...

BOOM!

Basically dropped whatever he was doing and ran outside to see a few of the trees surrounding the area on fire, but it soon stopped after a crap ton of water was spilled on them from some hoses.

Apparently, Delirious thought he had his alarm set up last night, but he accidentally had his alarm set to a C4 which he was going to use to prank Wildcat while he was in the shower for a pranking vlog. They all decided to do the one thing possible, which was get some hoses from the house, extinguish the fire, and blame the goddamn clown.

"Goddamn it, Delirious you dumbass! Why do you even HAVE a C4, you stupid fuck!?" Wildcat hollered in rage, as Delirious nervously laughed. "Hey, it wasn't my fault! I said I was gonna use it on my vlog to prank yo... Nogla! Yeah, I was gonna prank Nogla!"

"I'm not a retard unlike you, Delirious. I know you were gonna fucking prank me," Wildcat corrected. Delirious sighed, then they all smelled something burning.

"Umm, there's no more fire, right?" Nogla wondered as Basically just realized he left the stove on for his food. "OH, SHIT! THE FOOD!"

Immediately, Basically ran to the stoves and turned them all off before the food could get more burnt then it was before. The eggs weren't hit bad, but the bacon was a very dark shade of red.

Now, everyone started to blame Basically. "Why d, did you not even check to see if the stove was off before you left?!" Vanoss yelled.

"What was I supposed to do!? I thought the house was gonna blow up or some shit like that!" Basically retorted.

"Guys, guys, can we just get along?" Nogla said trying to break up the fight, but it was a futile effort.

"Well maybe just-"

DING! DONG!

The doorbell was heard downstairs, and now all chatter had stopped. "Who could that be?" Terroriser wondered while Wildcat tried to stick a plug up his ass as a prank, but Terroriser noticed quickly and slapped him before he could even get close. Meanwhile, Vanoss ran to the door and opened it, just to reveal their regular mailman.

"You guys live here, right? Team 10, correct?" the mailman asked as Vanoss slapped himself. This was a very common mistake made by him and the other mailmen, and it happened a lot.

"No, dude! We keep telling you almost every week, we're Team 6! Not Team 10!" Vanoss exclaimed, infuriated. The mailman didn't seemed to be bothered at all as he just looked into his bag, and gave Vanoss a letter, and walked away. "Sorry again, have a good day."

Vanoss just stared at the mailman, before staring at the letter next for a few seconds. Usually, when they get the mail, they have to read it out loud, in case it's for everyone, which meant Vanoss had to go to the living room and call everyone. Unfortunately, they wouldn't get breakfast, but Vanoss didn't know Wildcat ordered some food on Uber Eats.

In the living room, was a large sofa, with a 75' inch television attached to the wall, along with 5.1 surround sound, and the cable provider was Verizon. They chose it because Wildcat said it looked very similar to the Nike shoe logo.

"TEAM MEETING!" Vanoss yelled, and everyone came upstairs, very annoyed. "Jesus Christ, Evan! We're right fucking here, you don't have to yell!" Wildcat complained. "Hell, Delirious even held on to his teddy bear because he was scared!"

"Hey, I wasn't scared! I just had to make sure my teddy bear was okay!" Delirious chimed, as Basically rolled his eyes and complained. "Delirious, for the last time, nobody cares about your stupid fucking teddy bear! Just leave it back in your room!"

"Wait a minute, Evan," Terroriser jumped in. "Who the hell was that and how did they know where we lived!?"

"Alright, just shut up, Arnold! Let's read this letter!" Vanoss said quietly in a superhero voice, as Terroriser slapped him. "Really!? That's not a team meeting! Just say the mail's here, for fucks sake! And the fact that you mentioned Arnold, god fucking damn it to that!"

"Hey, we can argue later, but first, let's read!" Then everyone sat on the couch around Vanoss, with Basically and Delirious to his left, and Nogla, Wildcat and Terroriser to his right. Finally, the 25 million subscriber YouTuber read the letter.

Greetings, Team 6

I'm sure you all are wondering just why you received this letter. Well, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Dr. Ruby, and just to clarify, I'm a boy incase you think it's a girl's name. No, I'm not a surgeon, or an actual doctor. Now we're getting off topic. Back to what I wanted to say. The reason I have contacted you via this letter was because as one of the best YouTube groups in the world, and the funniest, I would like you to see just how you would fare against cartoon characters.

"Wait, hold on! What the fuck is guy talking about? Cartoon characters?" Terroriser interrupted as everyone shushed him and Vanoss went back to reading.

See, recently, I have made a device which can take you to any sort of cartoon or show, and what I want you to do is to interact with them, and see if any events will occur. Who knows, maybe you all can make a video out of it and become the most famous. Hell, you can get to 100 million subs all together if you can do this. If you accept, please call me at this number. 702-555-5555. Yes, it's stupid but here you go. I sincerely hope to see you all there.

From, Dr. Ruby.

And that was the end of the letter, as the all dramatically stared over the note.

"Alright, boys! We have to come to a decision, on whether to follow the letter's instructions," Vanoss said in a sort of leadership voice, while Wildcat protested. "The fuck are you talking about!? We've been doing our own shit the entire time! I say fuck that letter and fuck that Dr. Retard guy, or whatever his dumbass name is!"

"Wait, wait, hang on guys! Think about it! Remember the Powerpuff Girls? We can see that bitch's face! You know, the one who works for the retard midget they call a mayor!" Nogla convinced. This time, he actually had a good point. Seeing her face was probably the closest thing they'd get to unmasking Delirious. They have made so many theories of what he actually looked like they can't even count how many times with all of their fingers combined.

"So what do you say? LET'S GO ON AN AWESOME ADVENTURE!" Vanoss yelled, putting his foot on top of the table in the middle.

"Dude, did you not hear what I just said, or are you braindead?" Wildcat queered.

"Brian, ready the soundboard!" Vanoss ordered, as Terroriser was happy to oblige.

"WE'RE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE TODAY!" they all yelled cheerfully, not wanting to go through the torture of Brian's soundboard.

Hamza: Yes, I know it's short, I can't think of much of how to describe them. If you have any ideas, please let me know.

W: And me too!

Hamza: I'm writing this story, Wildcat, not you!

W: Well, duh! But I'm in it, retard!

Hamza: So what!?

N: While these two dickheads are arguing, I think I'll do the outro. Be sure to leave some criticism, a favorite or follow, any is appreciated, and as always I hope you enjoyed. And if you want, each time a chapter ends, you can play one of our outro's. Like Vanoss has U-Rite.

Hamza: Now this chapter has 2400 words in total. Seriously though, we're done for the day! Good bye!