Sub stared at the computer screen, rigid with shock. Notifications wouldn't stop pouring in... Hundreds, thousands of people. He didn't understand. Where was all of this attention coming from...?

"What's up, Sub?"

He let out a squeak of alarm, the sudden voice startling him. He closed the tab and whipped around, wide eyes landing on the two boys before him. He just stared at them, silent and still.

"Why don't you ever talk when I'm around? God. You'd think after three years..." The speaker grumbled. He took a step towards Sub, narrowing his eyes when the brunette flinched away. "Honestly! We're best friends, Sub! You know I wouldn't-"

"Sketch. I've got him. Just go." The white haired boy finally spoke up. His thickly accented voice was passive aggressive, full of warning. He kept his stony gaze on Sketch, meeting the boy's angered one, until the other raised his hands and backed away.

"Fine! Fine! God, I'll go get food." With a final huff, he stalked out of the room, fuming the entire way.

"You good, Sub?"

Sub let out a breath he didn't even realize he was holding, giving his friend a shy smile.

"Yeah." He muttered, staring down at his hands. With brief hesitation, he reopened the Twitter tab. "Come here for a sec... Come look at this."

Ethan raised his eyebrows, but came over anyways. He leaned over so he could see the screen, and let out a low whistle. "Oh boy. You're gettin' spam. Who do you think's talking shit today?"

"I... I don't know. They keep mentioning Adam... And a Seto? I don't know."

"Adam..." Could it be Sky? "And Seto? Hey, wait. Look. 'SetoSorcerer'. That sounds like a... Hold on a sec." Ethan reached over, taking the mouse from Sub and typing the name into Google. He wasn't surprised at how many things popped up. "Yep. Knew it. He's a YouTuber. Popular one, too." Ethan clicked on the channel page, selecting the most recent video and scrolling down to read the comments. "People seem worried. Huh. Hey, look at that. He hasn't uploaded in over a year..."

"Should we ask Adam about him?" Sub skimmed some of the comments, eyes widening at some of them. They were mostly heart wrenching, pleading for Seto to come back... But others were a bit more violent. People were threatening him...

"Wait... He was part of Team Crafted! I remember now! Oh god, it's been so long. How did I not recognize him?" Ethan seemed to be talking to himself more than Sub. "I wonder what happened to them... You remember how I used to tell you about playing with Adam and his other friends? I think that was a little bit before they formed the group."

"So, should we ask?" Sub repeated, brows furrowed at Ethan's outburst.

"We can ask about it tomorrow. It's getting late and I think I pissed off Sketch."

"I wouldn't be surprised." Sub let out a tiny sigh. "He gets mad easily... It's my fault, honestly... I don't mean to make him upset."

"It's his problem, Sub. You have nothing to do with it. Come on. You go to bed, I'll go find him." Ethan held out his hand, closing it around the boy's smaller one and helping him up before walking out of the office room to find their pissed off roommate.

Sighing again, Sub spared the computer a last glance before heading towards his bedroom. For some reason, he just couldn't get that boy out of his mind...

What had happened to him? Where had he gone?... Why hadn't he come back?