Well. PewDiePie inspired me to do this. SAs did Jacksepticeye! I am not affiliated with either off them and do not really want to ruin Felix and Marzia's relationship, also warning, this is a gay ship, so if you are homophobic, please Piss OFF! XD Disclaimer: I do not own the names or games mentioned in this story Enjoy!
The Eyes.
Felix sat at his computer screen editing another video, watching his repetitive gags over and over again. He chuckled to himself, as he screamed in the video. Dr Crab had come to visit him in a dream last night. He had whispered, "Pews, can you hear me Pews?"
"Yes Dr Crab!"
"Jack is looking for you."
Pews just stared. "Jack?!" he gasped. Then he glared, arms folded. "What does that idiot want?"
Dr Crab leaned in close and then said, "Your heart."
That was where the dream had ended and it had not left Felix's mind the whole day.
He was alone, and frightened, with only Minecraft, Stranded Deep and an Oculus Rift to comfort him. At least in a video game if you lose health hearts you ripsaw. In real life, if a heart is broken you can't simply fix it.
Ever since Marzia began hanging out with Cry, Felix had gotten jealous. He hacked Cry's YouTube account just for fun and stole the souls of the subscribers to keep in a bag. Then he fed the souls to Edgar. The souls would scream as they fell into the pug's jaws and Felix would cackle with joyous delight. "DEUTSCHLAND!" he would yell victoriously. Yet, his heart still yearned for his Cutie Pie Marzia, but alas, she had left him, for she could not bear his incessant screaming fits when playing Five Nights at Freddy's. He had begged her not to go, but she had pre-packed a bag and said enough was enough.
"I'm taking these too!" she sobbed, snatching the headphones from his skull.
"No! Marzia, be reasonable!" he cried, but it was too late. Maria had already leapt into Cry's Ferrari and they disappeared to Vegas. Because. You know. Everyone goes to Vegas after a break-up apparently.
Felix curled up in the fatal position and began rocking back and forth, before tipping on to his side. He was alone, heartbroken, regretful, headphone-less.
His only comfort was Edgar who sat on his keyboard and tried playing Call of Duty, only he couldn't because his paws were too small. Then Edgar was also depressed.
"Oh Pews," Edgar sighed, "Why oh why can I not play games with you?"
Felix sat up. "Because you are a pug on drugs!" he retorted, "that's not even how you play Call of Duty, you're just mashing the buttons with your ass!"
Edgar looked hurt. "But-but. I thought I was playing Call of Booty!"
Felix threw a slipper at Edgar to show him he was displeased with Edgar's attitude.
Suddenly, Felix remembered something Dr Crab had told him in the dream.
"I KNOW!" he said unnecessarily loud, "I WILL GO AND SEE JACK!"
Just twenty days later he flopped like a fish at the door of Jack's house, filled with exhaustion, except the finger he used to ring the doorbell.
Jack answered looking confused and terrified at the same time at the Swedish man who was having a fit on his doorstep.
"Felix! What the hell man!?"
"I'm sorry!" Felix gasped, "I just-had to see you!"
He got up dusting himself off and from his pocket he retrieved a shamrock. Green as an emerald.
"Where did you get that?" inquired Jack.
"I travelled for 20 days and 20 nights," Pews told him, "I picked this up along the way. It reminded me of you!"
"That's racist!" declared Jack, slapping Felix hard across the face. "Now why did you come to see me?"
Felix was speechless. "I-I just wanted to see you-to tell you-"
"Tell me what Felix? Did you just want to show me your shifty shamrock?"
"No. No." Felix pleaded. "Listen to me. Marzia left me."
The facial expression of Jack changed to sorrow. "Oh, well. I'm sorry about that Pews."
"For Cry."
Jack tried his best not laugh. "That's-terrible!"
Felix saw right through his little act, and knew when he wasn't wanted.
"Fine. I'll go," said Pews indignantly. "I just came here to say something I've been bottling up for a very long time."
"In fact," he added, "DO something.
He slowly walked right up to the doorstep, then closer to Jack. Their faces brushed against each other as Pews planted a kiss on Jack's cheek.
But not the Swedish kiss, because that's just gross.
Pews would pee on Cry, but not Jack. Not his beloved.
"Oh Pewdie!" exclaimed Jack, "I didn't know you felt that way!"
"I do," whispered Pews, "I only wish we could be together-always…"
He stared at Jack, lost in his eyes. His Septic eyes. He wanted to go on staring at them forever.
Jack stared back at Felix. His pink lips, his ice blue eyes, and slowly stroked his blonde hair.
Then the two men, edged closer to each other and each shared a deep, loving kiss.
Then still in each other's embrace, they shut the door…