Board Thread:Fanfiction/@comment-24071055-20170419154108/@comment-24071055-20170419225925

Hi, I’m Nathan Sharp. You may know me from the Youtube channel NateWantsToBattle, I write songs and play them on my guitar, and I have a second channel where I play video games and such.

But this story is not about that, as much as I wish I could be sitting in my house, just playing some songs for you guys and having fun.

One day, I was just sitting at my house and playing a little bit of Pokémon, the usual. Until…

Knocking sounds came from my door. “Letter for Nathan Sharp!”

I put down the 3DS to go check the mail. Outside was an envelope with a golden Youtube emblem on it.

“Could this be my Golden Play Button?” I thought to myself. “No, it’s completely flat… it really is a letter.”

I quickly opened the envelope and opened up the letter. It said:

“Dear Nathan Sharp, also known as NateWantsToBattle,

You have been invited to the prestigious school Youtube Academy!

Here we give high-class education and video classes to Youtubers who we think have star potential!

Each Youtuber has been given a Super Youtube Level (SYL) title that is unique to them and is what they do best.

You have been given the title SYL Songwriter!

We wish to see you at the opening ceremony! The address is XXXX, XXXX XXX-XXX-XXXX.

From, the staff of Youtube Academy.”

I couldn’t believe it. Me at Youtube Academy?

"This has to be some sick joke by my friends.” I thought. “Then again, it won’t hurt to try to go there…”

So, after some paid for planes to XXXX, I finally got to Youtube Academy. I gulped as I looked up at the looming building.

From here, it looked so… intimidating. Formidable, even.

I took my last look at the bright golden emblem and went inside.

Little did I know that would be my last look at the outside world for a long time…

When I stepped inside, it was still 7:30. “A whole 30 minutes to kill…” I thought as I saw a poster on the wall that said “Ceremony begins at 8:00!”

“It won’t hurt to look around, I guess…” I said as I began to go further into the building. As soon as I took my first step into the building, however, I began to feel woozy.

It was like someone had just given me a sleeping pill without my knowledge.

The next thing I knew, I had just woken up from sleeping face-down on a desk in one of the classrooms.

Prologue: Danger at Youtube Academy!

I yawned as I lifted my face from the desk and looked around.

There were steel plates bolted to the walls where I assumed there were windows before. Someone had written on the whiteboard.

There was a picture of a cartoony bear on the board with the writing “Welcome to Youtube Academy!”

The bear had a line down the middle of it. One half was completely white and had a docile button eye. The other half was pitch black and had a red scar for an eye.

“Well, this is one way to make an impression…” I thought to myself. I looked up at the clock and my eyes widened. It was 8:00.

“Oh, shit I’m late!” I pulled myself up from the desk and began sprinting through the winding hallways full of green screens, camera equipment, and doors to other classrooms.

I screeched to a halt when I came to what looked like the room I had entered the building in. The front door was gone, and instead there was just a metal wall.

However, that wasn’t the only thing that stood out. There were other people, around 15 of them in the room too, all talking.

One, of them, a middle-aged man with white skin, a cap, and glasses turned and said. “Hey, look another person!”

A child who couldn’t have been more than ten years old and had a thick Russian accent said, “So that makes 16 people, right?”

An Asian-American girl turned towards me and spoke in a very monotonous voice. “Did you wake up like the rest of us?”

I stammered on my words before finally saying, “Uh, yeah, if you guys all woke up in a classroom face down on a desk.”

“That’s exactly what happened to us! At least me and my kids…” Glasses said.

Suddenly, a voice of what sounded like a nasally teenager started talking.

“Alright, everyone I think we should set some precedents first.” A short teenager with a ball cap, and almost no chin at all stepped forward.

“First of all, did everyone get a letter from this Youtube Academy?”

A resounding chorus of “Yep”s, “Uh-huh”s, and “Yeah”s came from everyone’s mouths.

“Alright, so this probably has something to do with the school,” No-Chin said. “Maybe it’s just some fucking prank.”

Glasses’s face turned red and he pointed at No-Chin.

“Hey, no profanities, there are kids here!”

“Well, that one seems pretty clear on his message of getting all the hoes,” No-Chin says, pointed towards the Russian kid.

Glasses’s face began turning a deeper shade of red, until a tanned middle-aged man who was also wearing a ball cap spoke up.

“Ok, so I assume we are all classmates if this is Youtube Academy, so why not introduce ourselves?” He said.

