Chapter 11: My fate is yours…

Author's Note: I'm back! After many, many months I have finally begun this again. Thanks to SweetCryaotic she finally got me off my butt and I got writing again. She helped me with the chapter so thank you so much.

Anyway, enjoy the latest chapter :)

(It may be a little short... sorry. Its only a little filler. Plus Cry needs some rest after fighting.)


"What happened last night?" Cry shook his head, his mind blank from all memories of the fight. He looked around at his surroundings to find that he was in the forest, it occurred to him that Minx and Ken must have set up a camp for them. Perhaps to protect other YouTubers…

"You don't remember, huh?" Stephan's voice came loud and clear, Cry blinked and smiled at this familiar face.

"Nope, not a single bit, sorry mate" Cry's voice was apologetic.

"Well…" Stephan started "I'll see if I can jog it a bit… "
He began telling Cry all that happened, Cry nodded at some and stared wide eyed at the idea of Markiplier's sacrifice.

"I think I can finish this" Cry whispered "Virus killed Markiplier after he jumped in Pewdie's way...and hurt me, then I blacked out" Cry sighed "I'm such a wuss"

"No you're not" Stephan insisted. "Mad was the cause of that."

"Screw Mad!" Cry snapped jumping up from the sleeping bag he had been resting in, "It's obvious that I need to be stronger. I'll go on lookout for Virus and anyone else who might've fallen under his control. I'll let you know if I see any of them. We'll fight together but I need to get in control before something like this happens again"

"That's right; make them believe in you... You'll only fail again. Then I'll have to sort your fucking mess out like last time. Poison isn't the nicest thing to have in your system" Mad snarled "You're pathetic and can't do anything "

"Shut the fuck up!" Cry yelled; he apologised to Stephan for the sudden outburst.

"It's okay Cry, remember we are here for you" Stephan smiled.


Pewdie stared into the eyes of Marzia; he was comforted by her small smile making him feel like everything was how it used to be. How things should be. But something was annoying him; something niggling in the back of his mind that he couldn't quite place. Then all the memories came flooding back. Dread filled his stomach and his hands covered his eyes as his shoulders shuddered up and down with each jagged breath.

As if she knew; Marzia reached out her hand and gave Pewdie's hand a comforting squeeze. Facing Marzia, Pewdie sighed; his ice blue eyes filled with tears.

"He shouldn't have done that" He muttered quietly.

"Who shouldn't have done what" Marzia inquired, her tone changing to a gentle stream of love.

"Mark, he killed himself for me, he died so I could live...he sacrificed himself for me. Some friend I am!" Pewdie clasped his head in his hands once more.

Marzia went quiet for a minute then quietly spoke; the world went silent as if it were waiting on her words.

"It was his decision, he obviously wanted you to live and help Cry or he wouldn't have done that for you."

She paused letting her words sink in before she started again, "Pewds please don't feel bad, he wouldn't have gone if he didn't feel it was the right time to go, but we both knew Mark well and you know that he only wanted the best for you"

Pewdie began to sob again.

"I know" he said with a heavy cry, "but I feel so bad that the only way of that happening was for him to die..."

Tears continued to pour down his cheeks, wetting the golden hair that covered part of his face, leaving trickles of despair and guilt dripping slowly onto the floor and evaporating into the still air around them.

"What do you think happened to Cry, when that happened" Marzia questioned, changing the subject. She didn't want him to suffer his guilt anymore.

"I dunno but I hope he is OK now" Pewdie said softly as he squeezed Marzia's hand.

"I better go" Marzia smiled "I thought I better check on Minx and make sure she is OK, you know what she's going through…" She shuddered as she remembered the Circuit… the one that killed Krism.

"Yeah, good luck" Pewdiepie smiled, "Yell if you need me"

She bent down and gave Pewdie a small kiss on the cheek. He blushed slightly as she wandered away.

Pewdie stood up, gave a little stretch and began to walk around the camp thinking of how well Minx and Ken had done. Suddenly he noticed a small figure sat on the rocks, he walked up and noticed it was Cry.

"Hey Cry" he smiled "What you doing here alone?"

Cry looked up and grinned "Ah, just thinking. Why what's up?"

"I have something for you" Pewdie grinned

"Huh?" Cry looked into his friend's eyes, that looked more blue than they ever had, but maybe it was the light, he shook the feeling off.

"I noticed you were struggling to cope with your destiny icon, so here" Pewdie thrust a piece of paper into Cry's hand, quietly inspecting it he noticed the legendary BroFist as a picture and the word etched beneath it simply said 'Belief'.

"But this is yours..." Cry began; Pewdie placed a hand on his shoulder making him silent once more. He grinned and laughed slightly. "With my icon by yours, my fate belongs to you now"

Cry couldn't help but smile as the tears dripped down his face. Noticing this Pewdie put his hand on Cry's shoulder.

"Don't worry about it Cry, don't worry about it"