***Authors Note***
Wow, I haven't written in a while, sorry guys. I had writers block for a while with this story, I still do but I decided to work through it for you guys! So sit back, chillax, and enjoy the new chapter.

"So are we ready to go?" Pewdiepie asked. The group was getting prepared to continue the search for Marzia. It was a day after Pewd's drank the sanity potion, Cry thought they should wait another day before they head off but the swede felt fine, he was ready to go. Pewdiepie no longer saw the horrifying nightmare realm, instead he saw normal Amnesia, he didn't even see Mad anymore. A pang of guilt swept over the sweede as he remembered that Cry still saw the demented version of Amnesia, he was lost in his insanity... And he still had to deal with Mad, the manifestation of all his hatred. He knew that Cry and Mad got along, but it seemed like Mad was trying to bring out the worst in the American.

"We're all set." Cry said, snapping Pewdie out of his thoughts. The swede nodded to the masked man and walked out of the room, the group following behind. Mr. Chair and Piggeh started discussing something and surprisingly, Stephano and Cry were chatting. It seemed like Pewdie's plan had worked out well, the two of them were getting along now, they actually were becoming friends.

The swede smiled when he heard Cry laugh, he loved that laugh, it always made him perk up with happiness. Everything about the American made Pewdie's heart flutter, he couldn't even think about Cry without smiling like an idiot or blushing. There was no doubt, he had a crush on him... There was even a good chance that it was more than a crush. Pewdie stiffened when he remembered Marzia, his girlfriend, the one he was trying to save. How could he have feelings for Cry when he was with her? The swede should only be in love her, he shouldn't be interested in someone else, let alone his best friend. But Pewdie knew what it was, the more time he spent with Cry the more he started to realize the empty space he had. The space that Marzia could never fill, but Cry could. Marzia understood Pewdie, but she didn't get him like Cry, she never connected with him like the American did. The swede had thought for so long it was just because they were best friends, he never realized it was because he liked Cry. As much as the feelings for Cry felt right though, Pewdie knew they were wrong, he felt terrible for Marzia, he didn't want to hurt her... but still he didn't want to be without Cry either. The swede remembered what Mad said about not hurting the American, if Pewdie ever wanted to have something with Cry he'd have to drop Marzia and he wasn't sure if he could do that. He wasn't sure if he could ever choose between them. He had been with Marzia for years, he wasn't sure if he could leave their history behind, but he could be happier with Cry.

Pewdie felt bad he was even thinking about this when Marzia was missing, he should just deal with it later. The thing he felt worst about was that he kept forgetting about her, he would get caught up with the time he was spending with Cry and the fact she was gone would be pushed to the back of his mind. Somehow the American had a way of grasping Pewdie's attention like that, so the Swede would forget about everything else except him, all his problems would be pushed away. Pewdiepie sighed, he was a terrible boyfriend.

"Everything okay?" The Swede was snapped out of his thoughts, he looked over to see Cry walking next to him.

"Yeah, everything's fine." Pewdie replied, putting a smile on his face. He didn't want to worry Cry, the American already had enough stuff to deal with. Cry didn't press for any more answers, he just nodded and looked ahead. The two hadn't talked much since Pewdie had seen Mad, the Swede guessed Cry was worried about him thinking he was crazy. Honestly, there was a part of Pewds that was worried he really was crazy, but he remembered what Mad had said. There was a reason Cry saw what he saw. Pewdie didn't care about what that reason was as long as Cry wasn't insane then he was happy.

"Is Mad here?" Pewdie asked, Cry glanced at him for a moment before shaking his head.

"No, he's usually only around when I'm alone." The American said quietly.

"So he was created when all the stuff with your dad started?" Pewdiepie asked, Cry flinched with the mention of his father.

"Yeah, he helped me through a lot of it... Surprisingly enough he talked sense into me half the time. He was actually the one to suggest running away." He said, the swede nodded in response. After that silence fell among the two, they continued walking down the hallways, the rest of the group following behind. Cry looked a bit uneasy, everytime Pewdie looked over at him he was staring at the ground fiddling around with his sweatshirt sleeves. The swede was about to speak up and ask what was wrong but Cry cut him off.

"Do you think I'm crazy?" He asked, he was now staring up at Pewdie. The swede realized this was the thing that had been bothering him and looked over at Cry with a warm smile on his face.

"Of course not Cry." Pewdie responded, he saw the American let out a breath of relief.

The group walked into a large room, it was practically empty except for some bookcases and a desk. Cry went over to the desk and started looking through the drawers while the others looked around at the book cases and tried to see if there was anything hidden. Everyone stopped in their tracks when they heard someone enter the room, they turned around to see not just one but two barrels.

"Well look what we have here." The taller of the two barrels said smugly. Pewdie didn't know what to do, he instinctively stepped closer to Cry, not wanting him to get hurt. Stephano took out his sword and stepped in front of the group, there was only one exit to the room which was now being blocked, so the only thing they could do was fight the barrels back. The barrels laughed when the golden man stepped forward.

