A young man smiled as he looked at his recording camera, his fluffy dark brown hair swooshing slightly as he threw his pale skinny arms up.

"But I believe that is it for today's episode! If you en-" he froze as his phone rang next to him on his desk. His brows knitted in confusion, reading the contact at the top.

It didn't ring a bell in his head, yet he reached down and answered it. His head rested against the padding on his chair, his blue-green eyes looking to his computer screen to the wall.

"Hello?" He asked.

"Is this Ethan Nestor?" a lady on the other side of the line asked.

"Yes, it is, who is this?" The man, Ethan, asked.

"I'm one of the nurses from Maine Memorial Hospital, I've called to tell you about your great grandfather. I'm sorry, sir, but he passed away."

Ethan gave a confused look. He had a great grandfather? Well, obviously, yes, but he didn't know he was still alive.

"Why are you telling me this? Not to be rude, but, I didn't even know he was still alive," Ethan explained.

The nurse sounded puzzled, the sound of paper flipping. "It was on his contacts to call. Edwin Adams?"

"No, sorry, it doesn't ring a bell," Ethan answered.

"Well," the nurse began, "he left a letter and package for you. We'll be sending it to you soon, unless you can come here and pick it up yourself."

"I think I'll just let you mail it," Ethan said quickly, not really finding himself trusting the woman for some reason.

