Missing- Chapter 1: Emile (A TRG fanfic)

Chapter 1- Emile
Emile woke up, curled up on the couch, alone. He sat up, stretched, and looked around.

"Oh look, sleeping beauty is finally up." Josh said teasingly. He was sitting on the floor, looking for something in his suitcase.

"Oh ha ha ha." Emile stood up and walked to the bathroom to wash his face. "Where is everyone else?"

"Oh, they're downstairs already. I was gonna wake you up, you're the only one still sleeping."

"Oh."  Emile got ready for their day of PAX, and went downstairs to join his friends. As they walked to the convention center, he noticed something was missing.

"Hey, where's Jon?" Emile asked Tim.

"Jon?"

"Yeah… Jon, Jonathan, ProtonJon?" Tim looked at him, confused.

"Who?"

"What do you mean 'who?"

"I mean 'who' as in 'I don't know who you're talking about." It was Emile's turn to look confused.

"You don't—"he cut himself short. The look on Tim's face told him he was being serious. But what other possibility could there be other than he was messing with him? He looked at everyone else. No one else seemed bothered.

"Uh, Tim, who's the third member of TheRunawayGuys?" he asked cautiously.

"Josh, duh. Are you okay?" Tim looked at him worriedly.

"Um, yeah… but who's our fourth player for this LP then?" he asked. Tim raised his eyebrow.

"No one… seriously, are you okay?" Emile nodded, but he was sure now that Tim was serious. He went to Josh.

"Hey Josh, where's Jon?" he asked him, with the same cautious tone he used to ask Tim.

"Jon who?"

"Jon… ProtonJon?"

"Who's that? I don't think I've heard of him." Josh looked deadly serious too.

"Um, thanks anyway." Josh gave him a weird look before he went to ask someone else. No one else knew who Jon was. But… it can't be possible that he doesn't exist. Wouldn't that mean… Emile shuddered. Wouldn't that mean I'd never have started Let's Playing?

The entire day he couldn't concentrate. Not even when recording. It seemed so weird to call them TheRunawayGuys with Jon not there.

Before going to sleep, Emile decided to google "ProtonJon" just to double check. Jon's account didn't pop up, not his Youtube account, not his twitter account, not his formspring account, nothing.

He sat there, the same spot he had fallen asleep last night, staring at the screen. Tim and Josh had gone to bed, so it was silent. Actually, it was unnervingly silent. Tim wasn't even snoring.

Emile looked around. He felt the floor shake. He looked down.

"What the—" he said, before he fell into darkness.

"What the crap?!"