"You really think you can face us?" One asked, Stephano just glared at them. He went to charge forward but was knocked back by the taller of the two with enough force to send the golden man across the room.

"Stephano!" Mr. Chair yelled going over to the golden man's side, blood was trickling downhis neck.

"If you want a fight, you're gunna get one." One of the barrels said, Pewdie looked back to see Piggeh being thrown against the wall. He barely had anytime to process what was going on when he was punched back and fell to the floor.

Cry stared in shock as Pewdie fell to the floor, he went over to help but was knocked back and pinned to the floor by one of the barrels. He tried to get him off but the barrel was too strong for him. The barrel let out a laugh and brought his hand to Cry's mask.

"Let's have a look and see what you're hiding." He whispered into Cry's ear. The American felt a shiver go down his spine and he froze, this was an all too familiar situation.

***FLASHBACK***

Cry was pushed into a wall and fell down to the floor, he started to crawl away, trying his best to get away from his father, who was drunk and pissed at him yet again. Cry didn't even know what he did this time, did he come home late? Or did someone send in another complaint? Whatever it was his dad was not going to let it go easily.

Cry froze when a hand was placed on his back, he was flipped onto his back to see his dad hovering over him. The brunette tried to back away put was pinned to the ground instead. He felt his mask slowly being lifted off and shuttered, his father leaned close to his face.

"You know, you have the same eyes as your mother." He said, Cry couldn't help it, he was shaking now, something about the way his father said that... The brunette was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a hand trailing down to his hip, his eyes widened as everything started to set in. He now knew what his father was going to do. He felt his pants start to be unzipped and that's when he snapped. Without even thinking Cry kicked his father in the gut and wriggled free from his grip, he then ran down the hallway and into his room.

"You little bitch!" Cry heard his father yell, he made sure to lock the door before hiding in the corner. He knew that if his father was mad enough, one door wouldn't stand in his way. The brunette gasped as the door flung open, he didn't expect that to happen so fast, he could barely process it before he was picked up by the shirt. Cry looked to see his father holding a shiny object, he quickly realized it was a knife. Anxiety welled up through him.

"Now don't give me that look. You were bad, and bad kids need to be punished." His father said holding the knife up, and with that he cut one of the brunette's eyes. Cry was dropped to the floor, he screamed and grabbed the eye that had been cut. His father just smiled and left, leaving Cry to his pain.

***End Of Flashback***

Anger filled throughout Cry, he couldn't let something like that happen again, he couldn't be weak. He was done being someone's bitch. Cry felt his mask being taken off, it was thrown across the room. The American looked to see a smug look on the barrel's face and that was it, he embraced all the anger and hatred that came to him. Cry punched the barrel back, with force he didn't even know he had. The barrel flew across the room and hit his head against the wall. Cry then turned to the other barrel, which had Pewdie pinned to the ground. The Swede seemed shocked when the barrel was ripped off of him by Cry, he instantly shot up and turned to the others who were all getting up themselves.

"Come on let's go." Pewdie said, everyone ran out the door... Well everyone excet for Cry.

"Cry?" The swede asked, Cry had his fists clenched and was staring down the two barrels on the floor.

"Leave without me." He said sternly, the Swede's eyes widened.

"No I can't-" He was cut off by Cry who turned around to face him. The Americans eyes were burning with a rage Pewdie had never seen before, he didn't know exactly what had pissed Cry off this much... Maybe it was the fact they took his mask off.

"Leave!" Cry demanded. Pewdie didn't listen, instead he walked over to the American.

"What do you want to do, fight them? I'm not leaving you alone with the barrels. I'm sorry." Cry groaned, why did the swede have to be so stubborn.

"Pewdie you don't want to see what I'm going to do... You can't see me like this. Just go." Cry told him. The fact of the matter was, he was going to have another episode... Or at least he thought he was. Truthfully he didn't know what was going to happen at the moment, he was actually going to embrace the darkness. Kill the fuckers who took off his mask. Pewdie looked at Cry, still unsure about leaving.

"Pewdie, come on, let him deal with this." Stephano said at the doorway, Pewdie shot him a look as if saying 'go away.' It wasn't until the golden man left that he turned back to the American.

"I'll catch up to you guys in a bit, don't worry I'll be fine... Please, go." Cry said. Pewdie sighed in defeat and turned around, he started to walk away. When he got to the doorway and looked over his shoulder.

"Don't do anything stupid, bro." Pewdie said. Cry nodded and flashed the swede a smile.

"Don't worry about it Pewds." The American said and with that the Swede left with the others. Cry now turned back to the barrels who were now staring to get up, he smiled and laughed meniachly. God, the darkness had an effect on him. He never thought embracing it would turn him this blood crazy. But he was still in control. He still had the choice of what to do next, and for once he actually was going to do something the darkness probably wanted. He scoffed, Mad probably would be pleased with him too. Cry took out his pocket knife, it wasn't much but he knew it would do the trick.

