Hey how's it going?! Welcome to my latest grotesque creation! Nah, I'm joking - this one's going to be great. Speaking of 'this one,' I should probably introduce the story a bit. Well, this is a little 'Pewdie and Cry in Amnesia' fanfiction, which will include a bit of best-friend jealousy, a small dog and a lot of drama and feels. Most probably no boyxboy romance, but some best friend love, instead, which can be just as cute. I really think this'll be fun, guys, so enjoy it as much as I will. Also, my disclaimer's on my profile and if you want to leave a review then thank you, it helps. If not, thanks for reading anyway and hopefully I'll hear something from you in a later (and better) chapter. The title name will become apparent later, and I'm pleased to say I have a lot of ideas for this story. This is just an introduction which is why it's so short and the AN is so long. Enjoy Xxx
- Livvy xxx
"Ugh my head," Pewdiepie said under his breath, exiting Amnesia and turning off his computer. He had had enough of games for the day and had decided to leave editing his latest video until the next morning because of his throbbing headache. It had started sometime during Amnesia and had eventually gotten so bad that he'd had to stop filming and scrap that video.
Pewdie left the room to go to the kitchen. He almost tripped over a dog bowl on the way to the sink, and that reminded him to feed Maya. Marzia usually fed her, but she was away in America doing some modeling and she'd taken Ynk with her for some pet shots, so Pewds and Maya were left together, which Pewds didn't mind at all.
He poured himself a glass of water then did Maya's food. The biscuits overflowed and scattered on the floor, but Pewdie didn't notice. A hungry dog suddenly appeared out of nowhere to devour her biscuits and Pewdie smiled slightly. Then he left for his bedroom, Maya (unbeknownst to him) following loyally.
The tired Swede collapsed on his bed, swearing at the stabbing pain in his head got worse. He closed his eyes and fell asleep almost immediately, despite the fact that it was only about seven in the evening (long before Pewds normally went to bed). He was not greeted by pleasant dreams...
~TRANSITION~
In America, a man shut the lid of his laptop and leaned back, a tearing pain raging in his head. He blamed it on hours of gaming, not knowing, obviously, that a man in Sweden is suffering the exact same problem.
He rubbed his face and ruffled his hair, then stood. He thought he'd freshen up a bit and perhaps that'd make him feel better. Most times, when he had headaches or stomach-aches, a nice warm shower helped, but Cry couldn't find the energy. So he settled for a face wash, which didn't really suffice.
Exhausted, he flopped down onto his sofa and switched on the TV. He muted it so he wouldn't have to hear anything too loud and watched a cartoon in silence. He didn't usually resort to such forms of entertainment, but Cry felt he needed something to do rather than laying in bed with a headache.
The cartoons were amusing, but soon, just the light from the TV became too intense to watch, so Cry switched it off and turned over so he was facing the back of the sofa. He hadn't noticed himself gradually move into a sleeping position, and only realized he was in one when he felt his eyes begin to droop. Cry closed his eyes, and he was soon in a deep sleep. One which was, most unfortunately, going to transport him to another realm...