HELLO PPL! 5ive here with something kinda... old? idk when I last updated this piece of crap but anyone who's read it likes it soooo I figured why not?

And if anyone on here likes it, I'll think about updating it~ Got the entire thing planned out but just haven't found the inspiration to write more ^^'''

It was like any other day of recording. Got up early, took a quick shower, ate breakfast with Marzia, Puga-Chan and Edgar; then realized Cry was still awake so asked if he wanted to play. Of course he got all excited and worked up about it. We spat over a few games to play until deciding to go with Worms. Both of our fan groups loved it enough.

Most of Cry's friends were sleeping but we did manage to grab Ken and Ian – Anthony wanted to watch and make fun of us. Of course Cry and me teamed up once more which made Ken nearly flip his lid. What can I say? We made a great team! Just as long as no one mentioned PewDieCry…we would be fine.

I had gotten some new worms seeing as so many bros wanted the same names for them: Stephano, Mr. Chair, Piggeh, and Mayo. Why everyone wanted Mayo…No clue. Stephano and Mayo were regular worms where as Mr. Chair was tiny and Piggeh was fat. Seemed to fit perfectly in my head.

Cry had his usual group of Penny, Danny Phantom, Snap, and Rudy. All of them normal with little blue hats on. God dammit I couldn't get enough of those tiny hats!

Ken had named his randomly. Literally, they weren't even words. At least not in any language I knew. Hell, they could have been Mexican! Or Spanish… whichever was the one that says 'Uno'.

And then Ian's team. All of them were fat and named hilariously inappropriate things. Well, except one: Pickle. But I could tell that it was meant to be perverted.

The game was normal. Ian would cut out once in a while when his internet stopped working but would be right back on a moment later. Apparently there was a storm wherever they were so internet was a little suckish. After about half an hour all that was left were two of Ken's, Pickle, Piggeh, and Penny. I have fucked up because I blew up Snap with a mole so Cry got me back by pushing Mr. Chair in the water.

"Dammit, Pewds! He was right there!" Cry was mad, but laughing so hard I swore he'd fall out of his chair.

I had tried to blow up one of Ken's worms with a bomb but the stupid thing fell off the side of the map and in the water. "I tried, Cry! You saw it sitting there! The… stupid wind!"

Ken sounded like he was choking with how hard he was laughing. "Thank you, wind! Such a gentle beauty! I must kiss it."

"No! Don't do that, Ken!" I pleaded through the laughter.

Then the next worm came up with Ian's user name. "Oh-ho! It's my turn, BITCH!" The fat worm slinked its way across the screen…very…slowly. "I'mma coming for ya, Pig!"

"Oh no! Not Piggeh! G-Go after Penny!"

And Pickle jumped over little Penny. "Nope. Goin' for the pig!" The worm stopped as Ian was choosing a weapon. "Hmmm… I want… This one." He laughed as he pulled out a rocket launcher.

"NO!" I laughed. "It was nice battling with you Cry."

Cry was silent. "Not really. Bye!"

"Ah! You bastard!"

"What? You killed Snap!"

"SO?!" I pretended to cry dramatically. "I thought you were a bro, man…!" Before Cry could answer, the rocket launched and blew Piggeh off his perch. "NO!" The fat worm plopped into the water. "Piggeh!"

Cry laughed that adorable way that his fangirls loved. So then that made me laugh as well. "All alone now. And it's my turn! Hmm! How to kill people… Well, worms." He searched through his things. "I guess it's time for THIS!" He laughed once more while his tiny worm scooted and jumped away. "Rope, away!" He made an effort of making straining sounds as Penny swung away on a rope.

Once he was on the opposite side of the map as everyone else, he began to laugh again. "Now… Obliterate!" He selected something and a cute donkey statue began to destroy the map completely.

"AH!" Ken sounded like he face palmed.

Ian was in awe of it and was laughing, as was Anthony.

I gave one loud "HA" before saying, "So that's what you got all excited about earlier!"

Even without seeing his face, I knew he was smiling brightly. "Yep! I'm a sneaky bastard."

"Very sneaky." We took several moments to gloat about our winning before being sent back to the main screen.

Anthony shoved Ian away. "New game! I wanna play!"

"But it's my team."

"That's why I'll play with mine." Ian's username left and a few moments passed before we got a new game up with Anthony's team. His names were PikaPet, BITCH, Charlie, and DittoDildo. We all had a good laugh about that last one.

The new game was up and it was Cry's turn first. Cry, being completely morbid with this game at times, took this chance to drop a dynamite beside two of Ken's worms which caused one to fall in the water and the other to hit a second bomb and get thrown on top of Mr. Chair.

"You're going to crush him!" I squealed. "Mr. Chair is so tiny and weak!"

"But he's a chair. He is meant to be sat on."

"Oh…" I felt stupid for once. "That makes sense."

Ken sniggered.

Now it was Ken's turn, but not the worm that was on Mr. Chair. "I must avenge my comrade!"

"Do you even know how to say your worms' names?" Anthony asked, attempting to sound one of them out.

"Nope!" Ken wriggled over to Danny Phantom. "YOU! Now is your time to die!" He pulled out a bat.

