I know i did a PewdieCry fanfic yesterday, but I really don't have anything to do. Don't judge. Anyway, I really want you (yes, you. Who else?) to tell me what you want me to do next time! But nothing shitty! Don't you dare come up with something shitty! Well, let's start. Shall we? And this time Cry will be the main character, just for variation! And this wasn't made to be mean to all the soldiers out there. I bet at least 50% of them is good dudes/dudettes!
They were literally everywhere! Cry pressed his back to the wall, waiting for them to go away. The soldiers had taken over the city. Every car, van and everything with wheels had been destroyed, and now the soldiers ran around, shot men, women and kids with no mercy. Some of the people, they stuffed into vans and drove away. No one knew where. As Cry looked around the corner, one of the soldiers looked his way. Their eyes met for a split second. Then Cry ran as fast as he could. Some of the survivors were lucky and had a weapon. He wasn't one of the lucky survivors. Cry stopped in front of a big fence. "Dammit!" he thought. He turned around to see a group of soldiers that followed him. They pointed their guns at him.
-"Hey! Take off the mask!" One of them commended. Cry took it off.
-"Good boy. Now, sit!" He commended. Cry did as he had been told.
-"Hands on your head!" Cry raised his hands to his head. He knew he was goner. As his friends laughed, the soldier walked up to Cry and put him in handcuffs.
-"Tell me your name, little puppet." He whispered.
-"Cry…" He muttered back to him. All the soldiers started to laugh again.
-"That's a weird fucking name!" One of them said to another. The soldier that had put him in handcuffs spitted on him. Disgusting!
-"Well, then…Cry. Time to go to the van's." He pulled Cry of the ground. Suddenly, a gunfire could be heard. The soldiers looked confused. None of them had as much as raised their guns. One more shot. One of the soldiers fell to the ground. Dead. Now the others were upset.
-"What did you do?!" One of them asked Cry.
-"I did stand here the whole time!" Cry protested and looked cocky on the soldier. The soldier punched him in the face. Hard. Cry fell to the ground. His nose was broken. A figure jumped down from a building. The figure looked familiar. Cry smiled.
-"Pewds, you motherfucker!" He shouted. Pewds held a AK 47 and took the soldiers down, one by one.
-"So you know him?" The leader-soldier asked thoughtful. Cry didn't want to answer. He didn't need to do it anyway. The leader pulled him of the ground. He wrapped his right arm around Cry's neck and pulled out a one-hand gun with the other. He pressed it against Cry's head.
-"Drop the fucking gun or I'll shoot!" He yelled. Pewds stood there with his gun. Pointing at the soldiers forehead.
-" .gun!" The soldier repeated. The soldiers grip was so tight… Cry could barely breath. He struggled to break free, but the unconsciousness slowly sneaked up on him.
-"Drop the gun, motherfucker!" Cry heard again. The soldiers order was followed by a shot and Cry's sight turned black!
Did Cry die? Come back tomorrow (Tuesday 9 September in Sweden, and maybe where you are too) to find out! And remember: He can be dead, and the focus can switch to Pewds instead. But you will never know…
