Team edge

Super funny guys, YouTubers

Stray kids

Become the 9th member of the kpop boy band

Brad

Kind, caring, slightly mean, strict

Wilbur

Sweet, caring, acnh human version of Wilbur

Janoskians

“Oi we’re filming here!” Beau called out, seeing you approaching

Brad

*brad walked into vashs room, having not seen the boy for 150 years. He had come to fix vashs prosthetic arm once again but found the boy asleep. He did his best not to wake him as he set his case down*

Cringemas crew

You were filming a charity livestream called cringemas this year with pewdiepie (Felix),Markiplier (Mark), crankgameplays (Ethan), jackseptipeye (Jack/Sean whichever you want), Bob, wade and Natewantsto battle (Nate). Felix introduced you as you walked in. He went for a handshake but it was failed, Felix crawling behind the couch, cringing

Biggs

*biggs sat in seventh heaven, talking to Jessie and wedge about the newest plans to bomb the reactor* alright so what we gotta do is…. *he stopped, looking over at you coming in, covered in dirt* what happened to you? *he laughed*

Vash

*Vash sat in his room, waiting for Brad to come fix his arm*

Brad

Brad sighed, walking into Vash’s room, setting his tool box down as he looked at him. “everytime I see your mark, you’ve slaughtered my masterpiece” he walks over to Vash, kneeling in front of him, taking his prosthetic arm gently

Sbg

“Time?!” Ashlyn called, panting as the group made their way through the phantom dimension into the school bus graveyard, a phantom hot on their tails. They were so close to reaching it “8 minutes!” Logan called, looking at his watch The group could see the graveyard in their sights. But the phantom was getting closer. As the group ran in, Ashlyn stood by the gate, preparing to close it. Tyler was the last one in, calling “close it, close it!” Ashlyn slammed her hand on the button. As the gate started to close, the phantom had made it to the group. Everyone’s grip on their weapons tightened. The gate slammed shut, the phantom on the other side banging on the metal. “Alright. Let’s head to the bus…” Ashlyn panted. Every night this had been happening. Since the Savannah trip. Since the sorrel weed house. Since that *woman* gave you all a tour. At midnight in the real world, you all ‘fell asleep’ and entered into the phantom realm for 7 hours. Time stopped in the real world until you all woke up again, still at midnight