Pewdiepie walked down the long hallway, Cry right behind him. The two seemed to have been walking for hours. The swede glanced back at his friend, the American was acting a little weird. It was a kind of surprising, Cry seemed to be a lot more bothered by this place than him. He would keep close to Pewdiepie and the other would occassionally see him looking around the halls frantically, as if something was scaring him. The swede was starting to get worried about him.
"What was that?" Pewdiepie said when he heard Cry whisper something, the American looked up at him.
"I didn't say anything." Cry said, Pewdiepie's eyes narrowed, he stared at his friend for a moment before turning around. That was another thing that made the swede worry. Cry seemed to talk to himself, he'd say something but then when Pewdiepie asked him about it he would deny ever speaking up. The swede sighed, now he had two people to stress over... He was happy Cry joined him on this 'journey', but started to wonder how this would affect his friend. The American already seemed to have enough problems, going crazy did not have to be added to the list.
Pewdiepie yawned, he was tired and hadn't slept since he got here, his body was screaming at him to rest, but the swede couldn't stop now, he had to find Marzia. Anger boiled in him, if anything happened to her... Pewdiepie clenched his fists, he would kill anyone who hurt her. He was cut out of his thoughts when Cry spoke up.
"Don't worry about it Pewds, everything will be fine." The American said, placing a hand on his friends shoulder, practically reading his thoughts. Pewdiepie turned around to face him, searching the mask that covered Cry's face.
"She could be hurt! We don't even know who took her, they could be doing terrible things..." Pewdiepie trailed off, he didn't even want to think about the possibilities.
"Pewds..." Cry said, stepping closer to his friend. Embarrasment flushed over the swede as he realized tears were falling down his cheeks. Before he could say anything, the American pulled him in a hug. Pewdiepie blushed, he was going to pull away at first but the warmth of the other was so inviting. It made him feel reassured, like there was hope again. To be honest, this was exactly what the swede needed right now, and he was happy to return the embrace.
"Marzia's strong... You don't have to worry, she can take care of herself." Cry said, Pewdiepie pulled away and rubbed his eyes, wiping away the tears that had previously formed.
"Thanks, Cry, I needed that." The swede said with a smile. Cry nodded and backed away a little, he looked around at the surroundings.
"Looks like we have two ways we can go." The American said, there was two paths, one went straight and the other went to the left. Pewdiepie thought for a moment before speaking up.
"Ok, you go left, I'll continue down this hallway." Cry stiffened and looked up at the swede.
"You want to split up? Don't you think that could be dangerous?" He asked, Pewdiepie could hear the fear in his friends voice. The swede didn't know why he did this but he lifted up the American's chin and studied his mask.
"Hey, don't worry about it Cry." Pewdiepie said, he gave a small little laugh, hoping it would reassure his friend. Cry looked up at the swede and stared into his eyes, his own eyes were wide in shock behind the mask, the two stayed like this for a couple moments.
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Pewdiepie backed up, 'What the hell? What was I just doing?' the swede asked himself. He brushed it off, all he was doing was trying to make Cry feel better, nothing more... but he couldn't help but remember that feeling he had... He was trying to push it away to the back of his mind, but he couldn't forget what he had almost done, what he was tempted to do moments ago. He had wanted to kiss Cry. Pewdiepie shook off his thoughts, he was with Marzia, he couldn't have wanted to do that. It made no sense, he wasn't gay. 'I was just upset...' Pewdiepie said to himself, that had to be it. He didn't have feelings for his best friend, he was just seeking solace in the other.
"We haven't ran into any monsters so far, so everything should be fine. If you find anything just call for me." The swede said before walking away. He felt bad leaving Cry but the two had to find a way out, they had to find Marzia, and this would help them cover more ground. Anyways, a bit of space might be good for him, it might keep the feelings and temptations away.
Pewdiepie walked down the hallway, checking the doors as he went by them, most of them were locked. He did have to admit, the place looked a little darker, but nothing like how Cry had described it before... He didn't know what he was talking about, blood everywhere? At first Pewdiepie thought he might be seeing things from the bump on his head... but could it possibly be something else? Could this be related to how he's been acting... Was the swede's friend actually losing his sanity? Pewdiepie shook his head. No. Cry was NOT going insane.