"Okay, sir. Thank you and I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thank you." Ethan clicked the end call button, before trying to get back into his normal creator mindset. He finished his video, and began to get to work on editing.

~~~

The next week, Ethan found himself looking at the package. It was a small, yet weighted a lot in his hand, he glanced at the note, reading it over.

To my great grandson,

I had hoped to have given this to you while I was alive; but if you are reading this, this means my time has ran out.

In the package that is meant to go with this letter, you will find something that must be taken well care of. Whatever you do, please, never flip it.

Ethan gave a confused look at the paper, reaching and taking the package, shaking it. There was no sound, which rose suspension. He carefully placed it down, picking up his phone.

With quick fingers, he put it to his ear, listening to the tone dial. One ring... two ring... three-

"Hello?" A muscular voice on the other line began.

"Hey, uh, Mark? Are you busy?" Ethan asked quickly.

"No, not really. Something wrong?" Mark asked, a sudden urgency in his voice as he heard the other's fast and unsure tone.

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine! It's just- ... I have something here, and uh, I don't feel comfortable opening it alone and Kat isn't here,"

There were noises on the other line for a second, presumably Mark talking to his girlfriend, Amy.

Eventually, Mark answered him. "Yeah, I'll be there, we gonna make it a video?" he asked.

Ethan looked at the package, thinking it over. It would be fun and mysterious he supposed. Opening something your now dead great grandfather that you had already thought had died a while back seemed like it be good content.

"Sure, I don't see why not."

"Okay, cool, I'll be there in a minute."

With a quick 'okay' and a shared 'bye', the call ended. Ethan began to bounce his leg, looking at the package on his clean kitchen counter top.

The sound of pawsteps made him look down, seeing the happy face of Spencer, the black, tan, and silver dog looking up at him as his tail wagged.

"Hey, Bunko Funk," Ethan said, crouching down, petting and ruffling his dog's feathery coat. Spencer let out a happy noise, getting on his hind legs and gave Ethan a lick on the cheek.

"Who's a good boy? You are, yes, you are!" Spencer continued to talk, dropping down, running off to his bed, picking up a toy. The dog came back, his tail ever wagging.

Ethan grabbed one end, as Spencer began to tug on another, the two engaging in a fierce tug-of-war battle (or to Spencer it was). Eventually, he let go, allowing Ethan to throw it for him.

The dog scampered along the wooden floors, diving to grab it, shaking it about. He jumped into a play bow as his human patted the floor, tail waving above him. He gave a playful growl, before taking his toy, holding it high like it was a trophy, one he wasn't going to share with Ethan.

Ethan gave a small laugh at the pooch's mannerism, watching him trot off with his winnings.

He stood up, about to turn to head to his recording room before hearing knocking at his door. Spencer reappeared, sounding the alarm that someone was there.

The brunette opened the door, greeted by a man just a but taller then him. Black hair just above his shoulder, rich brown eyes on his lightly colored skin, small stubble on his jaw.

He wore a plain shirt and blue jean pant, showing his wider shoulder and more muscular form.

"That was way faster then I thought," Ethan said, moving to the side to let the other in.

"Traffic wasn't that bad," Mark answered, stepping inside, being greeted by Spencer, reaching down and scratching the dog's head.

Closing the door, Ethan looked to him. "I'll go get the stuff, just hang out in the kitchen, okay?"

"Yeah, that's fine, go ahead," Mark said back, turning and leaving to the side. Ethan ran to his recording room, grabbing a small tripod one of his cameras, and two mic packs, clipping one on his shirt before going back to rejoin his friend.

The two got everything set up, before leaning over the counter, the package between them.

"So," Ethan clapped his hand, before put one on top of the box. "My great granddad died."

Mark, taken off guard by how nonchalant Ethan had announced it, let out a small laugh. "Wait, hold on!"

Ethan gave his own chuckle, before patting the box again. "My great granddad, who I didn't even know was even alive, is now dead."

"So he's now back at square one for you," Mark said, looking to him. Ethan nodded.

"Yeah, and uh. He... left this for me, and I have no idea what this is. It did come with a letter though."

"Oh, well that's nice of him," Mark said shrugging his shoulder as the other explained.

"Basically, we are opening this on camera, cause Mark suggested it and I went 'why the hell not', so!" Ethan opened a drawer, reaching in and pulling out a large kitchen knife. Mark's eyes widen at the side, scooting a bit to the side. "Here we are opening it."

Ethan went to cut it open, before Mark stopped him. "Wait, hold on, you got any guesses on what it could be?" He asked.

The younger looked at the box, placing his knife down. "I have no idea if I'm being honest. Like, for all I know, it would be like a world war three-"

"World war three?" Mark cut him off.

"Two, I meant two!" Ethan shouted, dropping the knife and covering his face with his hands, laughing at his stupid mistake. "God, I'm on a roll today."

Mark shook his head, letting out a loud sigh. "Anyways, go on."

"I was going to say, it could be like a World War II bomb or something," he finished. Mark gave a small chuckle, before holding his hands out, squinting his brown eyes as he acted like an old man.

"Oh boy, oh boy, I can't want to give this seventy year old bomb to my great grandson when I die, oh boy, oh boy!" Ethan started to crack up laughing, followed by Mark's own small fit of laughter.

"Ooooh God, what if it is?" Ethan asked, a nervous smile on his face.

"Well, we had a good run!" Mark joked. Ethan gave a loud, nervous sigh, followed by a small chuckle. Taking the knife, he cut the top open.

Careful to not trigger any potential bombs, Ethan slowly took the paper out, before seeing a smooth, well polished wooden top.

"What the hell?" He said, taking and throwing the rest of the paper out, before pulling it out.

"Whooooa!" The two looked at it with confusion, studying what it was.

It was an hourglass, the wood beautifully carved and strained, no chips or scuffs on it. The glass was spotless, a small human skull inside of it, black sand filled the bottom of it.

"An hourglass?" Mark said, looking at it closer as Ethan set it down for the camera to get a better look. Ethan put his hand on the top, flipping it upside down, watching the black sand trickle down.

"It works!"

"Of course it works, what the hell did you expect?" Mark asked, giving a look to the other.

Ethan shrugged his shoulder. "That is didn't?" He said back in a matter of fact tone. Mark rolled his eyes. "Where's that letter?"

Ethan went to retrieve it from the side, taking the paper into his hands. "To my great grandson- which is me-, I had hoped to have given this to you while I was alive; but if you-"

The two stopped as a thump was heard upstairs, the two looking up at the ceiling.

"What the hell was that?"

~~~

The light that trickled in from the window woke a man up. He opened his eyes in confusion, dark eyes scanning the room. Slowly, he sat up, a hand coming to his head as it began to pound with a headache.

"Annus?" He muttered, slowly standing up. He was wobbly and unstable, grabbing onto a side table before he could fall.

"Annus?" he called again. A man behind him sat up, his voice just as confused. "Unus?"

The man in black, Unus, turned, stunned by the voice, despite calling out to it. There sat a man in a fully white suit, from his jacket to his shoes.

"Annus!"

Annus looked up, before smiling widely.

