"V, can you please stop that? I need to work."
My shoulders slumped as I slowly turned around to pout at Cry. The YouTube video I had been watching continued to play in the background, the sound of a squealing cat serving now as background noise.
"Oh come on, I've only had control of the computer for half an hour," I whined, putting on my best puppy dog face. I could see myself reflected in Cry's glasses and I had to admit it was a pretty impressive pout.
"Yes, and that is plenty of time. Come on, V, I need to get this video edited so I can upload it." The man before me frowned and scratched at the scruff on his chin. I stared at him for a few moments with narrowed eyes before huffing and sliding out of the way. Cry shot me a smile that made my insides melt before seating himself down at his desk. "Thanks, V."
I heard no more from Cry as he began the tedious process of editing his latest YouTube video. I watched him work for a moment before I became bored and instead took to playing with my hair.
I had been living with Cry for a week now. I'm not exactly sure how I ended up there, my memories from before then were a mess of confusion and panic. The only thing I remembered clearly was coming into existence, then it became just a jumble of images and fragmented words. Whatever had happened, I somehow managed to find myself before Cry, watching him as he slept. He had been quite surprised to see me, I woke him up by blaring music through his computer speakers, and even more surprised by the story I told him.
Even I found it hard to believe at times, that I could be the culminated thoughts of all of Cry's subscribers. But that is the only conclusion we could come to. How else would I know what all of his fans were thinking and doing at any given moment? Even my appearance seemed to be a jumbled mess of every person out there. My skin that was an odd cream color, with faded freckles that were just slightly too dark to be considered normal. My right eye was a bright blue green with gray towards the pupil, while my left was a reddish brown with flecks of gold. Thick hair fell to just below my shoulder blades, mainly colored brown but with a red hue to it and black and blonde highlights streaked in a way that looked both natural and unnatural. I am pretty sure there were even strands of gray and white, and blue and purple and green, if you looked close enough.
Of course, those weren't the only tip offs. The fact that I was obsessed with Cry on an unhealthy level was a big clue. I am not talking your crazed fangirl kind either. I am talking over-the-top thought-consuming obsession. It was as if I existed for the sole purpose of being near Cry, so that I could stare at him and spend every moment with him, listening to every word he said.
In the end, I guess it is a good thing that I exist only in the electronic world. Another huge hint that I am not something quite normal. I live on Cry's computer. Not only that, but I can travel to other computers and really anywhere there is internet. I even manged to end up on Cry's phone one time.
"V, what the fuck are you doing?" I was jolted out of my thoughts to find a very confused Cry gazing down at me with dark blue eyes. I blinked for a moment, confused, before realizing I was chewing on a chunk of my hair. I quickly spit it and looked away, embarrassed.
"Just thinking, I guess..." I scuffed my feet on the ground and looked determinedly anywhere but at him. Cry had set up one of his monitors to contain a little world for me, so there was a lot of things to look at. Like the grass beneath my feet, dotted with small, multicolored flowers. Or the brick wall that served as the limit to where Cry's space ended and the rest of the internet began.
"Alright..." Cry's puzzled gaze lingered on me for a second before he returned his attention to his task.
I silent stream of curses flowed through my mind as I plopped myself onto the ground. Cry knew how I felt about him, it was obvious when I first met him. And my name is V for a reason. It is short for 'Viewers', as in all the people who watch Cry. But despite these things, Cry did not give me any special treatment because of them. He never seemed to acknowledge my feelings and seemed oblivious when became flustered or shy. Sure, I was glad that he didn't seem disgusted by me, but it was sometimes frustrating when he did things that would instantly cause my face to flush red without any notice at all.
I sat down and began to pick at the grass beneath me as Cry continued his work. This was always the most boring part of the day for me, since video editing could take hours, depending on how complicated the Let's Play was. This meant that I couldn't use the internet or really do much of anything, since Cry preferred the distractions to be kept to a minimum while he worked. Sure, I understood why, editing a YouTube video for such a long time was hard enough without the added difficulties off having ADD. Should I start playing a video while he worked, Cry would almost instantly become distracted and drawn away from his work, putting it off until who-knows-when. Of course I understood, but this didn't help with my boredom. And I refused to leave Cry's computer, as I was worried that I would easily become lost among the seemingly infinite and always changing data stored on the internet.
Sighing, I let myself fall back and land on my back in the soft grass. Cry had done quite a good job with the area I was allowed to occupy, the result of a week's work and some help from Coyotemation, an animator who was a fan of Cry's. As soon as my thoughts strayed towards Coyote my mind was instantly filled with information about him. Who he was, where he was, what he was doing and thinking at this very moment, which just so happened to be sleeping since it was around midnight in Sweden, while it was only 6 pm in Florida.
I soon became entangled in Coyote's world, entranced by his current dream which consisted of killing zombies with paintball guns. I was only broken out of my reverie when Cry spoke, his voice filled with a familiar tone of triumph. "Done."
I quickly sat up, looking at Cry with surprise. Sure, I had been distracted for a while, but I hadn't been spacing out that long. Cry noticed the look I was giving him and gave me a pleased smile. "I did a lot of the editing last night while you were reading that fanfiction. You were being quiet for once so I thought I would take advantage of it and get some work done." At the mention of the fanfiction my face immediately turned a bright shade of red. The fanfiction I had been reading had actually been about Cry, although I would never admit it. However, if Cry noticed, he didn't show any signs of it, and instead turned back to his video so he could save it in the correct format so he could post the video on YouTube tomorrow.
I took the time to collect myself and try to force the heat from my face. After I thought that I had mostly succeeded, I turned my attention back to Cry. "Do you think you are going to stream tonight?" I tried to keep my voice light as I spoke, trying too hard to make myself seem casual. I am pretty sure I failed.
"Hmm, I don't know. It has been a couple of days since I streamed but tomorrow is the Late Night Stream so..." Cry trailed off, lost in thought, although I wasn't entirely sure that he was thinking about if he should stream or not. You could never tell with him, and he could just as likely be thinking about twinkies and soda machines as he could be thinking about his plans for the rest of the night. Finally, he spoke. "You know what, fuck it, I'll stream. But later, maybe at seven. Yeah, seven sounds good." As soon as he decided this he pulled up his Twitter on his phone and typed out a quick post that he would be streaming at 7, which would be in about half an hour.
After he had finished, Cry leaned back in his chair, looking around his room which was darkly lit and decorated haphazardly with various objects that ranged anywhere from video game posters to a batarang to merchandise based after his own online avatar: the Sup Guy. His gaze lingered for a moment on the Sup Guy plush that sat on the corner of his desk, just within my line of sight. Its poker face seemed to be directed towards Cry's anime boob mouse pad, looking right at the cleavage, which always amused me.
Suddenly Cry stood up, a thoughtful look upon his face as he faced forward and so he seemed to be speaking to the wall. "I'm going to get a ham sandwich." After declaring this he turned to look at me. "I'll be right back. You can have the computer for a little bit but I am going to want it back soon so I can set up for the stream. And no porn sites that will end up with viruses on my computer." And with that, he left the room, leaving me wondering if he really believed I looked up porn while he was not around. Whatever, back to my cat video.