Prelude to the YouTube Game: The First of Many

The Doctor

The Demon is watching his masterpiece unfold. Jacksepticeye is close to death, yet, his real-life body is not letting go so easily. Chase is falling farther down that the storm is no longer the reason for his isolation. The public is still in shock over the video, people either think it's a joke or are too distraught to make any rational choice. It has been two weeks since that video and even his influences over things aren't delaying enough. The airports are nearly open, which means Evelien will be at Jack's side. For some reason, Evelien can resist his influences; the storm was the closest thing he could do to make sure he gets Sean. And even that is clearing up.

He rifles through the Inspiration database in hopes of finding a recent influencer on YouTube who will suit his needs. He smiles and takes up the seventh file from the front.

Name: Henrik Von Schneeplestein

Occupation: Ex Surgeon/ Silly YouTube Personality

The Demon smiles extra wide when he sees why this silly doctor is among the top ten inspirations. He is friends with Chase Brody. The folder floats in the air as the Demon claps his hands rubbing them together. He reads what Dr. Schneeplestein's struggle is, Losing many patients?... Hmmm, so he wasn't very good? He thinks and could go prodding around. The perfection that is bottled up in this one doctor, he can wait to find out why he is on YouTube, My new puppet! No more playing, time to win this game!

Henrik Schneeplestein leans over the back to the couch and kisses the top of his wife's head. The soft black curls tickling his nose and he smiles.

"Off to work, darling?" She asks sweetly.

"Yes, my love," Schneep says straightening up.

"'Ave fun."

"I zhall."

He walks with his chest puffed out down the hallway to his recording room. If one looks closely there are five spots along the wall that are slightly whiter than the surrounding wall. Schneep pauses outside the closed door of his recording room to put on his white coat and the blue scrub cap and mask. He stares momentarily at the obvious missing pictures, he lets out a sad deterrent sigh. He opens the door and heads into the room.

On the table is his patient, Peter, still in his box. Schneep momentarily stares at his hands, "All vhat schooling and training. Wasted making vhese zilly videos." He thinks sitting down and pushes record on the camera...

Schneeplestein ends the video sitting back in his chair with the camera off. Winding down from the silliness of the video; he rubs his temple tiredly, "I veally need to stop torturing myself. It happened and vhere's nothing I could ave done!" He scolds himself.

That's when it happens; his chest becomes tight and his vision blurs. He panics and attempts to call out to his wife, Louise. Schneeplestein's world flashes white. The first sense that is assaulted is his sense of smell, the reek of mold and thick dust with a hint of cleaning agents. These smells are something he hates a sorta clean freak and the others are familiar because of his time as a surgeon.

Opening his eyes from the brightness of the recording room to the dim lighting in this dark hallway, hurt. Closing them again then easing them open allowing his eyes to adjust properly. Once his eyes had adjusted to the dimness and start to take in his surroundings. The light directly above him goes up in brightness about two notches. Schneeplestein yells as he shields his eyes, he hears echoing footstep behind him. He spins around, hand still acting a barrier between his eyes and the light source. Squinting as he peers into the deep darkness, "Ze fuck! Vhere am I?"

Welcome, Doctor Schneeplestein. This place is my world. The voice projecting from the darkness is loud and confident.

"Zhen vhy am I here? Vho are you?" Schneep asks finding it rather easy to keep calm. Though, this situation is entirely illogical.