"Unus!" He opened his arms, the two sharing a laugh as Unus fell down into him. The two shared a hug, the one in black not noticing the ache in his knee from the fall.

"You're alive!" Unus said, his arms wrapped around the other. Annus hugged him back, the two laughing as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Unus put his head on the other's shoulder, taking in the moment, before realization hit.

"Wait... if we're alive, that means someone must have flipped the hourglass," he said. Annus nodded, just as confused. They had given it to Ed and Morris, though, and they promised to never flip it again. Then who-

The door opened, two men at it, standing as intimidating as they could, both holding a weapon of some sorts. The skinnier one went to shout, before his eyes widen, his grip tightening.

"Who the hell are you?" He ordered. Unus and Annus looked at them with confusion, the two slowly standing up.

"You're not Ed or Morris..." Annus muttered. He rose a hand, touching his face as he started at the larger of the two. "Why do you look just like me?"

The man with black hair narrowed his eyes. "He asked you a question, now answer."

"I'm Unus," Unus stated, before gesturing to his partner, "and this is Annus. We're not going to hurt you, we're just as confused as you. If you excuse us, we'll make our leave. Do you happen to know where Edwin Adams or Morris Fichbach is?"

The man that looked like a direct copy of Unus lowered his silver bat, briefly sharing a glance to the one next to him. "Edwin Adams? He died maybe a week ago."

Unus froze as he heard those words, a frown on his face as realization settled in. "Oh... I see. And Morris?"

The copy of Annus shook his head. "Died a while back. Why do you want to know anyways?"

Annus frowned, nervousness laying down on them. "What... what year is it?" Annus asked quickly.

"2019," the smaller answered.

A chill settled in their blood, Unus slowly bringing a hand to mouth. "Sixty-five years?"

"What?" the smaller muttered. Unus didn't pay him any mind, his eyes turning fully black as tears ran down his cheeks. "We've been dead for only sixty-five years? But-but how? It felt like so much longer!"

"What the hell are you going on about?" Annus-copy asked. The two ignored him, Unus  reaching out and hugging Annus. Annus patted his back gently, before turning his attention to the two copies.

"Excuse me, but do you have an hourglass?" he asked.

"Why do you want to know?" his copy countered.

"So you do. Could I please see it?" he asked. His copy slowly lowered his weapon, a gulf club, reaching and grabbing the other's arm.

"Let them," he said quietly, before moving to the side. Unus' copy slowly did as well, allowing the men to pass. The tension was thick as they passed, Annus gently leading Unus down the stairs, being guided by their copies.

Unus looked and saw the hourglass, running to it with wide eyes. "You flipped it?"

"Well, yeah, it's mine," Unus' copy said. Unus looked to him, his eyes wide as they leaked more black ooze.

"Are you... Ed's son?"

"His great grandson, how do you know him anyways? You look as old as me."

Unus blinked his eyes a bit, slowly losing their black coloring, dark blue-green eyes being shown. "We knew them, back when they were your ages. May I ask for your names?"

"I'm Mark," Annus' copy said, before motioning to the other with his head. "That's Ethan."

Unus smiled. "Mark and Ethan... you two look so much like them..." he chuckled. He looked to the side, finding a letter. He took it, reading it, before smiling.

"Here, this explains everything."

Ethan took it, looking back down. He only read the first bit, never able to fully go through with it.

"In this box, you will find something that I held dear to my heart since I was a young man: The Unus Annus Hourglass.

This hourglass, once flipped, lasts for only a year. In that year, two very dear, close friends of mine will appear. If you ever flip it, I'd like to introduce you to them. Their names are Unus and Annus, two strange spirits that only exist as the hourglass slowly begins to empty.

Once the year is over, they will die. If you ever flip it, which you shouldn't, tell them I said hello. They may seem intimidating, but I assure you, they won't hurt a fly. Take care, Ethan, Memento Mori."

Unus smiled, him and Annus folding their arms behind their backs in unison.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mark and Ethan, we're sorry for giving you such a scare," they said as one.

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Finished - Dec. 5th.

Two in one day, I hope you all enjoyed.

Now, for this story, I will be take suggestions for chapters, turning some of their more well remembered videos into chapters or scenes. Ex. Their chicken video, the simulating labor video, the Goongozlar, ect.

Hope you all enjoyed, and I'll see you next chapter. Take care!