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After Cry stopped Alexander, he then curled up in bed with Felix and hushed him, comforting him as he fell slowly into a sweet dreamland about going to Narnia which was located on the moon. Cry had also fallen into a deep sleep, but his was more about bathing in a sweet chocolaty, hazelnut cream known as Nutella.
A pale man with little hair on his head who was so skinny you could see the lines of his skull through his facial skin had walked in and made sure the boys were both sound asleep. He slowly walked over to the supposedly deceased pink man and knelt down beside him. "Piggeh?" he whispered, making sure the pink fellow could hear him, but the boys would remain unaffected by his voice.
The once-pig, turned man stirred slightly. He opened his eyes, and looked around, realizing where he was. Piggeh froze on the spot, thinking about what was happening. When Alexander was in him, he could only see stuff through a small tunnel-like hole and it was all slightly blurred. Now, though, he could see everything in full view, and saw every color, detail, everything. He gasped realizing what had happened. He'd defeated Alexander!
Finbar saw the happiness on Wilbur's face. He knew what he had to do would wipe that smile completely off, and felt horrible knowing he had to do it. Finbar took a deep breath and said "Wilbur. You're awake. I'm glad. You need to leave now, though. Get anything you want to take with you and go."
Wilbur looked wide-eyed at Finbar "What?! What are you talking about? I'm finally free of Alexander, why would I have to leave?" He could hardly believe what Finbar was saying. He had to go? But why? He'd just gotten free of the curse of that ring. He'd just been set free. Why would he have to leave?
The skeletal-looking man felt his heart grow heavy with grief for the former swine. He knew how it felt to lose someone so dear to your heart. But, he also knew that Felix must have been scarred by the incident and it would take some time apart from Wilbur to get over at least some of the trauma. He explained this to Wilbur, feeling like shit for the depressed looks that he was getting from the pink man. He knew this was hard, but it was necessary.
The door then opened to show a golden man walking in. Stephano glanced at the bed and saw the sound asleep blonde Swede curled up innocently in Cry's arms. He felt something in his heart stir, but pushed it away, choosing to focus on more important matters at the time. He then turned to see Wilbur sitting on the floor. He felt his cheeks burn as he clenched his hands tightly, trying to calm his body as it shook violently with rage. He glared heatedly at the pink man on the floor, his nostrils flaring angrily as he paced across the floor and gripped the pink haired male by the collar of his shredded pale shirt.
"You did this, didn't you?!" He questioned angrily, gripping onto the frightened pig's shirt tighter, causing the thread to stretch apart. His eyes got a menacing glow to them that radiated pure hatred for the shivering pink man.
"That's enough. You both are through with this conversation. Wilbur, let's go. Stephano, you stay here in case Felix needs you." Finbar said in a commanding tone. Stephano released Wilbur and stared angrily at the wall as he heard the two men shuffle out of the room. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Now all he had to do was wait until Felix-
"AHH! PENIS!" shouted the blonde gamer as he shot up from his sleep. He had effectively kicked out his legs enough to awaken the brunette next to him, and causing the golden man who stood at the end of the bed leap in surprise and rush toward the gamer's side of the bed after shooting Cry a quick, jealous glare.
"Pewdie are you okay? Were you hurt? Did Wilbur do anything?" Stephano's voice came out, as a soothing melody, making the Swede feel instantly relaxed from the nightmare. He hadn't realized he had called the blonde by his gaming name, but didn't care at the moment, worried about his best bro more than anything else at the moment.
Felix cracked a small smile before the memories came back to him all at once, causing him to shake in fear violently. Stephano's eyes grew wider as he studied the blonde. 'What exactly happened to him?' the golden man thought worriedly and wrapped his arms tightly around Felix.
As Stephano coddled and shushed the Swedish gamer, Cry slowly got up from the bed and left the room. He wanted to give the two some privacy, and even so much as locked the door on the way out so none of the nurses would disturb them. As he started down the hall, he bumped into a familiar-looking person. "Toby?"
"Hey! You're that Cry guy, right? The one Felix is always talking about when we talk about co-op games?" Toby asked, recalling a few of the conversations where Felix had mentioned a man named Cry when they were talking about Left 4 Dead or No More Room in Hell co-ops.
Cry blushed slightly at the notion of being talked about by such well-known gamers. "Um, y-yeah. I am. And you're Tobuscus. You're the guy who used to date Felix, right? Didn't you two break up a few years ago or something?"