Glasses breathed heavily and his face slowly started returning to its normal color. “Yeah, yeah let’s do that. That is a wonderful idea, Mr…”

“Yousef Erakat. But my channel’s name is FouseyTube. I’m the SYL Social Experimenter."

FouseyTube - SYL Social Experimenter

“Social Experimenter…?” I piped up.

“Yeah, you know,” Fousey answered. “I go out into the streets and do stuff like pretend to kidnap people, pretend to attempt sucide, pretend to be gay…”

“…That sounds like a messed up version of pranking.” I replied.

“I hate when people call it that, it really pushes my buttons.” Fousey says with an irritated look on his face.

“But you’re pretending to kidnap people…” I thought, deciding to move onto someone else before my mouth got me knocked out cold by this guy.

I went to see what Glasses’s name was.

“Hi!” I said cheerfully walking up to him. He was with three children who I assume are his kids.

“Oh, hello there!” Glasses says, turning to me. “I’m FGTeeV Duddy, but my real name is Jacob.”

Duddy/Jacob - SYL Dad

“Oh you run that Youtube channel that my younger nephew watches all the time!” I didn’t really have the heart to tell him his channel was absolutely cringey…

“Thanks! But I don’t really run it.” He glances down towards the youngest of his children.

The kid was small, with very short brown hair and some short khakis. He had on a Mickey Mouse shirt.

“Umm…” Before I could say anything else, the kid cut me off.

“Chase, SYL Mastermind. Nice to meet you.” He said in a surprisingly less childish way of speaking than I imagined.

Chase - SYL Mastermind

“SYL Mastermind…? That’s a weird title.” I said in confusion of what the heck the name means.

“I run the channel, the mastermind behind it if you will. I know what you’re thinking by the way. I just act cute for more views.” He said.

“That’s a really dirty tactic. You’re, like six, you shouldn’t be doing this stuff!” I responded in surprise.

“It helps pay the bills.”

“This kid is damn weird…” I think to myself before moving onto his siblings.

“Hi, you two! What are your names?” I say, leaning down to them.

The girl had long brown braided hair and light brown skin. She was wearing a candy necklace and what appeared to be a shirt of a picture of her face on some sort of mermaid creature.

The boy had the girl’s skin tone and also had brown hair, but it was very short. Like the girl’s shirt, he also had one but it had a picture of his face on a lava creature.

“I’m Lexi!” The girl said.

“And I’m Mike!” The boy exclaimed.

“And we’re the Skylander Boy and Girl!” They both recited simultaneously.

Lexi - SYL Skylander Girl

Mike - SYL Skylander Boy

“Skylander, huh?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“You haven’t heard of Skylanders?” Lexi yelled, gasping loudly.

"Skylanders is a toys-to-life action 3D platformer video game series published by Activision. Games in the series are played by placing character figures called the Skylanders on the "Portal of Power," a device that reads the figures' tags through NFC and "imports" the character represented by the figure into the game as a playable character.” Mike recited.

“Di-did you just get that off of Wikipedia?”

“What’s a Wikiped?” Mike asked, tilting his head to the side.

I sighed as I walked away from the children. I saw the nasally teenager from before talking to the Russian kid. The Russian kid had someone beside him who kinda looked like a vampire.

I decided to walk up to them. “Uh, hi.”

“What do you fucking want?” The nasally teenager asked in a disgusted tone.

“No need to be so rude, just want to know your names.”

The teenager sighed. “Calvin, AKA LeafyIsHere.”

Leafy - SYL Cyberbully

“You’re the guy that bullies people online, right?” I asked.

“I’m not much of a bully, more of a truth-spreader.” He said, smirking.

“All that bullshit you said about my songs is not ‘truth’.” The Russian kid stated firmly.

“Oh, and you are?” I turned to face him.

“Mishovy Silenosti, or Misha. SYL Singer. And this is my brotha Olda, or Metadon, SYL Guitarist.”

Misha - SYL Singer

Metadon - SYL Guitarist

“Oh, you’re the Pokémon Go kid!” I chuckled.

Suddenly, he slapped me in the face. “That is my finest piece of art, do not laugh!”

“Ow, geez, okay kid!” I walked away to greet someone else when a man with a bushy black beard, wearing a beanie, and holding a bucket of popcorn appeared in front of me.

“Hey, do I know you from somewhere?” I implored to the man.

“Does this ring a bell to you?” He asked before launching into some sort of intro. “What is up, my Drama Alert nation, I’m your host, Killer Keemstar, and let’s get rooiiighhtt into the noose!”

