Hi everyone! Right, official business first: I'm wondering if anyone wants to submit a cover picture for this Fanfiction. There's no time limit, and I'll take everything into account. You don't have to have any extensive art skills, you just need to able to type 'The Five' on a paint document and make it look pretty. I wanted to do it myself but I thought it would be fun for you guys to get involved with the story. It's a contest, and the prize is a Pewdiepie or Cry or Pewdiepie and Cry one-shot of your choice (but no slash romance) written by me and your picture will be the cover for this story. To submit, make the picture you are submitting your profile picture and review or PM me. I will reply when I've seen the picture and you can change it back to whatever you want. Just have a shot, guys, because if you don't do it, then I have to and my art skills aren't very extensive. Anyway, enjoy as always!
- Livvy xxx

Stephano left in the early hours of the morning, awakening Piggeh to take the next watch. As the door closed it made a soft sound which woke up the sleeping Swede. Stretching, he accidently kicked Cry, who was at the end of the bed, and woke him up.

"Ow!" Cry cried out as he was kicked cruelly in the side.

"Oh, sorry, Cry," Pewdie apologised, wincing. Cry hadn't been there when he'd fallen asleep. Maya was still sleeping like a rock but Mr. Chair was just waking up from all of the commotion.

"I'm so sorry, guys. I really didn't mean-" Piggeh started.

"It's fine, dude. We should probably get up now, anyway. We have some planning to do, and some introductions! I don't believe you guys have been formally introduced!" Pewds said, waking up more as he spoke. He'd never been a 'morning person' but he didn't have the luxury to sleep in today.

"Huh? Oh! 'Course, yeah! I'm Piggeh, bro! Used to be a pig." Piggeh came over to Cry and stuck out his hand to shake. Cry sat up and took it. He looked strange, but Cry couldn't put his finger on it. He just had an air of something that Cry wasn't really used too, probably the fact that he used to be a pig.

"Cry."

"Sweet name."

"Right back at you," Cry lied, not liking the name 'Piggeh,' but liking the person and not wanting to offend him. He seemed like a fun guy, a lot like Pewds, only a bit more sexual from the expressions he pulled.

"And that's Mr. Chair," Pewdie introduced.

"Hello," Cry said, waving a little. Mr. Chair smiled back, no words needing to be said. "I guess you used to be a chair?"

"Yeah! How did you know?" They laughed a bit.

"So now what?" Piggeh asked.

"Well... I suppose we need a plan. We're going to need a plan," Pewdie decided.

"A plan of what?"

"A plan of battle."

"We can't just start a battle, Pewdie! We don't know where their base is. We wouldn't know where to start. Plus, you two don't know how to fight," Mr. Chair said. "Stephano will teach you when he gets back from his rounds."

"Rounds?"

"Every morning he goes to check to see if there are any enemies close by."

"Oh. I see. When will he be back?"

"Shortly."

Cry wasn't paying much attention to this conversation, as he was too busy looking around him. He started to think of home and how he missed everyone. He had his phone, but he couldn't contact anyone, which in some ways felt worse than not having it. The room was dismal, yet posh and expensive looking, nothing like his modern bedroom which was constantly illuminated by his computer lights and his favourite place to be. Cry's vision began to blur as tears welled up, but he ignored them. Did his friends know he was gone? Had they noticed?

With this thought in his head, he realized something and took out his phone to take a picture of the room. He took a picture of the miserable view from the indestructible window, a subtle picture of everyone on the room and then turned it off and put it away, for now. No-one noticed him get it out. Later, he'd be able to prove to himself that this was real.

"Pewds," he said, turning round. Pewdie raised an eyebrow at him. "Let's get some practice in." Cry lifted his fists.

"But shouldn't we use-"

"Stephano will teach us how to use a weapon, no doubt, but it's always good to know how to use your fists in case something happens and you're left 'defenceless.'" Pewdie nodded and sneakily threw the first punch. Cry smirked as he caught it in his hand and twisted the Swede's arm. Pewdie kicked Cry and Cry swung his other fist into Pewdie in response. Piggeh and Mr. Chair stood back and offered pointers to the two as they practiced, and that's how they spent the next hour as they waited for Stephano.