The swede found himself standing in front of the room in the hallway, he slowly put his hand over the doorknob and opened the door. The room was dark and damp, Pewdiepie felt around and found a table, on it was a box of matches. The swede could feel his anxiety rising, he fumbled to get a match lit. Pewdiepie turned away from the table, now able to see, he noticed a key on the ground and picked it up. He looked up from the key and screamed, there in front of him was not just one, but three bros. Pewdiepie backed up towards the door and the bros started to come closer to him. Fear filled the swede, he quickly opened the door and ran down the hallway.
"Cry!" He yelled, he needed to find his friend. Pewdiepie looked behind him, the bros were still following, what if there were more, and they got Cry? The swede got a sinking feeling in his chest, he hadn't even thought about his friend getting hurt till now... He could be dead, lying on the ground surrounded by a pool of his own blood!
"Fuck." Pewdiepie whispered under his breath. He had to stop thinking like this, Cry was very resourceful, he can take care of himself. The swede couldn't help but have a nagging feeling though that he was wrong... something seemed to be bothering Cry, and his friend seemed less and less stable as time went on. Pewdiepie stopped for a moment, his legs were killing him and he had to catch his breath, he heard the bros coming closer and a door next to him opened. Pewdie was about to run away again, afraid of another bro coming out, but was pulled into the room. The swede turned to see what pulled him in and was met by Cry, the American was panting a bit, his sweatshirt was torn on his upper arm and was soaked in blood.
"Cry? What happened?" Pewdiepie asked, grabbing ahold of Cry's wrist and bringing him closer so he could inspect the wound. The American winced a bit, looking away for a moment before turning back, Pewdie noticed his mask had small droplets of blood on it and there was a crack in the corner.
"There was a bro at the end of the hallway... Don't worry though, he's gone now." Cry said, exhausted. Pewdie looked around the room, trying to find something that could possibly help him wrap up Cry's wound. They were in an old bedroom, there was a large bed in the middle of the room, there were two nightstands to the side of it, a medium sized dresser sat on the side of the room with a mirror hanging above it, and there was a closet in the corner. Pewdiepie walked over towards the bed and grabbed the corner of one of the sheets.
"Cry, do you have anything sharp?" The swede asked, Cry nodded and grabbed something out of his pocket.
"Yeah here." The American said, walking over to Pewdiepie and handing him a small pocket knife. The swede took it and cut out a section of the sheet, he then pulled Cry's sweatshirt sleeve up. The wound was deep and seemed to be bleeding a lot, the American would try to brush it off as nothing, but Pewdie knew how much it must've hurt. The swede wrapped the sheet around the wound, making sure it was tight enough.
"There we go, that should stop the bleeding." Pewdiepie said, he trailed his hand down Cry's arm and realized something. The swede looked down and saw multiple cuts on his friend's arm, his eyes widened, these weren't caused by the bros, they were self inflicted.
"Cry..." Pewdiepie started, the American quickly realized what he was looking at and pulled his sleeve back down. Cry then walked over to the dresser.
"It's nothing." He said, not looking over to the swede. Pewdiepie felt a pang in his stomache, he knew what those cuts were, he just never thought Cry did that kind of thing. The swede walked over to his friend and placed a hand on his shoulder. Pewdiepie wanted to ask about the cuts, ask whether or not he was ok, but when the swede felt Cry stiffen he knew he better let it be.
"You should probably get rest Cry, you lost a lot of blood." Pewdiepie said, neither of them had any sleep since they were trapped in the game.
"I'm not tired." Cry said crossing his arms, Pewdiepie rolled his eyes, why did the American have to be so stubborn?
"Cry, really you need to rest." The swede said.
"So do you." Cry responded, Pewdiepie grumbled to himself.
"Pewds, you can't just keep going on with no rest, I know you want to get Marzia as soon as possible but you wont be able to get to her if you're half asleep. You need your strength." The American said. Pewdiepie sighed, Cry was right.
"Fine I'll rest... but only if you do too." The swede said, Cry looked over to the bed and looked back at him.
"Ok, I'll sleep on the floor-" The American started but Pewdiepie cut him off.
"No, the beds big enough for the both of us, we can share." He said, not wanting his hurt friend to have to sleep on the floor. A small part of him wanted to share the bed with Cry for other reasons but he pushed that to the back of his mind. Now was not the time for thoughts like that... He had a girlfriend... Doing something like that with Cry would just be wrong on so many levels.
"Are you sure?" The American asked, Pewdiepie nodded and sat down on the bed. The swede smiled when Cry timidly sat down on the other side, it was adorable how embarrassed and shy he got.
