(AN: Helloooooo! It's been a while. Sorry about that. I know that this story is PewDiePie x Reader, but I can't resist throwing Cry into the mix. Forgive me)

Chapter 2

You've been searching for hours now. All of the books are the same size, same color, same everything! You begin to lose hope. We're never getting out of here. Bored with the search, you let your eyes leave the shelves and instead look down at your hand, intertwined with Pewdie's. You smile to yourself and sigh dreamily. When you realize what you're doing, you mentally slap yourself. Don't get all soft! Keep looking for the damn book. Once again you look over the shelves, turning up with nothing.

"Hey, guys! I think I found something," Stephano yells from ahead of you, pointing to the top shelf. You see the book he's looking at, one with a red stripe.

"That's great," you say, "but how are we going to get up there?"

"If you want you can get on my shoulders, mon amour," he says with with a flirty wink.

"I guess so."

Pewdie opens his mouth to say something, but quickly shuts it. His face has a…hurt look to it? Stephano bends down and you put your legs over his shoulders, one at a time. He presses down on your knees and carefully stands. You stretch your arm to reach the book, and he wobbles slightly at the shifted weight.

"Don't let me fall!"

"I won't."

You extend your arm as far as it can reach and you can touch the book. Your fingertips struggle for the top of it. Once they get there, you pull down at it slightly. However, instead of catching it like you planned, it falls right onto Pewdie's foot.

"Ow!" he exclaims.

"I'm so sorry! Stephano let me down."

While you're in his grasp, Stephano takes a moment to graze his lips over your thigh.

"Stephano, I said let me down!"

"But of course," he replies with a chuckle.

He lets you down and you grab the book. Another note flutters out of the front cover. This one says:

The key lies in the heart of your problem.

"What's our problem?" Pewdie asks aloud.

The problem is Stephano's over-confidence!" you say, still upset.

"My apologies," he says.

He chuckles again and you glare at him.

"Maybe we should split up," Pewdie says. "Do you want to go with me or him?"

"I can go alone, I have my sword," Stephano says.

He gives a terse and regretful nod before receding into the darkness alone. Pewdie takes your hand, causing color to come to your cheeks again.

"You blush a lot!"

"Well it's hard not to," you admit.

Pewdie looks deep in thought for a moment. He takes his hand out of yours. You're upset and embarrassed until he instead wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

"P-Pewdie, what are you?"

Don't worry about it, _," he says, his voice smooth.

He looks at you deeply. His gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips. He leans in close and presses his lips against yours. Setting down his lantern, he puts his free hand on the back of your head and deepens the kiss. He parts your lips with his own and snakes his tongue into your mouth. Suddenly, he pulls away, but stays inches away. You feel the urge to pull him back in, but you fight it. He opens his eyes and smiles. Your face feels as if it's going to spontaneously combust. You stare up at him, appaled.

"I knew I could make you blush harder," he says, his sweet breath caressing your face.

"Wow," is all you have to say.

He stands with his arms still around me, neither of us moving. He's about to press his lips to mine again when we hear another one of those monsters groan from a distance. He quickly pulls away and we both stare into the blackness, the direction it came from.

"Oh shit," you mumble to yourself.

"We gotta move!" Pewdie yells.

He breaks away from you but is still holding your hand. He takes you out of the library and shuts the door. You both know it won't hold for long. He pulls you down the coridoor. You try many knobs, but all seem to be locked. Behind us we hear the door break down. At the end of the hallway, there's one last door. Pewdie struggles at first, but finally gets the door to swing open. You turn around and see the monster closing in quickly. It's one of the most horrible things you've ever seen. Its jaw hangs down to its chest, and it has long sharp claws. You run into the room with Pewdie. It's completely empty. Nowhere to hide. You trip over a slightly raised floorboard. You turn around to face the monster just as its claws slice down your neck and end at your stomach. You see Pewdie launch himself at the monster. He takes something out of his satchel and strikes the monster with it as hard as he can. He does this many times until it hits the ground with one final growl, then silence. Your eyesight is getting closed in with blackness. The darkness recedes slightly when you see Pewdie hovering over you. Your ears are ringing, but you can still faintly hear his frantic voice. "_! Don't do this! Please…" The last thing you remember is watching his tear fall and feeling the warm wetness of it hit your face.

You were in and out of consciousness, feeling weaker than you'd ever felt before. Your eyes open partially. You keep wondering if this is finally the end. No more suffering. You hear the clinking of bottles, causing you to open your eyes completely. You find your face buried into someone's shoulder. You feel as if you're moving. Are they…carrying me? It can't be Pewdie. It doesn't feel like him. Your arms are wrapped around their neck and rested on their chest. Your legs seem to be wrapped around their waist. Every few steps, you feel their light breath brush your hands. You raise your head.

"You woke up," the man says. You're surprised by his tone. It's deep and husky, yet mellow and soothing.

"Yeah." Awkward.

"Oh, by the way, I'm Cry."

"Where's Pewdie?"

"He, Stephano, and I needed to look for supplies, and we couldn't leave you alone, so I decided to carry you this time."

"How long have I been out?"

"A couple of days. He was really scared you weren't going to wake up."

You think about Pewdie, how worried he must've been, and how much you want to see him. You also think about this new guy, Cry. You've never met him before, and yet you're on his back. His voice…

"Um, I can walk, I think."

"Alright."

He stops walking and bends to the ground slightly. You lower your legs from his waist and drag your hands away from his chest. His muscular chest. Cry turns around, and you see his face oddly covered by a mask, brown hair sticking out from the top and sides. You take a few steps, but you start to feel wobbly. You start to fall, but you're caught by strong arms. You blush lightly and look up at him, wishing you could see his expression. You two look at each other for the longest time before he speaks again. "C'mon, I'll carry you again." Instead of getting on his back, he picks you up bridal style and you keep walking along with this new man.

(AN: What do you think about putting Cry into the story in this way? If you guys like it, this story will be PewDiePie x reader x Cry! If you don't, I won't have romantic things happen between you and Cry. Just let me know what you want? *brofist*)