-Chapter 2-

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"Who did it?"

"We can't be sure about that."

Large, calloused hands gripped the phone until the man's knuckles were white. James Van Morris was the leader of a gang which was now one member short. He had just received the news.

"We'll have to perform a DNA test to find out who killed him. There's a lot of blood here. I think I should bring more than one sample from different puddles, there could have been more than one person in on this."

"Aren't you forgetting something?" He rubbed his forehead.

"What is it, Boss?" his gunman asked, clearly oblivious.

"We don't have the equipment, you idiot!" James yelled into the blue landline phone.

"Well, what are we gonna do?" the man on the other end of the call said, a little more cautious of how he chose his words.

James rubbed his forehead again, brainstorming. "I don't know, Toni."

"Well, I'm still bringing the samples and we're gonna dispose of his body. Just in case we figure out how to find the guy or guys," Toni insisted and then hung up.

The dial tone echoed in James' head until he finally put the phone back onto the receiver, his anger more intense than ever. He had lost one of his best men. Why was his man targeted, anyway? A rival gang? Was the idiot trying to do something drastic outside of the job? Did he put up a good fight?

All of these questions ran though James' head until he decided that he needed a break. He decided to go home. If he was called in for work, so be it, but he wasn't staying in his office all day.

He wanted to go home to his wife and his dog, Biscuit. He thought it was a pretty stupid name although his wife, Selene, insisted on it.

As he was putting on his jacket, his phone rang. This time, however, it was his cell. Not the landline on the table. He picked it up and flipped it open.

"Hello, James Van Morris speaking," he greeted in a formal tone.

"James?" A voice he recognized as Scott, another one of his gunmen, rang out through the other line.

"What is it, Scott?" he asked, exaggerating his exhausted state.

"We've got the blood samples and I think I know where we can get the equipment to do the test," Scott replied.

"Really? Where?" That caught his full attention.

"There's a lab not too far from here that I 'overheard' someone talking about. I think we can sneak in there to find the equipment. Wear gloves so that no fingerprints are found, and we can get out before anyone notices."

"That was fast, but good job. It's not really the most careful plan, though. I mean, sneaking into a lab is pretty difficult to do without leaving a trace, but we don't have any other choices at the moment. Okay, unless something better is suggested, we'll do it tomorrow night."

With that, he hung up and walked out of his office. He got into his polished, black Mercedes-Benz and drove off in the direction of his house.

He was done with work for today.

When Pewdie woke up, the sun was gleaming through the window and the light annoyed him as he tried to adjust to it. Once he finally got used to it, he clambered out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom. After brushing his teeth, he went back to his room and decided to change.

Once he got dressed, he walked downstairs into the living room. He was surprised to see that Cryaotic actually fell asleep on couch.

His mask was slightly shifted off of his face. It took everything that Pewdie had to not lift it up and look at Cry's face. Instead, he grabbed Cry's shoulder and shook him a bit.

"Wake up!" he yelled.

"Wha...? What happened?" Cry tiredly rubbed his eyes and looked around. Pewdie could feel the way that he tensed up as he realized he wasn't in his own home. When he looked up to Pewdie, however, he calmed down a bit.

"Oh. Yeah, that happened."

"What happened?" Pewdie asked, confused.

"You know..." Cry said, looking down and adjusting his mask.

"Oh, yeah. That." Pewdie looked down as well.

Cry got off of the couch and looked at Pewdie. Cryaotic saw that he had already put on some clothes.

"Going somewhere? I mean, if I were you, I would even be wearing pants right now," Cry joked, gaining a laugh from Pewdie.

"I would love to rip my pants off and chill on the couch, but you're here and that'd be a bit awkward." Cry agreed and asked for clothes for himself. Pewdie led him upstairs to his room and grabbed a bro-fist shirt. He also grabbed a pair of skinny jeans. He knew Cry was his size because of how well Pewdie's pajamas fit on him.

"Thanks," Cry said, walking off toward the bathroom. After about three minutes, he walked out wearing the clothes.

"Hey, where have I heard of a 'Bro-fist' before?" Cry asked, thinking of anywhere he might have heard that term.

"Um... It's kind of my trademark," Pewdie mentioned.

"Trademark? Are you, like, famous or something?" Pewdie nodded sheepishly.

"Haven't you ever heard of Pewdiepie?" he asked, finding it slightly amusing.

"Well, yeah, but I didn't really think anything of the connection," said Cry.

Pewdiepie led Cry to his computer, typed in his URL and clicked on his next-to-latest video. His latest video was of him telling his fans about why Marzia left him. While Cry watched, laughing and chuckling occasionally at Pewdie's reactions and jokes, Pewdiepie's mind wandered off to Marzia. The day she left him replayed in his mind.

