Cry slowly drifted back into consciousness only to be blinded by his own computer screen. He groaned, trying to blink the light out of his eyes. He slowly took his hand off the mouse.

'What am I doing at my computer?'

'Sending emails'

Cry jumped a little in his chair. So the voice wasn't just a dream, it was real. And now it's sending emails?

'I was going to try to go onto YouTube, but you seem to have some side effects from the alcohol. . . It was difficult to recall your password.'

Cry's hangover came back full swing at the mention of alcohol .

'Listen, "friend", is there any way you could possibly make this go away?'

'I tried, but it doesn't seem possible, I don't have that much control, yet. You are much higher maintenance than I initially thought. I think hunger woke you up.'

Cry's stomach confirmed this with a loud growling noise.

'Are you going to let me get up and get some food?'

'I actually got some for you right here, I recall there was a thing online saying crackers and water could help. This is my first possession though'

'Thanks man, I guess.'

Cry started feeling better about the situation after inhaling the crackers and drinking half a bottle of water. A small smile drifted across his lips as his hands started moving on their own again. Cry felt his attention snap towards the screen.

"WHAT ARE YOU SENDING TO RUSS!?"

Cry's eyes widened further as he read the massive amounts of emails being sent to Russ and Jund. His hands kept typing codes and links despite his desperate attempts to stop himself.

"Stop it! Now!"

'No. Besides, they haven't been opening them anyways.'

Cry let out a deep breath before his cellphone began ringing. Cry felt his head jerk to the side to check his caller ID. It was Russ.

'Don't you even fucking dare. . .'

A forced smirk fell upon his face as he watched his hand reach and grab the phone.

'Stop!'

He answered his phone and held it up to his ear.

"Hello?"

'Are you using my voice!? Stop it right now! This is complete bullshit!'

"Hey Cry, just wanted to check up on you, you sound a bit off. Are you ok?"

"It's ok, I'm fine."

"Really? I'm getting fuck ton of those spam emails again, are you actually sending those?"

"Well actually, I am not! I'm not! Russ you need to-"

A sharp pain rendered Cry speechless, well at least mentally.

"I'm fine, just a bad hangover"

"Oh, ok, should I send Jund to check up on you? You don't sound fine at all. . ."

"That is not necessary, friend. I can take care of myself."

"Ok, if you insist. Take it easy Cry."

"I will."

The virus ended the call and stood up abruptly knocking over the chair.

'How dare you try to take over'

If Cry wasn't in so much pain, he would have laughed.

'How dare I try to take over? What have you been doing this entire time! Get the fuck out of my head now, please!'

Cry used all of his energy to rip himself free of the virus's control and ran straight to his bathroom. His legs strained to stop and his arms shook as he looked for any medicine that would put him to sleep. He stopped however when he realized that the virus got him up while he was still asleep earlier.

'You can't win this.'

'Watch me.'

Cry slammed his head into his bathroom mirror. It shattered to pieces. He still felt resistance from the Virus so he ran into the hall ignoring the blood blocking his vision.

'I will win this'

Cry ran full force into a wall, beating his head against it repeatedly. With each hit, he felt less resistance and more control over his own body. With one last bang, Cry stumbled back slightly. His mind halted as he fell to the ground in an instant sleep.

Jund spilled his glass of water when his phone vibrated loudly on his counter startling him. He set down his glass to pick the call.

"Son of a bitch, Russ."

"Hey. . . Jund. . ."

The hesitation and worry in Russ's voice alarmed him. "Is everything alright?"

"Well, I don't know, actually. Have you gotten any more of those emails?"

"Uh, yea. In fact I was just about to call Cry, they all seem to be coming from him this time."

"Yea no need to call, I did. Cry sounds a little- . . . could you go check up on him. I have to run errands with Red today."

"Are you sure he's not hung over? He got pretty fucked last night."

"Jund, would you please just do this. I'm a little worried."

Jund let out an annoyed sigh. "Fine, but you owe me one."

"Thanks."

"Yea, whatever."

Jund hung up, walking to his room to get dressed.

After Jund had changed into comfortable clothes, he went to his computer one last time to see if any more emails had been sent. Luckily, the emails had stopped, but the sheer number was still enough to be annoying. Jund let out another annoyed sigh as he clicked the boxes on all the emails with the subject of "SCOTT JUND". It took longer than he would have liked but eventually Scott managed to get all of them.

Right when he was about to delete them, a Skype call came up. Jund stared at the screen, confused as to how he could manage to call himself on Skype. 'Must be an effect of the virus." Making a mental note of fixing his computer when he got home from Cry's, Jund declined the call. A spark of purple leaped from his mic and onto his hand. "Fuck!" Shaking his hand off, Jund turned his computer off.

'This will be the most annoying thing to fix, maybe that's why Cry is stressed' Jund thought idly as he found his keys and locked his door behind him. 'Now to see what's the deal with Cry.'

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