And so here's chapter 3! I'm sorry I'm late uploading this, but my internet went out last night.
Chapter 3
~"Circle you, circle you."~*
Demented voices sang the words merrily, striking fear into his heart. It was only a song, a song made for young children.* So why; why was he so afraid of it? Why did it send chills down his spine?
~"Please don't try to run from us."~
Footsteps echoed throughout the area along with the words, both sounds jarring his senses. Laughter filled his head, sounding wicked, demonic even. He could sense the figures surrounding him, toying with him.
~"Circle you, circle you."~
Did they want him dead, a body to add to their collection? Or did they want him alive so that they could torture him and turn him into a plaything that they could experiment on and "play games" with?
Metallic, heavy footsteps came closer, ever so closer, to his hiding place in the closet. Cry waited for the inevitable creak of the closet door opening, his hot ragged breaths muffled against his broken mask. But there was no creak of the door, and the singing seemed to fade away, but despite that still waited for them to discover him. His eyes darted back and forth, looking towards the direction of each sound he heard. He could feel his panic rising, the darkness starting to stifle his breathing, choking him. He tried to breathe, but the oxygen refused to enter his lungs. His hand went to his throat, clutching at his neck as if it would help him breathe. He started to hyperventilate—or was he already doing so?—his breaths coming in short, rapid bursts. He had to get out of there, that stifling place, even if it alerted his tormentors and just sent him deeper into their eerily child-like game.
~"What games will we play, can you guess?"~
He scratched at the door in his panic when he heard the words being whispered in his ear, fingernails scraping at the dark, ancient wood until they bled, the nails reduced to stubs. A sob escaped his lips, directed at, not a person, but the closet holding him captive. "L-Let me out! Please, I don't…I don't want to die. I'm too young to die, please…" He started to ramble, his sentences becoming more and more incoherent. But the doors wouldn't open and his one and only "safe haven" became his prison, driving him closer to insanity.
~"Before the moon sets again…"~
He took off his mask then, feeling as if its straps were tightening around his temples. The white, ceramic clay felt heavy in Cry's slim hands, weighed down by sad memories. A piece of the mask was missing, the piece the piece that had hidden his left eye gone and most likely never to be found again. His mask had been broken by none PewDie whilst trying to remove Cry's left eye, commenting on how beautiful a color it was and how much he wanted it for himself. Cry tried to struggle from the other's strong grip, but all he had managed to do was break his mask and indirectly helping the other plunge the knife into the bone under his eye, 'causing him unimaginable pain as the bone broke under the force of impact. He had still managed to get away, but at the price of his left eye, its sight forever compromised.
As he thought, still hyperventilating, still panicking, the closet doors gave way under his weight. He landed with a heavy thud onto his back, his eyes staring up at the one person he wanted to see the most…And the least, "Pewds…" No, it wasn't him, not anymore. One gaunt eye stared down at him, the other eye socket empty and dark. Stitches stretched from the corners of his mouth to the tips of his ears, the skin around the threads bloody and raw. The stitches seem to act as a permanent twisted smile and, with that twisted smile, he spoke. What came out of his mouth sounded like nonsense, everything except for one thing:
~"You can play with us until then!"~
Humanoid forms joined PewDiePie, all of them missing body parts or with ones not their own sewn onto them. They started walking in circles around him, singing, always singing the same line over and over again.
~"Circle you, circle you!"~
They repeated the line seven times, continuing to circle around him, but once they were finished singing their movements slowed, and then stopped completely. PewDie was leaning close to him now, the smell of decay present upon his pale skin, making Cry gag and retch from the stench. The brunette felt a cold hand lift his chin, Pewdie whispering in his ear, "Who stands behind you right now?"*
Cry tensed, sensing a figure standing behind him, but when he turned his head to see who it was, all he saw was a flash of gold before something was brought down on his head, creating a sharp pain that caused him to black out.
Ryan's eyes flew open and he sat up suddenly, his skin clammy and pale and his breath coming in as short gasps. His whole body was trembling with fear and his head was killing him. He could feel his heart beating wildly against his ribcage, as if trying to escape his body. He squeezed his eyes shut; trying to forget the nightmare, but only saw Felix's demented face. He shook his head and opened his eyes, wishing he could get the image out of his head.
The LPer took a glance at his door, contemplating if he should do it or not. He sighed and stood up. He was sure if Felix was awake or not, but he took his mask and put it on anyways just in case. Then, very quietly, he walked towards his open door and into the hallway. The sounds of Felix's steady breathing told Ryan that his friend was sleeping deeply, but he felt that he should check on his friend. However, just as he put his hand onto the door, a sudden fear seized him, making him let go of the handle in surprise.
His whole body shaking, Ryan walked past the door quickly and hurried off towards the kitchen, deciding that waking Felix wouldn't help anyone.
The next morning, Felix woke up and headed off towards the living room, only to find Ryan passed out on the couch with a few bottles of beer scattered around the area. Felix pursed his lips and furrowed his brow, concern for his friend evident on his face. Though he knew Ryan drank, and even had the pleasure of being "invaded" by a drunken Cry during one of his own livestreams in the early morning hours. But what concerned him was the fact that he had started drinking alone, most likely in the middle of the night, was strange. And not only that, but Ryan's mask was lying limply between his fingers. Felix was tempted to wake his friend up, but something told him not too, so he let Ryan sleep.
*This line and all the line's like it are a translation of the Vocaloid song "Kagome, Kagome" or "Circle You, Circle You". This translation along with the rest of them except for the last line was used with a different translation.
*Kagome is a children's game from Japan. A group of friend's surround a child and sing a song (the child in the middle is "blind"-AKA not allowed to look) and the person must guess who is behind them (the person behind them being a "murderer" is a darker take on what the lyrics of the children's song actually mean).
*This line is from a translation using something closer to the actual children's game instead of the Vocaloid song.
So here's the chapter. I hope you enjoyed. (I wish we could use links, so that you guys can get the link to the English version of this song, but just search it and try to find the one you like best.)