Cryaotic
-Chapter 3-
Shit, shit, and shit! He fucking saw me! How did I even knock over the trash anyway? I saw it... I thought it... but something made me go towards it... damned! Cry continued to walk not looking where he was going, which was towards a dark forest; with many thick and leafless trees. Cry didn't notice though, he was too worried about his friend seeing him. Pewdie was the first person Cry wanted to talk to about this... virus, but Cry backed out of it. This wasn't about him, nor did it need him... Pewds would as-Oh who am I kidding, I should of told him before it got bad. Now... if I told him he would ask so many questions I didn't have the answer to.
"Aaauuugghhh" moaned something behind Cry, Cry stopped dead in his tracks gasping. He held his breath as blood began to roar in his ears. He took a look at his surroundings; He was in a dark forest with leafless trees, and a dark castle in a massive clearing... it was Brennenburg Castle! What but how did I- ! "Aaaaauuuugggghhhhhhhh! rRRaored!" One of the early game, monster with the disfigured mouth had spotted him spotted him, that beeping sound of danger roared in his ears. Cry turned and saw his pursuer rushing over to him roaring. He turned back ad ran as fast as he could towards the castle. This is in a game! How is this even possible?! He got to the large doors and pulled them open slipping inside closing it behind him. Well... shit.
Cry looked around in the room he was now; it was like an entrance hall straight into the living room, but with the twisted darkness look added to it with dim lighted candles on the walls. Cry walked down the hallway, soon reaching the living quarters; there were barrels at the left corner, drawers by the fireplace which was already lit. Cry squinted; half fearful half surprised. Someone could of already been here. One of the drawers were left half open, and at the right barrels were on their sides and one of them balanced on the the drawer and on the wall. It has to be Pewds, only one I know who would do that, or at least that much... that means! I can't go back now, the monsters would kill me, and as far as can see... this is in real life no second chances. So I'm stuck... for now at least. Cry walked over to the half open drawer and looked inside it was empty, he checked the second one down; there was a lantern and some oil/ Then the third one down, it had 2 tinderboxes inside. Cry took the rest of the loot Pewds probably didn't see. There was a door closed, Cry walked over and opened it, it creaked slowly open. He peeked through nothing showed just a hallway. Sighing with relief, he opened the door further just enough to walk in causally; closing the door behind him. Lighting his lantern Cry walked down the dark hallway. Everything seemed to be in place; dark hall, no lighting other than his lantern, and no monsters... at the moment.
(A while later...)
Cry was poking around in a different hallway now. Then the door a few feet behind him, blew open. Gasping Cry turned off the lantern and hid behind a long broken down wall in the middle of the room; crouching. Slow thick sounding steps walked in. Then he felt something squishy under his hand. Crys eyes widened and he peeked a look at his hand, his eyes adjusting to the darkness his hand was halfway sinking into a dead corpse. "Gah!" The sight startled him and he pulled his hand away. A low rumble sounded from behind the wall and something went to the other side of the long wall, it's shape was stocky and big at the chest Grunt? Cry guessed in the darkness, the Grunt walked slowly down the hall, getting closer and closer to Cry. Cry glanced at his bloody hand that was in the corpse, the markings on both hands began to glow a bright Neon blue. No, no, don't do this! Not now! Does it want me dead? In response the markings glowed brighter, giving him away. The grunted stared at him then roared. Cry felt as if his hair rising and ran; through a few halls but the grunt wouldn't give up. The steps grew louder and louder, Cry made the mistake of looking back; the Grunt was a foot and a half away "Oh shit!" he turned back and sprinted as fast as he could. Soon reaching a fairly sized stream. Cry didn't have enough time to stop and jump so instead he skidded and slipped rolled and back on his feet. He ran by a hallway or two, he took a turn and continued to run; blood roaring his ears. He ran by a hall then soon reached a wall. "Dead end!" He turned his head back and the Grunt had swung a arm at the side of his head, now his face. The claws hit Crys mask and sent him on a short flight into a corner. He banged his head, the ripped part of his mask were on the bent creases; making a part of his mask fall away. The mask fell off. The claws also reached a section of his skin making 3 smallish scars on his cheek. Cry held his bleeding cheek and looked up fearfully; the grunt was about to deliver the final blow. It raised it's claw th- CRASH! BOOM! SHATTER! The Grunt turned around and followed the sound. Cry peeked a look, a barrel had crashed and shattered into the wall. The Grunt soon vanished behind a corner. Sighing with relief, Cry stood up and put his mask back on; somewhat half was ripped away. Cry sighed and walked carefully back down; curious here the barrel came from. Reaching the hall Cry stopped and looked around not- ! something tapped his shoulder. "HOLY SHIT!" Crys elbow flung backward, hitting something behind him.
"Gaeesasssadsasdddddaedddasgebugebutemo" Said something behind him. "Owww..."
Cry turned around and saw a sinking shape, he turned on his lantern; the good side of his mask showing and saw Pewds holding his stomach which Cry had elbowed.
"How in the wide wide world did you think scaring me was a good idea?"
Pewdie raised his index finger while holding his belly and said "Hypothetically" He got back up and looked at Cry... Realization in... 3...2 ….1 "DUDE! WHERE HAVE YOU FUCKING BEEN! IT'S BEEN FUCKING 4 MONTHS! WHAT, WHEN, WHERE, AND WHY?!"
Cry gulped, he had no answer. This is gonna sound really stupid... "Well,... ummm... I don't know myself...?" Oh... umm yeah that's my stupid answer...
Pewds looked at Cry, clearly not taking the answer. "Seriously?"
"Yes?"
Pewds blinked slowly.
Cry scratched his head, hand under his hood; the bleeding scratches and broken side of mask showing now.
Pewds said "Perfect time to destroy a barrel, eh?"
Cry felt his cheek, it felt wet and when he looked at his fingers; the tips were bloody "No kidding"
Pewds noticed something blue on Crys hand and disappearing under his sleeve "What is that?"
Cry looked at his markings and sighed "I don't... exactly know."
"How long?"
"About 2 weeks"
"Where from.?"
"I actuality have no idea"
"What? How do y-"
"I said 'I don't know'! And I don't, I just got it!"
"From?"
Sigh "I was doing a virus scan... then that just..." it was too painful to think about... much less talk about it... "No, just no..." Cry turned away "Lets just find a way outta here, kk?"
"Okay..."
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Done! Finally done! A long one that's for sure. 5 pages on OpenOffice Writer... not much to say...
Happy holidays! (Easter, if you celebrate it.)