Chapter 2

Cry sighed as he lied down on his bed. His room was nice and tidy. His old Bloody Trapland poster from Pewds hung on the wall. It seemed like a pretty good day. A small ray of sun light passed through the blinds. He could hear the birds sing outside. Everything just seemed so peaceful…. and lonely. "Felix" He murmured. He couldn't help but remember the aftermath of the "Incident"

It had been 2 months since the "Incident" with his laptop. At first Cry denied it to himself that there was actually a voice in his head. So he merely shrugged it off as an effect of exhaustion. Soon he quickly realized it was more than that. The voice kept commenting about Cry's life, the people he met and knew, the games he played and even gave him some advice. The voice frightened him though. It would whisper to Cry it's plans, suggesting gruesome possibilities for everything and everyone. Afraid that it might get out of hand, Cry sucked up his pride and went to therapy during those 2 months. He didn't tell anyone though. The sessions didn't really help. If anything it just made it worse.

"I think Doctor Sanders is not only an idiot but also gay for you". Mad said once they got home from another therapy session. He got his name when Cry was browsing through some fan art when he noticed a drawing of him standing besides his murderous looking twin. Above the twin's head was the name "Mad!Cry" written in blood. In the end, Mad himself demanded that he be called that instead of "voice" or "the voice".

"One, he is not an idiot. Two, he's married! And straight!" Cry retorted out loud. Cry lived alone in his two bedroom apartment. So there was no harm in speaking to Mad directly. "C'mon you saw that hungry look in his eyes when he saw you! They don't call him the The-rapist for nothing." Mad stated. "And if he wasn't an idiot, wouldn't he have gotten rid of me by now?" "Shut up, Mad."

Sighing, Cry took off his poker face mask and started up his laptop to make a new video. He never tried opening "Insanity" again though. After playing, editing and uploading the video, he stood up and stretched. It was probably midnight. Yawning, Cry was bout to turn off his laptop when his Skype ringed, meaning that someone was chatting him.

As he opened the Skype window, he instantly saw Pewdiepie's message.

"Hey Cry, Hey Cry, Cry, Cry, Cry, Cry"
"Sup Pewds"
"I need to tell you something."

"He's gonna ask you to marry him" Mad snickered in Cry's mind. For some reason he blushed at the thought. He knew that he might've had a slight crush on the youtuber.

"What's wrong?"
"I'm going to Florida next week for a youtube convention. And I was wondering if you wanted to come with me."

"It's a date! Oh gawd, I'm gonna watch you guys suck each other's faces off in front of a bunch of Geeks!" Mad whined. "Shut up! I don't see him like that!" Cry snapped. "You're gay for him Cry. And you've known that for months now." Mad retorted.

"Cry? You still there man?"
"Yeah and sure, I'll come with you."
"Yay! *enter smiley face*"
"I'll pick you up at the airport if you want."
"Thanks Cry. I'll be in Florida by Tuesday."
"No problem. See ya soon?"
"See ya soon bro."

And with that Pewds went offline. He couldn't stop the grin forming on his face. "I'm not gay Mad. I'm Bi." He said once he turned off the laptop. "And I'm the part of you that still likes girls." Mad said boredly. "I'm not sleepy yet. Wanna watch a movie?" Cry asked. Even though he hated Mad, his presence made him less lonely. "Only if we watch Saw." Mad saidexcitedly. Rolling his eyes, Cry agreed.

Halfway through the movie, Cry ended up lying on the couch with his face partially covered by the pillow he was clutching tightly. "You're such a Pussy." Mad said disappointedly. "Who would do that?!" Cry exclaimed while watching the movie. "We could. Think about it Cry. The people who make your life and everyone else's screaming at your feet. Begging for mercy." Mad said nonchalantly. "Nobody deserves to die, Mad." Cry stated. "Not even "him"?"

Cry flinched at the word. His hand instantly flew to the scar that trailed down from his right eyebrow to his right lower lip, scarring almost half his face. Mad was him after all so naturally he knew.

"I don't wanna talk about it." Cry said in a dead voice. Mad went silent. A cloud of drowsiness washed over Cry. The bloody screams from the television sung to him like a lullaby.

~*There's a voice inside your head.
He's been whispering in your sleep.
No matter how much you try,
He's always got the upper hand.
You end up walking his lonely path.
They hear his voice instead of your own.
You become a distant memory.
It's all you but not all yours.
You're head pounds at the screaming.
You can't run, you can't hide.
From your own mind.*~

Cry wasn't sure if it was just his imagination but he could've sworn he heard his voice sing the song just before falling asleep. But of course, two people owned his voice now.

A/N: I'm sorry for any misspelling and wrong grammar usage. Creative criticism is always welcome so please review. :3