Lewis leaned back and stretched. The recording had been paused so he and his friends could take a break from the game. Simon was having a cigarette, and Hannah had logged off, complaining of a headache. She walked behind his chair and kissed him goodnight. "Don't be too long, Lewis." She whispered, than walked towards the room they shared and climbed into bed. Lewis looked after her, then back to the screen.
Simon was giggling, then in his best Hannah impression ever, "Don't be toooo long, Lewis!" Lewis and he promptly burst into a fit of laughter, illiciting a remark from Hannah about shutting the fuck up, because normal people need sleep. This made the pair laugh even harder. Lewis removed his glasses and wiped his eyes, which were wet with tears of laughter. Simon stubbed out his cigarette and resumed the recording. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed outside the windows of Lewis's flat, making him shake slightly.
"Damn," he swore, "Gonna have to edit that out." he was upset at the prospect of more editing.
"No no, Lewis, it gives an element of scaaaaaaaaryness! This will be the Halloween special minecraft episode!" Simon was excited at the thought of yet another Halloween themed programme.
"Simon, its January. No more Halloween shit, we already made halloween episodes for everything when it was actually Halloween. Remember, in October?" Lewis was still sick of Halloween specials, with the Yogpod Spacktacular, Shadow of Israphel Spacktacular etc.
"Ya, but we didn't do Sunshine of Israpony!" SImon had immensly enjoyed that mod.
"That series was discontinued." Lewis had not enjoyed it, as it was pretty much tekkit, but with ponies.
"I still have the mod. Come on, pal. Lets play with ponies!"
As Lewis usually does, he gave in to Simon's nagging, begging and whining, and started the server with the pony mod. The storm continued outside, but strangly, a storm began outside of Simon's apartment as well. The lightning flashes and crashes of thunder seemed almost... syncronized. A bright flash of lightning could be seen through Lewis's window, and Simon could hear the thunder through his. Simon got scared, quickly. "Lewis, maybe we should log-" But his sentence was cut off by a extra bright bolt of lightning hitting his building. Simon's window on Lewis's computer went dark.
"Simon? SIMON!!! SI-" A second bolt hit Lewis's flat seconds later.
Hannah bolted upright at the explosion that rocked the apartment. She ran into the other room and found the terrible scene. The computer was absolutely destroyed, shards of glass and metal were everywhere, and a small fire had started on the top of the monitor. But what shocked her and terrified her was what had happened to Lewis. She fell to the ground beside him, her hands covering her mouth in shock and disbelief. Lewis was on the ground, flat on his back. She felt his chest and tried to find a heartbeat. There was none. In another part of the country, the Asian couple who lived next to Simon investigated the noise, and found him, also on the floor, with no heartbeat. The Yogscast was dead.
Lewis covered his head and groaned. He felt very ill. A bright light flooded his eyes, and a buzzing filled his ears. He felt sick to his stomach and could hear the moans of another. He tried to stand, but crumbled to the floor and passed out again. Where ever he was, he didn't think it was England.
His eyes flashed open, and he discovered he was lying on his back. His throat burned with thirst, and he though he would expire beffore quenching it. He rolled over and tried to stand, but found that he couldn't. He appeared to be lying on a patch of dampened dirt. He looked around and found himself in a pastel paradise. Birds could be heard singing, and the trees were dotted with flowers. This defineatly wasn't England... He crawled as best as he could, and found himself a puddle. He drank of it, neverminding that it was muddy, probably contaminated, and in the middle of the road. He stopped when his throat no longer ached, and looked at his reflection. He stared in shock at what he assumed to be him. Where there was once a young(ish) human male, with a stubbly beard and glasses, there was now a red horse, with a... He felt what used to be his chin. A goatee. His coat was red and he had a black mane and tail. He thought he saw something in his mane, and pawed at his hair, upon which he found- "A HORN!?!?!" He yelped and looked at it, poking and prodding it to make sure it was real. He then spun about, trying to look at himself. During his spinning, he noticed his flank, which was adorned with a small communicator symbol. "Really?" he asked to no one in particular. "My special talent is Star Trek?" He was bowled over by an orange ball of fur and feathers.
"LEWIS!" it shrieked, "SOMETHING MAGICAL HAS HAPPENED!!!"
Lewis jumped up as best as he could and tried to protect himself from the orange blur. "Who the hay are you?" He paused, wondering what he had just said. The orange ball also looked confused.
"Its me!" it exclaimed, "Simon!"
"Simon? But how did you- How did we- WHAT THE BUCK IS HAPPENING!?!?" Lewis was confused, scared and annoyed.
"What did you say Lewis? What the buck is happening? That doesn't make any bucking sense." Simon covered his mouth with his hooves. "Something weird is going on..."
"There must be some sort of censorship or something that replaces our words with less vulgar ones, suited for this realm." Lewis stated this as if it were the most obvious thing ever.
"Oh." Simon looked to the side and remembered what he was going to say earlier. "LEWIS!" he shouted, "Look, wings!" he then flew into the air and let his wings do their thing. As Simon flew, Lewis noticed something about him.
"Simon, whats that on your flank?"
Simon looked behind him in mid air and immediately plummeted to the ground in shock and awe. Lewis covered his eyes, but got a weird headachey feeling. He opened his eyes and saw Simon floating a few inches off the ground, upside down and staring at his flank, immersed in a reddish glow. The same glow was emanting from Lewis's horn. Lewis promptly let go of him and Simon fell to the ground. Lewis walked over to him as quickly and carefully as he could without tripping. He looked at Simon, who was still looking at his flank, and the brown circle that adorned it. He actually had tears in his eyes, tears of happiness. "A jaffa cake... I have a jaffa cake for a cutie mark... The most delicious of cakes is depicted on my behind..." He suddenly rocketed into the air, a bright orange blur. "A JAFFA CAKE!!!" He yelled from high in the air. He dove back to the ground and pulled a perfect landing. "A JAFFA CAKE!" he yelled again, this time directly into Lewis's ear. "DID YA HEAR ME LEWIS?!? A JAF-" The rest of the sentence was delivered to the inside of Lewis's hoof, as it was placed over Simon's mouth to silence him.