In this Chapter you currently play as Cry(I= Cry me= Cry ect.), something is going on. Bad too, no videos no nothing...
Not a fan of pewdiecry
I may or may not continue this story, I put drama in.
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Cryaotic
-Chapter 1-
It's been four months since Cry last posted a video, that video explained that he was gonna like... not post something for a while... maybe a long while. He hasn't done anything, much less was he up for anything. No Tweets, Facebook, he hasn't done a Livestream either.
Even now others message me or comment asking; 'Where are you?', 'Are you okay?', 'Are you dead?', and so on. They still don't understand, or seen my last video... probably. Thank you to the ones that reply to those comments and explain. Hell, I haven't even talked to Pewds, nor have I been on Skype. I haven't been on his Youtube channel in forever I wonder how he's doing... he glanced at his phone Maybe... just to check. I don't have to call, I cou- no. I'm probably being a jerk in thinking this but I can't too much is happening right now. In my head at least. He looked back up to his computer; the light reflected on his glasses from the holes of his mask. I should do a virus scan, maybe the last one was a mistake... a dream, yeah definitely a dream... hopefully Cry moved the cursor over to the virus scanner; on his taskbar. He hovered his cursor over it and it turned a bright blue and in 8 bit for 10 mil-seconds, then went to normal "What?" He breathed, moved his cursor away then back on hovering over, it was normal now. He sighed and clicked on the icon "I could of sworn... that-it was blue... or something" He said quietly. The scanner came up and began scanning; in a second it already found a virus. A few minutes later, the program was done scanning. He waited for the list of viruses to come up so he could delete the one, when it came up it was in a bright blue saying: ERROR_I'm_alw- ERROR. What? Error?- oh god no... not again Cry thought, getting up and he went over to the door of his room and locked it. He went over to his one window and locked it as well. Any way to leave the room was now locked, no one could get in either. Which was probably best if no one did come in.
Cry walked over to the computer again, he checked everything one last time. Then sat down, he clicked the check box and clicked delete. A great big blue flash went up on the screen, and a blue electrical current went through the wires to his mouse and went into his arm, bright neon blue techy symbols; straight lines and dots at the end shining through his green sweater spread on his arm. It made a searing pain right in his arm, it felt infinite. He yelled loudly in pain backing up in his chair, tipping Cry and the chair over onto the floor his mask falling off. He landed with a loud BANG! Even though his back hurt, he held his arm tightly his legs kicking him away frantically backing up. Cry head banged onto the bed "Ow" He whispered his head throbbing. Cry looked at his arm being held, holding it wasn't helping. In fact, the blue stuff was making it worse! Spreading to his other hand. He let go shutting his eyes to as if to resist the pain, the pain turned worse. Cry opened his eyes then everything faded into darkness.
(not dead)
Cry gasped as he jolted awake; eyes flinging open. The pain was gone, but his head still hurt and as he looked around his room; it was in chaos, random books spread out on the floor. Chair on the floor, the book case in his room. His glasses were a bit chipped and his mask laying next to the chair. Scratching came from the door. ? Cry got up stumbling slightly then straightened, walking to the door. He opened the door slightly and a eager sounding meow came from the door, and then second one. He sighed with relief and opened the door completely, his cats stared at him; eager for pets. He crouched down and stroked their backs with both hands. They purred in reply... he smiled. He stood up and looked at his fallen chair, then he noticed his mask; it lay bent on the ground, the bend was making creases in the side of his mask making small rips in the mask.
Cry darted over and picked up his mask; beginning to break. The string was still intact though. He sighed and put it on looking through the holes of his mask. He looked at his arm again, the markings didn't go away. They stopped glowing, though. Cry tried to rub it away but it didn't go away "-insert f bomb here-ing shit, that's not gonna go away... I'll have to deal."
That was the exact reason why he stopped the making videos, the Virus.
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Hope you enjoyed my first story! Chapter? thing...