What's up, my peeps? Yeah, yeah, I know. I have been gone for so long and all but when you have school and clubs and everything…things tend to spiral out of control! *sighs* But here I am, with a story of Pewdiecry (Cry/Ryan x Pewdiepie/Felix)! I love these two to death and I want to make a little story of them! Now, this is based off the Witch's House. Similar concepts but not the same. So, yeah, this is it. There will be smut and an insane Cry for this one. :3 Yay! Comments/reviews/suggestions are welcomed!

Disclaimer~ I don't own the games nor Pewdie and Cry. They are on their own.

Once upon a time, there was a young boy, no older than ten, who lived in the dense forest with his mother and father, who were really rich. The boy lived in a decent, three story house that had many windows, many pretty designs, and rooms. In the bedroom of his own, the boy was drawing a picture of himself. He himself was rather handsome with unruly, chocolate colored hair with tan, smooth skin, and a slender figure. There was one feature that was unique to him and that was his mask that hid his face. He wore it all the time, never taking it off for his friends or even his family. The mask was simple: two dots for eyeholes and a thin, straight line for a mouth with a single strand that sticks upwards at the top. It portrayed him well. An emotionless boy that held no feelings. A mature boy that shouldn't be playing with children his age, since he was already reading in other languages.

He liked that. He liked that a lot.

One day, the boy had contracted a terrible illness that was incurable. He wouldn't live past adolescent, doctors said. The boy denied it all. He denied that he was sick at all. He didn't want to die. Not now. As he turned to face his father and mother, he expected their faces to be grieve-stricken, to have looks that would say that they have hope that they'll find treatment or even a cure. But no. Instead, he was rather surprised that they had disappointment and shame onto their faces.

You were supposed to be strong, said his father.

You were supposed to succeed, said his mother.

Without another word, they left the emotionless boy with the doctors, who also left with a shake to their heads. They failed to notice or feel the boy's eyes. The orbs were a dark, smoldering fire. In fact, his hatred, anger, and rejection grew and grew with each passing day. They say that when you are hurt and scared for so long…your fear and pain turn to hate. And that hate starts to change the world. Because of that, one night, he was visited by a cat. However, this was no ordinary cat, oh no. This cat had fur as dark as night and its eyes…the eyes that could only belong to something not of this Earth with a chilling wind that blew into the very core of the human body. As the boy lay in bed, sitting up, the cat wanted to strike a deal with him. He will take the illness away and give him great power that would change his life forever in exchange for his soul, thus linking him to the house and the area around forever. He would never be able to escape his prison for eternity. The boy thought about everything that has happened to him. The only thought that came up to mind was his parents. If he were to show them that he was worthy, they would love him again. Never again he will feel neglected and unloved.

With that in mind, he accepted with a nod.

The next day, his parents were baffled by his sudden recovery and the boy was certain that they will change their minds about him never succeeding. But that was not the case. His heart and hopes were shattered when he saw the disdain in their eyes. Whispers came from them, and with his now acute hearing, he was able to hear a few words. Words that made his blood boil.

Monster…

Demon…

Not normal…

He was always like this!

His anger and hate started to vine around his mind again. His parents never loved him. They never did. They needed to be punished! The parents looking away, they never noticed their son going to the kitchen, taking a large butcher knife in his hands. He went over to them and without warning, he ambushed them, stabbing them numerous times in the throat, face and chest, ignoring their pleading cries until they were unrecognizable and still. After they were dead, he felt a chilling wind and looked back. He saw a large demon, a familiar feeling he felt when he was visited by the cat. He watched as the demon ate the bodies, gulping them down with a wicked grin. He told the boy that if he were to bring more victims into the house to feed, he will bring the one that will make him feel loved. The boy, under his mask, made a wicked smirk, similar to the demons as he began his reign.

Over the years, he had used his magic to make unsuspecting travelers lost in his forest until they came upon his house. There, they would enter into a maze like house filled with booby traps for a quick lunch for the demon, which possessed the house itself. The challenges were different, each for their own state of mind. The boy had grown over the years into a fine, young man. He used his mysterious appearance and charms to seduce those who have managed to enter his room. However, as he looked over them, the demon told him that none were worthy for him, that will not be able to stay faithful and true to him. They would not make him feel loved. By this, he fed them to the house, smiling eerily to their pained cries as they were devoured. The man was not sated. He was never sated. He wanted that one person. Even if he had to wait an eternity, he would. He wanted to feel love.

So the man stayed in that house, constantly hungry for blood thanks to his demonic blood that ran through his veins and that someone to be by his side forever. His screams and yells were heard throughout the whole area, filled with pain, despair, sorrow and anger.

But you know, that never happened. Everyone knows it's just a story…

…Right?