Level Three... Levels.
Morning sunlight shone onto Pewdie's face, stinging his eyes from behind his eyelids. The gamer blinked the pinks, greens and oranges out from his vision, he hadn't slept as well as he'd thought, his back and shoulders ached and cracked from where he's been laying. Cry was still sleeping, the mask that had covered his face had now moved to the top of his head, revealing a bloody pulp of muscle tissue and ivory bone. This scared Pewdie, unwilling screaming at the sight. Cry woke suddenly, scanning the area with urgency, until noticing that the room was empty, he turned at Pewdie with rage.
"What the heck are you screaming for?" The blonde haired gamer was now perplexed.
"You mean you're not dead?" He said foolishly. Cry too was now confused, reaching up to run his hand through his chocolate coloured hair but instead his fingers collided with the hard plastic of his mask.
"Oh!" He realised. "You mean my face?" Cry touched it gently, leaving a brownish residue on the tips of his fingers. "Looks like it might need cleaning." He said casually, as if having no skin was completely normal.
"What happened Cry?" Pewdie asked. The dark haired man shrugged and got to his feet.
"Does it look bad?" Cry whispered, frightened to hear his friend's reply. Pewdie remained silent, as what could he say, there was no chance he could lie and yet his face or what was left of his face was too repulsive to make excuses for. "Don't worry." Cry laughed, trying to pretend it didn't bother him. "Lets get a move on." He said of the blue which was replied with a single nod.
The long corridors were just how the boys remembered them, just like the game, red, gold, wry and a lot of barrels. Which Pewdie couldn't help but comment on, leaving Cry to roll his eyes playfully at his silliness. If they didn't laugh, they would only breakdown, Cry kept reminding himself.
When it came to puzzles and reading clues, Cry relied on Pewdie, wearing his glasses would only dig into the bandages, causing mind numbing pain. Although, he did have to help, as Pewds would occasionally speak in Swedish, forgetting that Cry was American and wasn't fluent in his language, if at all. They had both done incredibly well, stacking boxes to climb out of sewers and hiding from monsters in various places, using each other to lean on when needed, they made a pretty good team but could still fight like cat and dog when coming up with successful plans and strategies.
"Is there suppose to be a storyline or something to this game?" Pewdie thought aloud, curiously admiring the painted ceiling of the grand hallway entrance. Cry turned, he was a good couple of meters ahead and had over heard his comment, which now irritated him.
"What?" He raised his voice not realising he was doing it. Pewdie flinched and stared after the masked gamer, who was now facing in his direction, shoulders tense and stood in what could only be described as a self defense stance. It was hard to see what Cry's emotions were as the mask was nothing more than a white circle with two whirls for eyes and a single dead straight line for a mouth.
"I was just wondering when do we know we've reached the next level." Cry sighed, tugging at his thick brown hair.
"Who knows?"
"Maybe Edgar can help." Cry's head tilled to the side, expressing his confusion. "My dog, he gave me these biscuits to ask for his help when I need it."
"Oh! Yeah I have some fish for my cat." His tiered body slumped to the floor, "Why don't you try it then?" He suggested, playing with the buttons on his lace cuffed sleeve. Wearing Victorian clothes was not something Cry was use to, in fact they were uncomfortably tight, especially his black waistcoat that rode up his back whenever he would bend or climb revealing his pale skin, that would send a chill to his bare flesh. Their clothes had already gone through an assortment of torture, getting wet, then muddy, bloody and even up to their armpits in sewage, 'I feel a little feverish' Cry sighed.
"EDGAR! I NEED YOUR HELP!" Pewdie shouted, as if summoning a demon. Out from the shadows appeared a small black-brownish pug, waddling over to his master's feet.
"Give me my treat" The pug demanded, which the gamer did so. The dog chewed the small bone shape in to a messy pile of crumbs and saliva, until finally devouring it. Edgar glowed a gold light, as if when highlighting an object in a video game. "What can I do for you Felix?" The pug snorted.
"Can you tell us more about this world? And when do we reach the next level?" Edgar dog-sneezed.
"Not too far now, actually through that door." The small dog directed with his paw. "As for this world, this is the realm of Amnesia but whoever is doing this to you isn't putting you through just, YELP!" Edgar began frantically rubbing his head of to the wooden floor. The two boys ran to the dog's side, filled with concern.
"Stupid mut!" A familiar voice came out from the walls. "He should know better." Cat's narrow green eyes look on with amusement.
"Is that you're cat?" Pewds asked.
"Yeah, he's a bit of a jerk." Cry stood to see the Cat better. "Are you here to help?" He shouted towards his tabby.
"Ha! Absolutely not. I'm here to collect that foolish K9." The arrogant feline strode over to where the two boys hovered around Edgar, who was still whimpering in pain. "Come mut, before you kill yourself." Without another word Cat placed his white soaked paw onto the pug's back and seeped into the darkness like a quick cast of shadow.
"WAIT!" Pewdie yelled "Edgar..." Cry squeezed Pewdie's shoulder in sympathy.
"Don't worry I'm sure he's fine, my cat may seem like a dick but I bet he took him somewhere to recover." Cry reassured his worried friend. Pewds smiled and they both continued to the door that Edgar had pointed to earlier.
Inside the room was not what they had expected. The small box room was filled with shelves, mishmash of books, bottles, tins and junk with only a wardrobe on the far side of the room, chained closed with a single gold padlock that kept it from opening. Without warning the door behind Cry and Pewdie slammed shut, echoing loudly through their ears, water squirting through the crack at the bottom of the door.
"A KEY!" The gamers screamed in unison. The boys scrambled through the array of rubbish, frantically searching for a key to fit the lock. The murky water was now up to their waists, making it almost impossible to move quickly.
"I THINK THE WATER HAS STOPPED RISING!" Screamed Pewdie, over the sound of rushing water.
"THAT'S NOT A GOOD THING PEWDS!" Cry was right, as the noise of sewer fish came closer to the barricaded entrance.
"SHIT!" The wood began to splintered away, the fish devoured everything in their path and they would be next. Almost giving up hope, Pewds punched the wooded shelf, braking it with force, when out of the blue, a metal key fell out from a closed book, titled 'Thy Last Hope.' They trenched the water to the locked wardrobe, Pewdie's hands shook violently to fit the key.
"HURRY UP!" Cry screamed.
"SHUT UP CRY!"
"THEY'RE ALMOST THROUGH!"
"I KNOW I KNOW!"
"HURRY UP THEN!"
Pewdie stopped suddenly and looked at Cry, saying calmly. "You're not helping..." Although hidden by a mask, he rolled his eyes at Pewds and snatched the key out from his grasp, with a single try the pad lock was lose, untangling the chains, the fish were though the wooden barrier and swam viciously towards the boys. Volume turned high, they screamed all the way into the wardrobe, shutting the doors behind them. They were safe.
Their lanterns did not work inside the darkness but instead had to fumble through the pitch blackness until reaching what felt like a door. Before the gamers could opening it, revealing the next level, the doors were pulled apart by a man around the same age as Cry and Pewdie, his silver hair and glasses reflected light onto the their faces, startling the neatly dressed boy.
"W-who are you?" He stuttered.
Cry and Pewdie looked at one another in amazement, their voices synchronized.
"I don't think we're in Amnesia anymore."
Level Three... Levels... Complete.
Level Four... 18+... Begin?...
(Hi, I hope you're enjoying my story, I'll bring the next chapter out as soon as I can... Any guesses where are heros are now? ^_^ Thank you for reading this far... see you soon.)
