( I know there is another story going on, but I want to post it because I've been working on this for several months and I'd thought I'd share.) Chapter 1 - Meet Kiki Kiki gave a great screech, her camera nearly toppling over. The Crooked Man's face leapt out at her and she panicked and paused the game. She glanced up at the camera. "R.I.P headphone users... I'm so sorry..." At the end of her sentence, she started nervously laughing. She groaned and put her head on the desk. "I don't wanna play this game anymore..." She muttered for dramatic effect. "I'm gonna have to end it here for today. Thanks for watching, it's really late here and I should be asleep." She waved sweetly, braces and all. She shut the camera down and glanced at the time. "Forget editing, I'm going to bed." Not giving a single care about the fact she was still wearing her high-waisted Charlotte Rosse jean shorts or her red and white striped shirt, she flopped into her bed. She sent a quick prayer up and drifted off into dizzying blackness. *** Kiki roared awake as her body slammed against cold stone floors. A vibration passed through them, a whistle riding on the air. Kiki rocketed to her feet and looked around madly. She backed into a dark corner, her body shuddering. "You're dreaming... You're dreaming. Don't worry about anything." Horror struck her when she realized she was wearing the same clothes as when she fell asleep. Chapter 2 - Meet Felix Felix refreshed PoisonLemonade's YouTube page, and saw nothing. He himself was also a famous Youtuber, and was quite the fan of the rising star. But she hadn't uploaded for three days, and he was getting worried. He uploaded a quick video, then subconsciously fell asleep at his computer. He woke up when he realized his apartment was freezing. He stood up groggily, having memorized the way to the thermostat. He could hardly see, and rubbed his eyes to restore his sight. That was when he realized he wasn't in his house. He was in an all-stone, seemingly other-wordly castle. It was far from real, but far from dreams. Like being in a gap of two worlds. Two non-existant worlds. A virtual reality created by his mind, created for himself. How was it real? But something inside him told him two things: 1) It was definetly real, nothing about it was fake. 2) He wasn't alone.