'Wait... What did I just think?' Pewdiepie asked himself, he shook off the thoughts and lied down, the swede didn't realize how tired he was until now. He closed his eyes and let himself drift off into sleep.
Cry lied down on the bed, he could feel the warmth of Pewdiepie next to him, the swede was slightly snoring. The American was glad his friend was able to sleep, but him on the other hand... Cry just couldn't, he wasn't sure if it was from the pain of his arm or the fear of having more nightmares. The American grabbed his head and sat up, he looked over and saw Mad leaning up against the wall, his eyes were closed as if he was daydreaming.
"You've been quiet lately." Cry said, Mad opened his eyes and looked over at him.
"Thought I've give you two some alone time... You definitely seemed to use it well." He responded, Cry scoffed.
"You know for a fact we didn't do anything." The American said, getting up from where he was sitting and crosswing his arms.
"What? Can't I make a little joke?" Mad said with a small laugh, Cry just glared at him.
"Come on." Mad said motioning towards the door, Cry stepped back from him.
"No, I can't leave Pewds, anyways theres monsters out there." The American said glancing back at his friend.
"The monsters have been gone for a while now, and we won't be gone for long I just want to go for a small walk. Your boyfriend will still be asleep when we come back." Mad told Cry, who frowned.
"He's not my boyfriend." The American said, walking toward Mad.
"Yeah, whatever, let's go." The other said impatiently opening the door. The American left the room with Mad. Cry sighed, the hallways were still covered in blood, he was still in this hell hole nightmare worse than the original Amnesia.
"Am I crazy?" Cry asked, things would've gotten back to normal if he was just seeing it because of the head wound. The American silently scoffing to himself, of course he was, he was talking to someone that wasn't even there in reality. Mad sighed and looked over to him.
"Is this about me or this place?" He asked. Cry normally didn't ask Mad these types of things, usually because Mad would yell at him or just ignore the questions, but right now he really needed to talk about this and Mad seemed to realize it.
"Both." Cry said, looking at the floor as they continued to walk down the halls.
"You're not going crazy, Cry." Mad started, the American now looked over at the other.
"There's a reason you're seeing everything like this... It's the darkness, the same thing that has been causing you to have all those episodes." Cry looked at Mad confused, the whole time he thought that when they referred to the darkness they meant the darkness in him... All the negative emotions... But the way Mad made it sound... It was like it was some whole other being.
"Mad... What is the darkness?" Cry asked, the other just shook his head.
"It's a long story... I'll tell you later, you aren't ready to hear it now." He said, Cry glared at him for a moment but stopped when Mad glared back.
"Really, you have enough to worry about right now, Cry." The American sighed and nodded, giving up on trying to get anymore answers.
"As for me... You should already know why I was created... You needed someone to help you deal with the pain your father had caused you." Mad said, Cry cringed.
"Don't mention him." The American said angrily, but Mad seemed to ignore this outburst.
"I know what you're thinking Cry, and I'm not a representation of insanity, of anything I'm a representation of how you learned to cope with everything that happend to you. I'm what's keeping you from insanity." He said sternly. Cry's eyes narrowed.
"You're making it sound like I wouldn't be able to live without you." He said, Mad looked over at him angrily.
"That's because you can't! I'm the only person here who knows about what happened to you, the only one who you can talk to about this, without me you'd have killed yourself long ago. Or worse, you'd still be tortured by your father!" Mad yelled, Cry turned angrily over to him.
"I told you not to talk about that asshole!" The American yelled, a candle next to them flickered. The two stood there in silence for a couple of moments before Cry sighed and spoke up.
"Come on, let's go back. I don't want Pewdie to wake up with me not there." He said, starting to walk away, not even caring if Mad was following behind him.
"When are you going to tell him?" Mad asked, Cry turned to see the other walking beside him.
"I'm waiting for the right moment." The American said, he had a feeling Mad was going to pester him about this, Cry heard the other scoff.
"Or you're just being a pussy... like always." Mad said, Cry didn't even bother glaring at the other or making a comment, he knew it was true. Cry was terrified to tell Pewdiepie about his feelings.
"You should just tell him. If he doesn't like you back then what ever, you can just kill him." Mad said, his sadistic love for killing showing up again.
