Obscurity
Chapter 1

"Therapy is like any other vice. You think it helps but actually it's slowly feeding the addiction and insanity within you." ~Anonymous

Cry sat on the plush white couch; he hugged his knees close to his chest while staring at the ground. His auburn hair was messy; bags were forming below his blue eyes. He wore plain white shirt with matching white sweat pants. He sighed a bit before looking up from the floor. Being in an asylum meant that he was surrounded by equally crazy people but he didn't mind that. They didn't bother him anyways.

He was in what seemed like a living room. In front of the plush white couch he was currently sitting on were an old t.v. and a coffee table. The floor was carpeted with some yellow fabric so that if anyone manages to pass out or something, well they'd have a soft landing. The walls were painted baby blue with smileys on them. It wasn't exactly the best therapeutic environment for him.

Men and women of different ages were going on with their business, wearing the same outfit he had. Some were sitting in the corners of the room, muttering to themselves. Others walking around aimlessly like the zombies they were. Hugging his knees closer to his chest, Cry had been confined for a couple weeks now. Ever since "It" happened, he was instantly dumped into the nearest asylum his family could find. Being rather lonely, the therapy sessions he had didn't exactly help him out.

"Ryan!" A voice shouted from across the room. He couldn't help but smile as he looked up to see Pewdie approach him. Even though everyone else had abandoned him, the Swede was the only one who still kept in touch. In an instant, Cry jumped to his feet and tackled his friend into a hug. "Woah! Ryan!" Pewds shouted in surprise, earning a couple of glares from the other occupants. "Don't call me Ryan. Please…" Before he knew it, Cry was sobbing into his chest.

"Ryan? What's wrong?" He asked gently, as he hugged the brunette back.
"D-don't be like them….M-my name's C-cry. I'm Cry. R-ryan's the m-murderer." Cry said through broken sobs. He hated this. He hated how sudden his emotions changed when he saw Pewdie. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk….. Really Ryyyyaaannnn?" Mad cackled as he appeared right behind the Swede.

He wore his usual black jacket and white shirt. His mask still held the crooked smile that haunted Cry in his dreams. Marzia's blood drenched his form. In his right hand lay the bloody butcher's knife Cry had used while in the left lay a fresh beating heart that he assumed was also Marzia's. On instinct Cry did the only thing he could think of. He screamed.

"Run! He's here! Call the police! Anyone! Kill him!" He shouted hysterically. His eyes grew wide as he tried to get away but was stopped by Pewdie's strong grip on his waist. "Ryan….calm down. He isn't here….He isn't real." The Swede said silently, tears slowly trailing down his cheeks as he watched his friend go into another fit. "Listen to him Ryyyaaannnn." Mad said teasingly as he placed the bloody butcher's knife to Pewdie's throat.

"Don't kill him! Please! Anyone but him!" Cry continued shouting, tears flowing down his face. The other occupants of the asylum just sat back and watched silently, unsure of what to do. "N-Nurse!" Pewdie croaked out, guilt washing over him.

"Traitor! Liar! Man-whore!" Cry shouted suddenly before his eyes dilated and started giggling uncontrollably. "Do you know what happens to tattle-tails?" He said dreamily a wicked smile stretching on his lips. "NURSE!" Pewdie shouted desperately, keeping a firm grip on the brunette's waist. "I'll rip your tongue to pieces! And gouge your eyes out before shoving them down your throat, so you can see how ugly you are from the inside!" Cry then started laughing insanely.

"Mad's kept me company for the past few weeks. You guys made me lonely, so we started making our own game!" Cry exclaimed happily. "And we want you to play with us Pewdie! You do love me after all, right? RIGHT?!" He shouted the last part angrily in the Swede's face.

The door burst open, medical staff started to pour in with restraints and a syringe. "No! No needles! I'll be a good boy! I'm a good boy!" He shouted in fear before glaring at Pewdie. "YOU DID THIS! YOU LIAR! YOU-" Cry was cut off by the nurse stabbing him with a syringe. Slowly, his eyes started to droop. He looked at Pewdie sleepily. Seeing hurt in the Swede's eyes he frowned. "I'm sorry." He muttered before passing out.

A/N: So I'm having an intense phase of writer's block and all that could come to mind was this. :3 Sorry for any wrong grammar usage and spelling.
~Nerdie