'Ha! I win! You owe me a story Swiss.'

'Mine was why funnier! Arrg fine you win. I'll write a story for you. God dang it Caricno!'

'Sorry bro, i laugh at dark humour lol.'

She sat in her normal spot in the coffee shop, sipping her hot chocotate with extra marhmallow and playing Cards against Humanity using the free Wi-Fi they offer in the café. It was a usual weekend for Abe. Well, at least it was for that moment.

She was shifting her jet black hair out of her brown hues as the man walked into the shop. He was a curious one, didn't draw too much attention even though the white mask over his face should have made him stand out. He was average build, average height, average pretty much everywhere, his mask with two drawn on eyes and an emotionless mouth. To the naked eye, he could be anyone, but Abe knew who he was in an instant.

"1 hot chocotate with extra marhmallow to go, please?" the bored shop clerk didn't even bother to look up from her phone as she poured the coffee into a to-go cup and handed it too. Him. If she had looked up she would have seen the masked face of the YouTube legend, but she had missed her chance, Abe wasn't going to do that, but she had to act cool.

She was surprised when he turned to face her first, her embarrassment making her smile and wave awkwardly. He just waved back a small laugh leaving his lips, or his mask, whatever. Her cheeks went red, her urge to fangirl in her seat strong but her willpower stronger for now. She called out to him, trying to keep the conversation away from the fangirl emotions. "Extra marshmallow? Quite a sweet tooth you have there." Her accent was British, but slightly Americanised.

"Oh." He seemed to be surprised by her talking to him. "Well, I only like sweet things as long as it's mixed with a bunch of caffeine I don't really notice too much." She laughed, his voice just as majestic as ever. The girl behind the counter gave him his coffee, still not looking up from her phone, and he was about to walk away, which made Abe's heart sag, but he stopped, approaching her with a half-nervous shuffle. "Is that seat taken?"

"No!" She said quickly and almost shouted. He stopped for a second, before she realised she hadn't made it clear, "I mean, no please take it." He seemed to be beaming, but his mask didn't show his emotion, so she had to go by body language. He gladly took the seat across from her, making her heart leap.

"I'm sorry, while we were conversing over how we both like our hot chocolate, I didn't catch your name?" he said, his voice carrying her into an almost trance, she had to shake her head slightly to clear away the clouds of dreams.

"I'm Abe." She said, smiling widely at the person she admired greatly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Abe." He said with a very positive tone which she melted for. "I'm…"

"You're Cryaotic." She said, unable to contain it anymore. "I love your videos I like watch them all the time!"

"Why, thank you." He said, she could feel his blush under his mask, which she guessed just became a habit to wear. She wasn't curious about what was under it, he was Cry with it on or off regardless. "I must say, it's not often I get recognised, and when I am, they usually freak out."

"Oh I'm freaking out inside."

He laughed. "But, you are one of the first to try and start a conversation without saying complex inaudible fusion of disjointed words." His words bought her into a trance again. The way he articulated each word perfectly, leaving her on the edge of her seat with each syllable. He snapped herself out of her trance and smiled.

"Well, you do have quite an approachable face, it looks like a very friendly face." She smiled, and he laughed scratching his mask like it was his own face. He sipped his coffee, somehow the drawn on mouth acting like a real on without opening.

"So when you say you watch them all the time-?" He stopped as Abe watched a handsome young man around Abe's age walked into the shop, his dirty blonde hair was made even fluffier from the wind. His eyes were brown with ringlets of green, and he chose a usual attire of chinos and a grey sleeved white jumper. He smiled at Abe as he walked in.

"Hi Abes." He called to her, walking over to the counter.

"Hey Ross." She waved back, smiling. She knew him from around, they had met in strange circumstances and bonded quickly.

"Friend of yours?" Cry asked her.

"Oh yeah, Ross is really nice. He's a great writer." She said. He cocked his head a little, the conversation died quickly for some reason, and Ross put his Frappuccino down on a neighbouring table and headed for the restrooms.

"Would you excuse me a moment?" Cry asked her. She nodded and he also left for the restroom. She was left alone, and when he was out of sight she pulled out her phone and tweeted her best friend, telling them she had met her senpai in a coffee shop and was freaking out.

After 5 or so minutes cry came back, he didn't sit back down but rather leant down next to Abe and whispered in her ear. "Hey, you wunna go grab a bite to eat? You look famished." She couldn't help but squeal a little in joy and nod, leaving her half-finished coffee on the table and leaving the shop. Thinking to herself as she did.

'Omg, am I about to have a date with Cry?!'


The men's bathroom of the coffee shop had a sigh hanging on the door. "CLEANING IN PROGRESS." Which is any member of staff noticed would make them think it was strange, since the cleaner had only just left half an hour ago. What was inside was far from clean.

The tapes had been left running, making the water cascade down the basin onto the floor. The water mixed with a red liquid, forming rivers of stained crimson, the source of which was a young man with matted blond hair and dull, dead jade ringed chocolate eyes.

A knife wound in his abdomen.

One hand was over the wound, the other covered in blood, a trail of which lead up the wall, to a mirror, where words had been painted in warning.

"PEWDIECRY."