I told myself I'd never do this shit goddamnit.
But here it is. A Cryaotic fic.
What have I done.
Anyway, the Hello Friend posts mentioned in this? They're real. I do them every day on my personal tumblr as it's not a big deal as the fic says it is. Whoops lol.
So, um, yeah. This is my first Cryaotic fic so I really hope you guys enjoy.
OH btw, strong language. Both from myself and the fanfic. So...don't read it if you don't want to?
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Midnight had crept into my dorm slowly. I had hardly noticed. I wasn't one to pay much attention to time. A yawn took a hold of me while I opened up tumblr on my laptop. I reblogged a couple of funny posts on my personal account before switching over to my other blog. It was called 'Hello Friend'. I'd started these posts on my personal account a long time ago. They had become pretty popular so I had moved them to a new blog dedicated to them alone. I let my fingers tap against the keys as I typed up another entry.
Hello friend. Today was not the best. I had finally graduated college, but that was a short-lived happiness. My parents didn't show up. They just called and left a voicemail. They said they were sending me some money, but to be honest, I didn't want their money. I felt insulted and, quite frankly, pissed off. But it's okay, friend. I relaxed, thinking of your happy laughter. I couldn't get to your videos today. I'm moving out and into my new house, if you can call it that. It's really tiny, but I think I'll be fine. It's scary going into the world alone. I only hope I can find a decent job soon. I'm moving back to the states. Canada is amazing. But I think I need to grow my business (and my bank account!) before I can think of living there. Anyway, I think I'll go pull up your videos, friend. I could use a good laugh. It feels empty in here.
Goodbye friend.
I placed my usually tags to it #Cryaotic and #Hello Friend and clicked happily on the post button. The people that followed me liked reading about my day and how Cry helps me. They sent me their own 'Hello Friend' letters and I would post them. They, just like I did, wanted our favorite YouTuber to be happy and know just how much he meant to us. Plus, we'd love to have him interact with us more. I smiled as my message notification lit up. Probably another user wanting me to share their letter, I thought to myself. I clicked the message and saw it was exactly what I predicted. This user was anonymous, though. I decided to read the letter out loud, feeling lonely in my dorm.
"Hello friend. Though I'm not saying hello to the friend you're thinking of." I tilted my head in confusion. "My 'Hello Friend' is about you, dear writer." My eyes went wide. "I read all of your letters, and they make me feel happy. People can be so nice when they want to be. It amazes me when I see all of these people write their own letters. I smile when I read them. So now I will write my own. Hello, again, friend. It wasn't a bad day, but it wasn't a good day either. I'd been stuck in a slump all day, but I went to visit my younger brother. He was very happy to see me, so we played some games. He was sad when I had to leave, but I promised I would be back soon. Seeing my brother got me out of my slump a little. I came home and started playing my own games. My grandmother surprised me with a visit, too. But once she left, I fell back into a slump of sorts. I found myself goofing around on tumblr so I decided to catch up on my letter reading. You had just posted a new one, friend, so I am privileged to have been one of the first to read it!
"I think I should go now. I can't really think of anything else to say. Goodbye, friend."
I leaned back on my bed and stared for a while. Someone had written me a letter? I pushed my glassed up and ran my fingers through my hair. They had written their letter as an 'ask' so I quickly typed up my response.
Thank you, friend! I'm flattered. This is pretty new for me. Thank you for your letter. The page appreciates the donation of your feelings and originality! :)
I looked at the letter and my response, smiling. I was bubbly. This page was built for Cry. Not me. I wondered if this anon would rather send me the letters directly. I pasted in the link to my personal account and told the anon to message me there if they would like.
Posting the message, I grinned again. I felt better than I had in a long time. I opened up YouTube and searched for Cry. I noticed a new Rule of Rose, which I wasn't really fond of. But there was also a new Cry Reads. The title was called "Cry Reads: Letters". Probably just another creepypasta. "I never sleep well after these," I mumbled, clicking on it anyway.
"Cry Reads: Letters."
Three words. He said three words. And already I was wrapped up in that voice.
"Hello friend."
My heart thudded to a stop. Holy shit.
"Today was actually a very good day. It was a pleasant change from the norm. I will be graduating soon. Exciting, right? I don't know. I'm ready to be done with school, but I just don't know if I'll cut it in the real world. I'm thinking about…coming back to the states. Canada has become a second home to me, and I love it here. But…I don't know. Maybe just country-sick, if there is such a thing." Nervous laughter.
He was reading one of my Hello Friend letters! Holy fucking shit!
"I went back through your videos and I started watching you play Skyrim again. I love that game. I still play it all the time. I like to goof off on it. You make me happy, friend. It's nice to have someone be there for you every day, even if they don't know it. I hope you understand your importance, friend. You make waking up a hell of a lot easier.
"Anyway, I think I should go now. It's getting late and I have packing to do. Goodbye, friend."
I sat there in pure fucking disbelief. He had read one of my letters! There was a pause and I realized he had started reading another one. I listened to it intently. I thought I could hear a smile in his voice. I clicked on the description and read it. My nose was almost touching the screen.
So I found a thing. There's this tumblr page-y thingy where a bunch of people write letters to yours truly about what happened during their day and how I helped them through it.
Goddamn did I find some deep shit.
These guys, gals, whatever…they fucking care, man. And they all have their own stories, their own shitty days and I, a guy who's terrible at playing games but plays them anyway, help them.
Holy shit.
I gotta do something, man, because I feel fuckin' special and I just don't deserve it.
These are some of the letters.
Also, buzz.
Yeah.
Take it easy.
My mind and my heart were racing. I quickly copied the link and posted it to my Hello Friend blog, captioning it something along the lines of 'holy fucking shit guys Cry reads our letters take a listen if you haven't already'. I closed my laptop and set it beside my bed. My head was spinning. Was this real life?
Without getting out of my dazed and confused state, I wandered over and turned on the fan and changed into pajamas. I crawled into my bed and fell asleep dreaming of Sup Guys and letters and an infectious personality with no face.
Little did I know, a message had pinged on my personal blog. It was from that same anon that said 'So I guess you saw the video…'