"I'm not killing him. Can you just leave me alone for a bit?" Cry asked angrily, Mad didn't even respond, just dissappeared giving the American his space. Cry walked alone for a bit, just thinking things over. He was unsure of whether or not he should tell Pewdiepie about his past... about what he went through... Cry knew his friend worried about him and how he has been behaving lately, he wasn't sure if telling him about what happened would make his friend feel better or worse. Cry was snapped out of his thoughts when he was slammed against the wall. The American tried to look and see who had pushed him but his vision was blurred, the back of his head stung and he could feel a trickle of blood slowly run down his neck. Cry felt the blade of a sword touch his throat, his eyes widened.
"Who are you?" A man with a french accent said. Cry's eyes finally focused and he saw a golden man standing in front of him. He looked familiar... The American then remembered, he was a statue from the game, one of Pewdie's 'companions', but right now he was life size. Cry tried the best to remember his name but couldn't, all he could focus on was the pounding in his head and the sword resting on his throat.
"I said who are you?!" The golden man said again, Cry tried to get off the wall he was pinned on but was just slammed backward again.
"Cry! My name's Cry... I'm a friend of Pewds." The American yelped, he looked to the side and noticed he was right near the bedroom Pewdiepie was sleeping in. 'God, I hope he can hear this' Cry thought to himself, he needed his friend to come help him.
"I don't believe you." The man said, pressing the sword a bit harder on Cry's throat, any more pressure and he'd draw blood. The golden man studied Cry, the American cringed, this man seemed to be reading him like an open book. After a moment the man's eyes widened, as if coming into relization about something, he back up so that he was an arms distance away but kept the sword pointed at Cry.
"You're the reason things are going to hell here." He said, the American stared at him confused.
"What are you talking about, I just got sucked into this game like 15 hours ago!" Cry said, he couldn't be responsible for anything happening here.
"Yeah and in the past 15 hours the number in monsters seemed to have tripled, not to mention the fact that other people have started to be sucked into the game!" Cry's eyes widened, there were other people here? Before he could ask any questions the man spoke up again.
"I know what you are, I know that thing is attatched to you and you brought it here!" He yelled, Cry didn't know what the hell he was talking about, but then he remembered his conversation with Mad earlier, he remembered about the darkness... Could that be what this guys mentioning? Cry felt the sword press down, he winced in pain a bit, he could feel a small trail of blood fall down his neck.
"I'm not letting you destroy this place." The man said, Cry realized what was going to happen and screamed, he yelled for Pewdiepie, it was his only defense, his only chance of not getting his throat slit. The golden man was just about to cut his throat when the door to the bedroom shot open. 'THANK GOD' The American thought to himself.
"Cry?!" Pewdiepie yelled, Cry smiled. The swede looked over to the two and saw what was going on.
"Stephano?" Pewdiepie asked, the golden man ignored the swede and continued glaring at Cry.
"Woah, woah, Stephano, that's Cry, he's cool." Pewdiepie said, he walked over and seperated the two. 'Really? That's all he's going to do?! I almost got killed by this guy.' Cry thought to himself, surprised and annoyed by the fact Pewdie was so calm about this.
"Are you sure he can be trusted?" Stephano said, Cry rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, Pewdiepie on the other hand just smiled.
"Of course he can, Cry's like my best friend." He said happily, Cry looked down to the floor, all anger washed away and he was just left with a pang of sadness. He hated that reminder, that they were just friends. Stephano muttered something under his breath as he put his sword away.
"So wait, if you're here, does that mean the others are here too?" Pewdiepie asked Stephano, acting as if nothing had just happened. Cry wasn't paying attention thought, he leaned up against the wall, starting to feel naseaus and weak.
"Yes, Piggeh and Mr. Chair are upstairs. I had left to go search around for a noise I heard when I found your friend over here. We can go see them if you would like." Stephano said, Pewdiepie perked up.
"Yeah, you guys might be able to help us find Marzia! What do you say Cry?" The swede asked but there was no answer. Pewdiepie looked over to see Cry leaning on the wall looking down at the floor.
"Cry?" He asked again, stepping closer to his friend. There was no response, instead the American fell to the floor.
"Cry!" Pewdiepie yelled, kneeling down next to his now unconscious best friend, worry filled him over. His eyes widened when he heard a bro in the distance. The swede shared a glance with Stephano before turning back to Cry, he picked his friend up as carefully as possible.
"Come on let's go." Pewdiepie said, he needed to get Cry somewhere safe, someplace with supplies that could help them out. Stephano nodded and started leading the way to the others, Pewdie leaned close to Cry's ear and whispered.
"Don't worry Cry, I'll keep you safe."