She had left him on a rainy day. It wasn't raining lightly, it was pouring. Pewds was on the internet, watching some videos, editing here and there. Marzia walked up to him.

"Felix, I think we need to talk," she had said.

"About?" he asked, taking his headphones off. They hadn't been playing anything at the moment, he just liked to have them on.

"Us. We need to have a talk about our relationship," was her reply.

"Wh-why?" In the back of his mind, Pewdie knew the answer to the question, he just didn't want to admit it to himself.

"Because, you've been spending too much time with your bros and not enough time with me!" she said. "And if that isn't fixed, then I'm gonna have to leave you, Felix. I can't just keep sitting back and pretend it doesn't bother me!"

Felix stood up and replied, "Marzia. I can't just leave my bros hanging. You know that. I mean, I know I spend a lot of time on the computer, but I can still spend time with you, I promise!"

"No, Felix. I know your Bros have high expectations for you, being the most subscribed channel on YouTube and all, but you can't just be spending all your time on these things. You'll over-work yourself. You either need to cut down on your YouTube and internet time, or I'm gonna have to leave you."

Pewdie looked down, "You know I can't just leave them like that. A lot of Bros look forward to my videos and I don't want to let them down. Maybe I can just do vlogs while I'm with you. Please, Marzia. I don't want to let you go," he suggested, hoping that Marzia would agree.

"That wouldn't be much different than making videos. I don't want every day we spend together and every date to be documented. I'll just let you have some time to think about it. I don't know when I'll come back. But I will. For now," a few tears spilled and ran down her cheeks, "Goodbye, Felix. If it's worth anything, I still love you."

"N-no! Please, Marzia! Don't leave! I love you, too!" Felix pleaded, crying as well, but it was too late.

She was already on her way out the door.

"Hello? Felix?" Cry waved a hand in front of Pewdie's face as he was snapped out of his thoughts.

Pewdie realized what Cry had just said and looked at him in surprise. "I don't remember ever telling you my name. How do you know it?"

"You were kinda spaced out so I clicked on a Happy Wheels video. You were taking a 'Pewdiepie quiz' and you said your name," Cry admitted.

"Oh. Alright, then. So, do you think I'm funny?" Felix said, kind of let down that Cry knew his name but he didn't know Cry's.

"I do. I can see why you're the most subscribed channel on YouTube. Ya know, I've wanted to create a YouTube channel for quite some time. Playing games on YouTube could probably be something to bring me out of my slump. It's not a dream or a goal, but I want to do it as a hobby of sorts. Maybe we can play video games together sometime," Cry suggested, shrugging.

"Yeah, sure. Right now I just want something to eat." Pewdie's stomach growled. Cry chuckled and started walking toward the kitchen.

"What do you want to eat?" Cry asked, looking around, kind of feeling bad for imposing. "Oh, I don't know- PANCAKES!" Pewdie yelled and ran into the kitchen lightly pushing Cryaotic to the side, who gave off a few small giggles as he watched Pewdie rummage through his ingredients and dropping things.

Cry's high-pitched giggles soon escalated into full-scale laughs as Felix dropped flour and water then tripped, falling over while trying to pick it up. He squirmed around, trying to get up. Cryaotic soon doubled over, clutching his sides. "Oh, my God! Pewdie, stop! I'm dying over here!" Cry said, between gasps of laughter.

Pewdie was finally able to get up, using the counter for support. He dusted himself off and then huffed. "Oh, man! My clothes are so dirty!" he shrieked. Cry's laughter had died down. "When did you become such a woman?" he teased. Pewdie raised his voice a few pitches and started talking in a very posh accent. "Why, excuse me, but that is very sexist and I will not stand for it! Hmph!" he turned around, walking upstairs in the direction of his room. Cry just kept laughing, starting on the pancakes.

Pewdie came back with a blue bro-fist shirt and another pair of skinny jeans. "Now we match!" he exclaimed as he entered the kitchen. "Pewds, I'm seriously wondering if you have mental issues," Cry laughed. He asked Pewdie to get two plates and then served the pancakes once they were done.

"These look awesome! Thanks, Cry," Pewdie got some utensils and handed some to Cry. Once he took his first bite his eyes lit up. "They taste even better than they look!" he yelled with a mouthful of pancakes.

"Thank you," Cry replied, now halfway done with his. Once they were all done Pewdie did the dishes while Cry cleaned the mess he had made.

"So do you wanna play video games now?" Cry asked, wiping his forehead once they were done. Pewdie nodded and put his kitchen rag away. He suggested they play a horror game, so they decided to look through his Xbox games. They decided to play BioShock 2.

