XOXO
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So, here's a little idea that came to me in the middle of the night. I really enjoy PewDieCry but recently I jumped on board the PewDieKen ship [which I lovingly called CinnamonToastPie].
Umm basically it's a Mad!CryxKenxPewDie revenge fic. I really don't know what else to say about it.
WARNINGS: gay stuff, blood, murder, stuff like that. So proceed with caution.
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XOXO
"Fucker thinks he can cheat on me. I don't think so." Cry shoved his phone in his pocket and slammed his car door before starting the engine. He sat for a moment and glanced at the center console. He knew there was a full pack of cigarettes in there but he had promised Felix… "Fuck it." He had told Felix he would stop smoking but Felix had told him they would be together and that he would never cheat on him. He broke his promise so why shouldn't Ryan break his?
The brunette pulled out the pack of Marlboro Red 100's and dug around for a lighter, still muttering to himself. The first drag was rough, the smoke burning his throat and lungs and making him cough harshly, his car quickly filling with smoke. The second drag went down more smoothly and by the fifth it became numbing and wonderful again. He rolled down his window and ashed his cigarette before pulling out of his parking space and heading for the free-way. He lit another cigarette as soon as he finished his first and turned up his radio. He'd only been to Ken's house a few times but he remembered that it was a long drive, even with Ken moving to Florida. Easily one or two hours. As he pulled up to a stop light he pulled his phone out again and opened the message he had gotten from Russ. His long time friend had spotted Pewdie and Ken being all lovey-dovey at a park and followed him home, snapping a few pictures of kissing and hand-holding and reporting straight to Cry with his information. As traffic started moving again he chanced a glance at his glove compartment, where he kept a Swiss Army Knife and a hunting knife [at Snake's urging]. A small smirk twitched over Ryan's lips as he pulled onto the free-way and accelerated, his blue eyes bright behind his glasses, and a low laugh bubbling up and passing between his lips. He would show them. NO ONE made a fool of Cry. NO ONE cheated on Cry. And NO ONE left Cry… Unless they were in a body bag~
XOXO
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