Toby's brilliant smile faltered a second before dimming to a small smile. He remembered the years well. The years of having Felix visit him in California and stay at his house. How he'd get complaints from his neighbors about the loud moaning instead of the usual screaming. "Yeah, we… we went our separate ways a few years back. But we still get together every few months or so to go somewhere and hang out for a bit."
Cry looked into Toby's eyes and saw the sorrow that they held. He knew that feeling, the feel of being rejected in some way and being accepted in another. He thought back to the years spent with Scott, and when he confessed his love to his best friend. Scott said he had feelings for the masked man, too. They started dating, but after about 7 months, they decided to just be good friends. Although you can never truly go from being lovers, holding each other's hands, stealing quick kisses when Red and Snake looked away, and the slight flirty undertone they used when talking to each other… you just couldn't go back from that. Either you were together forever or never again. You couldn't be just friends.
Toby sighed, "Why don't we go to the cafeteria for some food. I know you must be hungry, like me, from spending all that time in the game." Toby wanted to lighten the mood, as he always wanted to. Him and Felix had been such a perfect fit. When one was upset, the other could always make him smile.
Cry nodded, deciding to go with the other brunette man. He was also hoping to get more information about their relationship. How did it feel for Felix to start dating Marzia? How did he feel about their break-up? Was he planning to get back together with Felix? Was he looking for a relationship, like Cry was?
'Well, I guess I'd better get the questions out as soon as we get our food' Cry thought. That was Toby couldn't just get up and leave. He really wanted those answers, and he was goning to get them.

Mr. Chair, or Blue as the doctors and nurses now called him, sat by his sleeping wife. She looked so peaceful to him, like an angel. He hadn't seen her this relaxed in a very long time, and that worried him. How would he break the news to her? How would he tell her that their child was no longer here. Martin said he was doing her a favor. Did that mean that they wouldn't have to take care a baby? Or did that mean that her and Blue would be splitting up soon and that this would make it easier?
Blue was so deep in thought that he hadn't even noticed Mayo, now referred to as May, wake up and start looking into his deep brown eyes, the same color as hers. He looked so worried, which caused her to worry. Blue always looked so worried for others, that he didn't even realize what it was doing to him. He was slowly going insane, and she knew this. But she had no idea how to help her love out, how to stop his worrying and soothe his stresses. Well... she knew one way, but after the last time they did that, she got pregnant with- Wait! Her belly! It was small, the child wasn't there anymore! She then remembered. Martin. The knife. Something about a favor...
Blue finally noticed May was awake, just as a tear slipped down her cheek. "May? What's wrong, love? Are you in pain? I can get the doctor. He'll give you whatever you need to make the pain better. Just tell me and I'll-"
Blue was cut off by May hugging him. She was sobbing quietly, and whispering a mantra-like phrase to herself, over and over again. "My baby... my baby... my baby... my baby..." The words were laced with pain and sorrow. This was all her fault. Blue had lost the child that they both grew to love. He would now hate her. "I'm so sorry, sweet baby... I'm so sorry, my love... I couldn't keep our baby alive. I... I'm so s-sorry." She gasped and sobbed the apologies as she clung to Blue, waiting to be pushed away and left in the darkness like she always was. She always would be alone... no matter what.
Blue had no idea why May was apologizing to him. Did she really think it was her fault? Did she really think that because of Martin stabbing her baby, something that she couldn't do anything to stop, that he would hate her? Yes, he loved the child as if it were already there, in his arms, it's little hands grasping his bigger ones, it's little childish giggles echoing throughout the room, but he loved May more. She was already there, in his arms, and he loved her more than anything. "May... stop crying. I love you more than anything in this world. What happened to... to our child... it was nothing you could stop. I love you so, so, so much. Nothing would ever change that", Blue said as he stared deeply into May's eyes.
Just then a doctor walked in. "May Tabel and Blue Chair? We just wanted to bring you your children. Their god-father stayed with them all night, so that they were safe." The doctor said and moved away, making room for a tall man in a brown hoodie that covered most of his face and didn't have any sleeves to walk through. His arms were covered in lime green tribal tattoos. Behind him followed a pair of twins. One a girl and one a boy. They both looked to be about ten years old. One had fair skin, dark-brown hair, and dark brown, almost red eyes, her name was Juniper. The other had tan skin, light brown hair, and chocolate brown eyes.
The doctor closed the door as the party of three approached the couple. "Okay," Martin started off, "Let me explain this to you..."