"You little fucker." The shorter of the two barrels said, Cry flashed them a smile before charging at them. He kicked one in the stomache and slicked the other's neck. He knew the one with the neck injury wouldn't last long now, just had to bleed out a bit, so he turned his attention to the taller of the barrels. Cry grabbed the barrel's trench coat and lifted him up a bit so that they were face to face.

"Are you guys the ones who have been taking people?" The American asked, the barrle scoffed.

"Why would I tell you?" He asked, Cry held up the knife to his throat.

"I suggest you start giving me answers or I'll make sure you end up like your friend over there." He said through gritted teeth. The barrel's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, we've been taking people." He said.

"Why? What are you planning?" Cry asked, he knew that this meant they took Marzia, he just didn't understand why, what did they need with so many people.

"Shouldn't you know? You're the host of the darkness, he's been setting this whole thing up." The barrel said, a smug grin on his face. Cry's eyes widened.

"What do you mean?" The American asked. The barrel laughed.

"The darkness has been working with us and the other monsters this whole time, you doomed your friends when you played that game with them, you're the reason why they're here and the reason why their going to die. Not to mention, you just fell right into our trap." Cry's eyes widened when the barrel held up a transmitter, he was giving away the location to where they were and he just doomed himself by staying here.

"You know, I would've thought you'd be smarter than that, but it seems you really are like the darkness. All you care about is violence and destruction." The barrel said, Cry shook his head angrily, his grip tightened on the knife he was holding and he stabbed the barrel.

"No, I'm not like the darkness!" The American yelled, he stopped, panting as he realized how much he had stabbed the barrel who now lied in a pool of blood. He took the transmitter out of his hand and crushed it, Cry didn't want to be caught. The American turned around just as a knife went into his stomache. He looked up to see the other barrel, who's throat had been slit. He seemed to have used the last of his energy to get back at Cry. The American laughed, quite meniachly, he didn't care at the moment... He didn't care if he was crazy. He had more pressing matters to attend to like finding Pewdie and telling him about what he learned. Cry grabbed the knife and casually pulled it out, walking past the barrel who was now on the floor gasping for his last breath. The American knelt down and picked up his mask.

"Well that was annoying." He said as he placed the mask on his face. Cry couldn't help but feel that embracing the darkness wasn't a good idea. He felt different... He knew that doing this had brought out a side of him he never knew he had... A crazy, evil side. The American shook it off, he grasped his stomache where he was stabbed, it was starting to hurt now that his little 'episode' was over. He stood up from where he was knelt down just to be hit on the back of the head, and with a thud he fell to the ground.

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Pewdie was walking with Stephano, Mr. Chair, and Piggeh, he felt bad about leaving Cry. He didn't know what happened to the American, the crazed look in his eyes... Pewdie knew what Cry was doing, he just wish he wouldn't. The thought of Cry killing someone, even if it was a barrel, was scary. Pewdie didn't know why Stephano told him to leave too, for some reason the golden man and American seemed to both know something that Pewds didn't. The Swede was cut out of his thoughts when he heard a scream, he quickly turned, he knew who that was.

"Cry..." Pewdie said, he shared a worried glance with the others before running back towards the room Cry was previously in. There they found two dead barrels but no Cry. The swede flet a pang of worry fly through him.

"Cry!" Pewdie called, but there was no response. He started shaking, first Marzia and now Cry... He couldn't lose the American, he was the person that kept him calm in these crazy situations. Pewdie stayed strong for Cry, without the American he didn't know what to do.

"Pewdie calm down." Stephano said, placing a hand on the Swede's shoulder. Pewdie shot around.

"How can I calm down?! We lost Cry and it's my fault! We should've never left him... I should've never left him! What if they hurt him, he's been through enough already that's the last thing he needs and-" Pewdie was cut out of his rant when Piggeh came over and slapped him across the face.

"Get ahold of yourself Pewds!" The pink haired man yelled, Pewdie blinked, processing what just happened.

"Listen, I know for a fact that Cry wouldn't want you freaking out like this. We just need to stay calm. There's probably some clues around here somewhere that can help us find where he is." Piggeh said, as if on cue Mr. Chair stepped forward with an envolope. He handed it to Pewdie, and when the swede looked down he saw that his name was written on it.

"What's this?" Pewdie asked.

"I found this near one of the bodies." Mr. Chair said. The Swede took a deep breath and opened up the envelope, inside was a key and a folded up peice of paper. Pewdie unfolded the paper and realized it was a note, he then started to read it .

"What does it say?" Piggeh asked, Pewdie looked up at them with wide eyes.

"It says I have to make a choice..." The Swede gulped, he looked back down at the note and key before speaking up again.

"Either I use this key to get Marzia back... Or I go to the leader of the barrels to get Cry back."