Cry sighed loudly. "A bat? Such a noob move!"

Ken sat there for a moment, and then a water gun was pulled out. "Better?"

"Eh."

The water easily pushed Danny into the water. "I always hated that show."

"Really?"

Ken laughed. "No. That show was awesome!"

"Not as awesome as your beard was," I threw in.

"Or the things you could hide in it," Anthony put in.

We all laughed as the game continued forward. My turn was spent trying to explode BITCH with the mole. Of course I failed, but I did get Charlie.

"NO! Not Charlie!" Ian yelled in the background. "I…I loved him so much…!"

"Dude, it was my worm."

"So? I love that name."

Further the game went with Anthony killing off Piggeh and then Cry getting himself some supplies that dropped between turns. He must have found something good since he laughed. "This is going to be awes-"

Then the Skype call was dropped and Cry's worms disappeared. "Huh? Cry?" I got to my Skype screen to type to him but it said Cry had gone offline. "Okay…?"

"Hey, where'd he go?" Ken asked. "Stupid internet failing us and messing up this game!"

Anthony looked confused. "Uh… Did he mention anything about storms messing with his internet?"

"No. Even if it was storming he still has awesome internet." I pulled out my phone. Only a few of Cry's friends had his number. I was one of them so I called him up. He answered on the second ring. "You okay?"

Cry sighed. "Yeah. Sorry to ruin the game."

"It's fine." I put him on speaker. "Cry's okay."

The other three cheered.

He laughed. "Yeah, my computer is glitching. The screen is black."

"Racist." Ken muttered with a snigger.

I waved my hand at him like signaling that he was funny. "So did it shut off?"

"No. It's still on, the screen is just black. I'm going to unplug it and plug it back in." He was moving around now and set the phone down. Then I could hear him straining to pull the plug until there was a soft 'pop' and Cry let out a huff. "Uh, it's still on. I did unplug the computer I think…" There was some silence. "Oh, oops. TV plug." But he didn't sound like he was trying to get the computer off anymore.

"It's still on?"

He didn't hear me. "Stupid…" Whatever he had wanted to say drifted into quiet. The phone was moved and he was talking to me. "My computer is still on and there is some game running."

"Game? Can you record?"

"No…"

I got myself comfortable. "Play it then. Tell us what you see."

"Well, it looks like a corridor. Um… move with WASD and look around with the mouse. I'm going to put you on speaker." He set the phone down.

The others on Skype had already been quiet, but now all of us were listening to Cry and I was still recording. I made sure to put the phone close to my mic for the others to hear.

"Everything is gray. Can't run. Straight hallway. This is really eerie." Silence for some time. "There isn't any music at all, but something is making this game very creepy. Oh, I found a note."

We waiting patiently for him to pick it up.

"'Hidden behind a screen.' What?" There had been no sound when the paper was picked up; even as we suspected Cry continued walking there was no sounds at all. We all thought he was pulling our leg. Trying to be mysterious and shit.

For a while Cry didn't say anything. Nothing jumpscared him and he didn't find anything worth mentioning to us. The only thing that let us know he was still there was the click of his keyboard or swipe of his mouse. "Another note ahead." Still no sound when he picked it up. "'A truth kept secret from thousands.' Okay, this is fucking scary."

We didn't respond to him. We wanted to hear more of this game he was playing. It seemed boring. But with it having installed itself and launched itself… we were all intrigued.

"Oh, another note. Still no jumpscares." He silently picked it up. "'Do you think you're safe hidden behind that mask?' …" Cry didn't speak. He didn't move.

"You still there?" I asked.

"U-Uh… yeah." There was a sudden sound of paper when he clicked off the note that scared him. "Dammit…! Stupid…note." A soft thudding was heard. It was like the Slenderman music from the original game. "Is this Slenderman?" Cry asked what I was thinking. As if the thought of that scared him, the mouse swiped fast and hard. "Hello?"

Anthony looked uncomfortable, like he was bored but not wanting to leave. Ian was glued to the screen. "I have to pee…" Anthony was squirming in the chair.

"Just go, we'll let ya know if anything happened," Ken advised him before we were all silent again.

"What's happening now, Cry?"

"I'm running somewhere. No clue where." Another paper sound as a note was picked up. "'We know your face.' This is fucking scaring me."

It almost sounded like a game made to scare Cry. It mentioned his mask – for his online character – and hiding behind his computer screen. Cry wasn't a bully so there was no 'hiding' being done, but he did hide his face from all his fans. And then mentioning that they knew his face… that must be getting to him. "It's just a game. Don't worry about it, Cry."

More paper sounds. "'We will make you sick.' I don't like this game… I really don't want to PLAY ANYMORE!" He yelled when the music got extremely loud and scared him again. "Dammit! This is scary!" He was panting hard. "It sounds like me!"

I blinked. "That's not you?"

"The character sounds all tired and shit! I can't even talk right I'm so fucking scared…!"

"Then stop playing," Ken said. "Unplug your computer."

