Of What's Left

A theme challenge for myself - 50 short stories circling the main pairing of Cry x Pewdiepie.

These will be short, some sweet, others practical and some a bit strange/possibly offensive.

Enjoy! -heart-


01 - Horror/Dark

I'm Sorry

Cry sat in the middle of the hospital floor, arms curled around his shins as he rocked idly back and forth in an attempt to calm himself. Tears had long since escaped his eyes, fresh batches rolling thickly down his flushed face to collect at his chin. His hand -his right one- held an undisturbed package of syringe needles, all varying in size. He'd considered using them on himself, but that would be too mundane, too much of an easy way out.

That single voice that ebbed into his mind every night suddenly came knocking back with a painfully forceful blow, causing the brunette to cry out and clutch at his throbbing skull. The bag of needles fell to the ground a few inches below, but Cry hadn't noticed nor let alone cared at this point, because he was back, driving him over the brink of sanity, driving him insane-

"... ry... Cry!" Came a familiar voice, earnest and laced with concern. The thought of Pewdie still being there the entire time, sitting with him while he lost the final shreds of him mind, it was enough to trace a smile onto Cry's cracked lips. "Please, calm down! It's okay, bro! I'm here, it's okay." A comforting hand gently connected with his shoulder, sending a violent tremor through the brunette's stiff body. "We can get through this."

"I'm sorry," Cry sobbed, not lifting his head. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry!" He clenched his hands around his head even tighter, stubbed nails digging into the flesh of his scalp hard enough to draw thin traces of blood. 'So sorry,' his mind chanted, as did the madness within him. 'I'm so sorry!'

Pewdie lifted his hand then, recoiling his arm back slightly as his eyebrows drew together in confusion. Sorry? It wasn't Cry's fault, and Pewdie wasn't a victim. He was here for him, to help him get better. "Cry... It's okay, nothing is wrong... You didn't do anything.."

"Sorry," Cry whispered, rocking slowly fading as he sat eerily still. "I'm so sorry..." And then his words drifted away as well, barely the ghost of his voice remaining in the dense air of the room.

Anxious due to the sudden silence, Pewdie slowly leaned in a bit closer. "Cry...?"

"I'm sorry," Cry began calmly after a moment, as if they were discussing something as casual as games.

"What-"

"Sorry that I have to kill you."

And before Pewdie could react, Cry unfurled from his curled up position and jumped at the taller blonde, outstretched hand clamping down tightly over his neck. The pressure caused Pewdie to choke and thrash, but Cry was already on top and straddling him, pinning him down as his hand constricted painfully over the man's throat.

"L-Let go, C..Cry!" Pewdie began to try his best to break free, squirming and kicking as much as he could. He inhaled loudly, throat closing on his words. "S..S... St- op!"

Cry laughed, a manic sound filling the room. "Not a chance!" He continued to add slight more pressure as time pressed on, careful not to let his friend die too quickly.

"W..hy..?" The blonde asked, face purple and blue. His hand that hadn't been held down clawed weakly at Cry's own, desperate to pull him away.

Cry hummed, the wicked glint in his eye now visible to the quickly dying blonde as he hovered closer. "But haven't you heard?" He smiled widely then, all signs of the real Cry erased away. "I love you. And if you love something, then you have to let it go."


Don't usually like mad!Cry but it's kind of fun to type! (Maybe Pewdie didn't die and he escaped? Gasp!)

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