Cry had developed some... Double personality. He wasn't sure what to call it but it wasn't the nicest thing. Well, I say that meaning it started out rude. He would sometimes snap and call someone a name and rant on and on about how that person was wrong about said thing.
Half the time the person was right.
Usually that person was Pewds.
Over Marzia.
It may sound strange but sometimes this personality would go out of control and take the insulting from name calling of Pewds to blaming everything on Marzia. And when in this odd, trans-like state he thought and truthfully believed he was right. Even if he wasn't.
The one thing he was right about was that Pewdie and Marzia's relationship was going absolutely nowhere. It was like they had first met. half the time where Pewdie was doing all the talking and Marzia had no idea what he was saying. He would go on and on about co-ops with Ken and Cry or Martyn and she would just sit and nod, unable to say anything. And sometimes she would go on about Puga-chan or her Marzipans. Pewdie somewhat knew about girly things. But it got a little awkward when all her fans wanted to see was him or how whenever she would do her -somewhat- highly demanded fashion shoots Pewdie had to hold the camera.
He honestly felt like they were together for YouTube.
And really, only Cry picked up on this.
Or was it Cry? Was it his odd, second self? The self that was possessive and daring. Almost homicidal in a way.
Ar maybe they were working together on this?
Cry heaved a sigh and sat down on his unmade bed. The only light was from the glowing blue of his computer as it shut down. It was already 4 am after he finished recording and he awkward sleeping habits kept him awake. There was a demanding meow at his door. "Cat!" thee brunette yelled out, chuckling slightly. "Shut up! I need to sleep!" Sleep meaning lay in bed for an hour or two... Or tree.. Or maybe not sleeping at all just to think about the things going through his mind all at once. Was it actually him or him? He needed a name for this thing. Maybe that's tonight's subject.
A/N: Yoooo a pewdiecry thang. I'm gonna start actually writing shit now. Once a week! every Friday. I swear.