Paper sounds. "'We will make you sickness.'" And he continued to run before quickly finding another note. "'A virus.'" And seconds later another note. "'You cannot run from it.'" Cry wasn't even telling us what the game was about anymore. He was so terrified of it that he was focused completely on the game. When he yelled it made all of us jump.

"Cry?"

Paper sounds once more. "We will expose your face.'" He was yelling as he read before he was back in the game and obviously running from something, screaming "NO NO NO!" as he went. And more paper sounds. "We will expose your secrets…and take them from you.'"

Then the music stopped completely. "I-It's so quiet…!" he squeaked. If it were me, I'd be looking everywhere around the room. I imagined he was doing the same. "Wh…WHERE IS IT?!" His mouse was swiping hard and fingers bashing the keyboard.

Anthony had come back at some point and was completely silent, eyes wide with worry as he stared at the screen at my phone. We were all worried at this point, this thing no longer a joke in our minds.

"SHOW YOURSELF!" Cry was thoroughly frightened beyond anything we could understand.

The next thing we heard had all of us stare blankly at each other. A faint, low rumble voice that called out "YOU FIRST."

Cry's gasp was struggled, his mouse tapping as he continued to look around. He was shaking. His fingers tapping strangely on the keyboard as he looked for the source of the voice. Whatever he was looking for, he found it and screamed. His mouse clattered to the floor and knees slammed into the bottom of his desk. The phone jumped and sounded like it either fell on the floor or had flipped over on the desk.

"C-Cry!?" we all yelled. All of us must have expected him to curse at whatever jumpscared him, but… Cry continued to scream and it sounded like he was thrashing in his room. Loud bangs, thuds, crashes, and shuffling was heard for the nest few seconds – as well as Cry's screaming. There was nothing we could do.

Actually, first thing I did was check if Russ was on Skype. Luckily, he was. In my rush, I threw Smosh and Ken on hold while I called Russ.

It took a couple tries but he did answer finally. "PewDiePie, I'm in the middle of recording…? What's that sound?"

"Do you know where Cry lives?" I blurted, fingers tapping on the desk for an answer.

"…No?"

"DON'T LIE TO ME!"

He sat back from the computer. "W-Why?"

"Do you not hear this?!" I held the phone up to the mic right when Cry's screaming was at its loudest. It sounded like he was… okay, but he needed help and I couldn't just call the cops because I don't know where he lives! "Something is wrong with Cry!"

"What?" Russ looked skeptical.

"I DON'T KNOW! He needs help!"

"So you want me to go to his house or…?"

"Are you drunk or something?!"

"Stop yelling at me! God! So this isn't some stupid joke?" He generally seemed worried, but still not believing me.

I groaned. "Would I lie like this?! I can't even tell a joke without laughing! COME ON!"

The brunette put his hands up. "Okay!" And he hung up; hopefully to get over to Cry's house or call for help.

I got Ken and Smosh back on.

"There you are!" Ian yelled. "What happened?!"

"I called Russ; he's going to check on Cry." I glared at the phone. This was one of those times where I really wished Cry trusted me enough to tell me where he lived or even just to see his face. If he would have done face time on the call then I could at least tell if he was okay or not. Cry was a little more than a bro. He was like a brother to me (technically that is a bro…but you know what I mean). We got along better that most of my friends and we got each other's jokes. Most of the time our jokes were implied and we understood them when others didn't. Something about Russ knowing where Cry lived actually made me a little jealous.

My thoughts were interrupted when the thrashing stopped and Cry's voice became struggled. Harsh coughs edged around staggered breath. He was being choked.

"CRY!" Again, there was nothing we could do. Nothing at all… Something like static sounded and we heard one last loud cry for help before…nothing.

"Felix? What are you screaming about?" Marzia just got home. She poked her head in the room, a gentle smile on her innocent face. "Ah-! Is everything alright?" She came to me when she saw the tears. "Felix…?"

I had ended the Skype call. Serious as this was, I didn't want anyone to see me cry. Even just yelling at Russ had been hard. I wasn't much of a serious guy. I liked to poke fun at situations that required stern expressions because… that is just who I am. Anything grim made my humor rise to cheer those up around me.

As a response to her, I held up my phone.

She didn't understand.

"It's Cry…"

"Is he okay?"

"That's the thing. I…I don't know…"

Her expression softened to concern. "Did you two have a fight?"

"No, Marzia. I don't know what happened to him. He's hurt. He was…screaming."

She gasped.

"And I can't do anything to help him…"

"Can't you call the police?"

"I don't know where he lives." I rested my forehead in my hands. "If I had then I'd of called right away… His friend Russ knows where he lives. I called him."

She smiled. "You helped him then. Call him and see if Russ is there."

I blinked at her. "I'm still on the call. Cry hasn't hung up."

Her eyes looked to the phone again. "But… it's so quiet." She tapped the speaker button once and then twice. "It was already on speaker…?"

I nodded. "He's just quiet…"

We sat in silence just waiting for something. Anything. Any sounds of movement. There was nothing. Absolute silence. It was a haunting feeling to know that someone was there but they wouldn't make any sound. That knowledge that the person on the other end was dead…but you don't want to believe it. Knowing that they were suffering and all you did was sit here and let your computer continue to record.