Keemstar - SYL News Reporter

“Oh, you’re the Drama Alert guy…” I muttered.

“Well, don’t act all disappointed! I’m sure we can be great friends!” He said, smiling.

“Sure, if you don’t command your legions of fans to brutally murder me…” I quipped, walking away.

I spotted the Asian girl talking to a large man with a fake parrot on his shoulder.

“I wish everyone was a doge.” I heard the Asian girl say.

“If one of us was a serial killer, I’d bet all my money that it was you.” The large man responded.

I walked towards them. “Hi!”

The large man turned to me. “Hi! Jontron, SYL Comedian.” He said, shaking my hand.

Jontron - SYL Comedian

“Well, you seem eager.” I said, quickly saying, “Not that that’s bad!”

“Oh, I just wanna get away from… this freakshow.” He shuddered, pointing towards the Asian girl.

“Hi, I’m Poppy!” She said.

“Oh God, don’t make her start this again!” Jontron said desperately.

Poppy - SYL Celebrity

“I love all my fans.” She says making an arc with her hands.

“Do you have any idea what she’s talking about?” I questioned Jontron.

“No clue, it’s best if you run, she’s giving me a cult leader vibe.”

I heeded his advice, walking towards the back of the room until I bumped into someone.

“Hey, wotch where ya’re goin’!”

“Sorry!” I rubbed my head in pain.

I looked up and saw the last four people. The man who I had bumped into had short dyed green hair and a little bit of stubble on his chin.

“It’s alright, ah’m quick ta forgive!” He smiled. “Jackscepticeye, SYL Gamer!”

Jackscepticeye - SYL Gamer

“I can’t believe I lost Gamer to you!” A deep, strangely soothing voice complained from behind him.

I recognized the man instantly, he had dark red hair combed up and had a shirt with a pink mustache on it.

“Greetings, person, I am Markiplier, the SYL Commentator. I get it, I have a deep, soothing voice but I personally believe I deserved Gamer much better than him.

Markiplier - SYL Commentator

“Oh, Markiplier! I heard you’re big in the Youtube scene.”

“That is correct!” He said in a “matter-of-fact” sort of way. He began to ramble off about his history and past, but I cut him off.

“Uh, sorry, but I have to introduce myself to the last people.”

“Oh, that’s okay!” He exclaimed. “See you later, classmate.” He said with a wink.

I hurried off to the last two people, who were talking.

“Ever heard of Heathers?” A man with short brown hair and gray clothes said. “You know, step into my candy store?” He sung with an eccentric flair.

The other man shook his head. “No, not really.” He had a black letterboy cap, glasses, and a little bit of stubble on his chin.

“Oh, come on! You have got to-“ I walked up to them, cutting into their conversation.

“Hi!”

“Agh!” The man in gray clothes fell down and turned to face me. “You scared the hell out of me!”

I laughed a bit. “Sorry…”

He got up and dusted his clothes. “Jeez, man, you must be the SYL Scare Cammer! Name’s Thomas Sanders, SYL Actor.”

Thomas Sanders - SYL Actor

“I promise you I’m not,” I say chuckling. “Actor, huh?”

“Yep, I’ve starred in multiple plays, Heathers, planning to do Dear Evan Hansen…”

“And the person you’re talking to is…?”

The person waved to me once. “The Nostalgia Critic. SYL… well, Critic.”

Nostalgia Critic - SYL Critic

“Oh, so you review movies?”

“Yep, I’ve done ‘em all, including The Lorax, and…” He shuddered. “Alvin and the Chipmunks.”

“Well-“ Before I could continue talking, the intercom and all the monitors around the room turned on.

The monitors had a silhouette of the cartoon bear from the chalkboard on it.

A cartoony voice came from the intercom. “Test, test, mic check, one, two, three! Can everyone hear me? Great! Everyone please come to the ceremony at the gym at approximately… right now!” The monitors and intercom shut off.

“That was… odd.” Nostalgia Critic said.

“The question is, do we have to go?” Jontron questioned.

“I think we have to. Besides, I wanna see what the hell is up with that bear.” Leafy stated. “But first, emo kid, didn’t catch your name.” He said, pointing towards me.

“My name’s Nathan Sharp, SYL Songwriter.”

“Maybe Cancer Kid should hire you then!” He quipped, leaving the room.

Everyone started leaving, one by one. I reluctantly left too, but one thing’s for sure…

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My life would never be the same after that day.