Crossing Lines Chapter 1: Welcome to America
"Ha-how's it going bros," the familiar Swedish voice said to the in animate objects in the room. Some people would deem him crazy for talking to things that you would normally think were dead and cold as stone, but that's not what his fans thought. The Swedish man's name was Felix, or as his fans called him, Pewdiepie. He was a fairly young man with long blond hair and bright blue eyes. He constantly wore a smile on his face unless he was screaming in terror. Felix also had friends that the normal world would have a hard time to accept; mostly because they were from a horror game.
"Jesus Christ Pewdie," a deep and husky voice said in the darkness. "Where have you been?" Pewdie grinned and picked up a golden statue of a man kneeling down while holding a sword.
"What are we going to do today, Stephano," Pewdie asked the golden statue. Everyone forgot about the time the Bro, a monster like thing that had no bottom jaw. It only had one "normal" hand while the other one was these hideous bl