Will have blood, insanity, mentions of suicide and depression, and males kissing. Don't like, don't read.
This will be mostly Cry's POV. I will not use Cry's real name through the series.
This part is kind of a prologue type thing and my first ever fanfiction.
(Disclaimer) I do not own PewDiePie or Cry/Cryoatic.
I sat in front the last crowd at vidcon, laughing, answering questions, the like. All without my silly poker-face mask. The last question was asked to me. "Cry, who did you show your face to first?" A lady in a cherry blossum pink blouse asked.
"Well it wasn't my choice to show my face to them, they kind of took off my mask without permission. I allowed it though." I laughed. I glanced at Pewdie, sitting next to me. It was brief and I looked away instantly, but of course the woman caught it.
"What was that, Cry?" She giggled. Every gaze set on me. Silence filled the room. "...Was it Pewdie?" She asked. Knowing I could get nowhere lieing, I told everyone.
"It was." Everyone was shocked I actually told them. "But yeah folks, we have to get going!" I said. Ken finished the ending, and we packed up our stuff.
The after-party was held at Toby's house. I was in the middle of telling some people various stories when Pewdie pulled me aside. "Hey cry, do you have time after the party to come to my house? I want to talk about... Se-"
"Okay. I'll come." I inturrupted. I winked and went around to other people.
Sorry for short chapter/prologue. This is just before the real story begins.