Mad smiled from the doorway of Cry's room. Arms crossed, he leaned against its frame casually. "Cry? What are you doing?" He asked boredom evident in his voice. His hair was messy with a slightly reddish tint in his brown hair. His eyes were dilated into slits with blood red irises. He wore his usual red hoodie and jeans along with his white porclein mask that held a sinister smile. "I'm trying to record at the moment Mad." Cry answered, a bit annoyed.

Cry sat in front of his desk; on it was his laptop, a can of Mt. Dew and his recording equipment. He wore a pair of old black jogging pants coupled with an old white shirt. He sighed as he took a sip of his drink. His laptop was annoying him. It kept on closing the program he was playing and in its place an empty message window would pop up.

"What are you trying to record then?" Mad asked, smirking at his annoyance. "Would you just shut the fu-"Cry started but was cut off by a sudden squeal. Nathan, his little brother, ran into the room. The little boy looked stunningly a lot like Mad in some sense. They both shared the same reddish tint in their hair unlike Cry's plain brown. Nathan also had 2 different colored eyes. Unlike most of his family that had blue eyes, his right one was red. He passed through Mad's form as if he was nothing but smoke. Tackling the larger boy, Nathan hugged him and raised his hands into the air. "Happy Birthday!" He shouted happily.

Cry blinked for a moment, trying to process what had just happened. "Uhm…." He managed to say. "It's your birthday, silly. Remember?" Nathan said as he jumped off Cry's lap and walked over to the nearby calendar. Still wearing his striped PJ's, he stood on his toes trying to point out the date. "See. It's your birthday today." He said, pointing at the date circled with red marker. He then looked back at the larger boy with his pouted lips.

Cry couldn't help but laugh; he stood up from his chair and walked over to Nathan. "I guess it is." He then presumed to mess up Nathan's hair. "Hey! Stop it!" The younger boy giggled. "Mom wants you downstairs for breakfast. She made pancakes and bacon today." He said before running out the door, once again passing right through Mad's form.

Mad looked at Cry with an amused look on his face. He hadn't moved an inch from his previous position. "Don't you get tired of that?" Cry asked as he sat back down on his chair with a small smile on his face. "Of getting walked through? Nahh… since it leaves you dumbfounded sometimes." He snickered. Cry rolled his eyes before going back to his laptop. "Aren't you going downstairs? It's bacon after all." He asked curiously.

Cry stretched from his chair and stood up. "Yeah, I guess I should." He then looked at him seriously. "Don't touch anything." Mad laughed. "As if I can." He said as he waved his hand around, making it pass through Cry's dresser. "Oh, right. Well, excuse me then." Cry said, walking right through him. "Hey! Only Nathan can do that!" Mad called out childishly to Cry's retreating form.

Mad then flopped unto Cry's bed, putting his arms behind his head, he stared at ceiling in complete boredom. A sudden "ping!" of a bell echoed through the room. Mad sat up from the bed and looked around the room. The sound came again. Standing up, he walked over to Cry's laptop and sat down on the chair. The sound seemed to have been coming from the blank message window.

The sound came again. The message window popped open, this time it as no longer blank. "Happy Birthday" It read. "And who the fuck is this from?" Mad said to himself. Another message window popped open.

"Me, of course."

Mad sat there stunned. It had heard him? He then narrowed his eyes at the message. "And who are you exactly?"

"Call me Virus. Vi for short. You're Mad I presume?"
"How do you know my name?"
"I heard Cry mention your name earlier."

Mad glared at message. He had a bad feeling about this.

"What do you want?"
"Nothing really. I just wanted to greet Cry a happy birthday."
"If you wanted to greet him then why did your message only appear now?"

There was silence. Mad smiled to himself. He knew the other was lying. "Now let's make things clear." He said threateningly. "Stop fucking with Cry's stuff and leave him alone. Or else I will fucking kill you fuckass." Suddenly the sound of static came through the speakers. In it, Mad could make out the sound of someone laughing.

The screen suddenly turned black for a moment before turning into grey static. Mad glared as he saw Virus' form on the screen. He looked exactly like Cry. They both shared the same hair color and features, his mask held the same crooked smile as Mad's. His eyes on the other hand had no pupils, just two bright blue irises. His form twitched and bended as he laughed at Mad. "N-not even y-you can kill a pr-program, my dear Mad." He said through the speakers. His voice was like a broken audio recording.

"Mad? What's going on in there?" Cry said as he opened the door. The screen suddenly turned back to normal. "What were you doing with my laptop?" He asked curiously. A bit of syrup from his pancakes was smeared on his lips.

Mad stood up from the chair and walked over to Cry. He then leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. The brunette pulled away, his face flushing red with embarrassment. "What was that for?" He stuttered. Mad licked his lips, enjoying the sweet taste of pancake syrup. "Just making sure that those lips are mine." He chuckled.

"O-okay…" Cry said awkwardly before going over to his laptop. "What were you doing with my laptop again?" He said as he sat down on the chair. Mad went back to his previous position by the doorway. "I was just making friends." He chuckled.

A/N: I've been itching to write something for a while. Not sure if this could be a one-shot or a start of another series. Tell me what you think. :3 As usual sorry for any misspellings and wrong grammar usage.