"Really?" When they had finished playing, Pewdie suggested watching some TV and was surprisingly excited when he saw Adventure Time.

"JAKE THE DOG AND FINN THE HUMAN! THE FUN WILL NEVER END, IT'S ADVENTURE TIME!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, standing up and dancing around like an idiot. "Pewdie, you're such a five-year-old. Come on, Man."

"You don't believe in the righteous power that is Adventure Time!" Felix argued. "No, I don't," Cry replied, but sat down to watch it anyway. By the end of the episode, and the beginning of the next one, Cry was singing the theme song along with Pewdie. "Now I see what you mean," he said.

They sat back onto the couch and watched television for a few more hours. When they had both gotten hungry, they just decided to order some pizza. The pizza arrived and they both cheered as they got up to pay. They enjoyed some more video games while eating.

Finishing the food, they decided that it was pretty late.

"Wow, today was probably the laziest day I've ever had. TV, pancakes, pizza, and video games all day was actually pretty awesome," Cry said.

"You know, you're really cool, Cry. I really appreciate this, I've been feeling kind of alone lately ever since my girlfriend broke up with me. So thanks, this was nice," Pewdie pulled Cry in for a hug. Cry cringed at the sudden contact, but relaxed. "I know what you mean, I was pretty lonely too, ever since, um... Never-mind. I had a lot of fun, too. Thanks, Pewds."

Pewdie looked at Cry in confusion. "What were you going to say?" Pewdie asked. "Oh, nothing important," was Cry's answer. He told Pewdie he needed to go home. "What for? You can stay here, you know."

"I know, I just need to get home now." Pewdie nodded in understanding. "We can still hang out from time-to-time, right?" Pewdie asked, hopefully. "Yeah, sure."

Cry lay down on his back, clutching the empty bottle of anti-depressants. "I need to get some more of these," he stated. He put the bottle back on his nightstand and rolled over. He put his hand on his head, his mind drifting off to what Pewdie had said.

Pewdie offered to walk Cry back home, even though he didn't know where Cry lived so Cry had to lead him there. "Thanks, Pewds," Cry said as they arrived at his front door.

"No problem, what are friends for?" he said with a shrug of his shoulders.

That made Cry tense up. Friends? Were they really that close? How had Cry not noticed? God, he wasn't ready to trust Felix completely yet.

What should I do? I don't know, maybe he was kidding. I mean, he hasn't even seen my face! Jeez, I should have realized this sooner.

Cry sighed. Maybe it'd be best if I found someone to call a friend. I need to learn to trust people. If I don't my depression's gonna get worse. I don't want to be lonely anymore.

Cry thought about how much Felix was crying in the break-up video. He didn't want to bring it up, but he watched it while Felix was spaced out, right before the Happy Wheels video. Felix's heart was broken, but his heart broke a little as well seeing him cry like that.

Cry got up and out of bed and he had decided to watch a Walking Dead play-through. He skipped a few episodes as he had actually played the game himself and knew what was in store.

He watched the last episode and had to take off his mask to wipe his tears. The scar under his eye really stung because of how rough he rubbed at his face. "Ow!" he winced. He frowned, realizing he couldn't do anything about it. It was a scar, after all.

When the episode was over, he turned his computer off and walked to his dresser. He put his mask on it and decided to go to bed. He got out some pajamas from the bottom drawer and took his clothes off. When he put his pajamas on, he jumped onto his bed. He looked at the bright screen on his phone.

There, in plain black letters were the words, "Pewdiepie (Felix)." He smiled at the contact remembering how he and Pewdie had exchanged numbers. That was one of two in his phone. One for Pewdie, the other was his old friend Scott's number. He hasn't had any contact with Scott for a few years, but he couldn't bring himself to delete it.

He put his phone on his nightstand right next to the empty pill bottle and drifted off to sleep.

Felix lay in bed, Marzia on his mind. I don't know what to do. Why is this such a hard decision?

He wondered what was going to become of their relationship. She said she'd come back, but she didn't know when. Neither did Felix. It was actually eating away at him.

When Marzia left, he was all alone. He couldn't do anything. Loneliness was an understatement used to describe the pain that he went through. After all the days he spent hollowed up in his house, he decided to take a walk.

Felix placed a hand upon the bruise on his cheek. That was the day he met Cryaotic. The day he became attached to a murderer. Until Marzia comes back, Cry is the only person that he has in this world. Without him, he'd be truly alone again.

"I wish I could see his face. I really want to know who he is," Felix mumbled into his pillow. He decided that he was just gonna go to sleep. Maybe chill with Cry again tomorrow.

"Goodnight," he said. Even though there was no one to respond to him.