Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the YouTubers, Virus!Cry or Mad!Cry. YouTubers belong to themselves (I mean seriously, we can't own people, that's illegal.) Virus and Mad!Cry belong to the people that first created them in Tumblr. You rock. Image belongs to artisticalassassin from deviantArt
A/N: I'm still working on the title, if you got a suggestion, let me know in the reviews or PM me. In fact, for the reviews, if you like it you like, fine, but I do ask to have some helpful criticism to help improve my rusty ass writing skills or tips on making the chapters better for you. :3 Also I apologize in advance if any of the characters (YouTubers) are acting Out Of Character. I only know a little of their personalities and habits (Or none and just guess) on many of them. Sorry. :(
Anyway... helpful guide.
/ - anything in those is usually text from a computer
Flashbacks are italicized, unless its computer text or Virus speaking
Virus' dialogue is in italics unless in flashbacks.
Chapter One - Old Enemy
An explosion roared as debris rained from the heavens and onto the desolate streets; a dust cloud billowed and marred the sky, marking the location of where it took place. A figure leaped on top of a car, denting the roof as he looked impassively toward a destroyed storefront. He ignored the crumbling buildings of the ruined section of the city, he didn't care about the people that raced away, screaming in terror. The figure kept his focus on the storefront, waiting for a sign, a movement.
A second figure stumbled out, coughing; his green hoodie ragged, torn and dirty, same with his jeans and shoes. He coughed again, sending the first a sharp glare through the eye-holes of his slightly cracked poker faced mask as he readjusted it correctly on his face. Wind rushed through and blew the dust away, ruffling the second figure's brown hair as green electricity crackled around his forearms. The first figure's lips curved into a dark smirk behind a frighteningly similar mask, chuckling as blue electrical energy sparked and snaked around his body. "You must be joking, correct?" the figure asked, voice distorting while stepping off the car. "You're still going to defy me, Cryaotic?"
"Damn straight I am, Virus." the YouTuber hissed, the electricity on his arms whipping the air before shifting and taking the form of twin blades. "I'm not going to just sit back and let you take over my body!"
"Heh, is that right? Well, we have plenty of time to change your mind."
The gamer growled then charged forward with a battle-cry as the viral double met him halfway with swords of his own. Both swung at the same time, blades clashing and locking each other in a battle of strength. Distorted laughter left Virus' mouth as he leaned toward Cry's face and purred. "Tsk tsk, Cry... did you forget I am you? I know every move you make, you can't win." Cry cringed, suppressing the urge to shudder at hearing his own voice warp, like an audio file from one of his videos just corrupted on him. But then that's what Virus was... a collection of corrupted data. Right? The virus grinned further at seeing the YouTuber struggle against him. "Not only will I take your body, but I will take everything you have. Every. Single. Thing. After all, you and I are one and the same."
"The hell we are!"
Ignoring his outburst, Virus continued. "And I think I'll start..." the double's haunting electric blue eyes flashed brightly in excitement as his mask's jagged smile grew, glancing off to the side to a crumpled form a fair distance from them. "...with our friend over there." Cry's own blue eyes widen in horror, glancing over to his friend. Taking advantage of his distraction, the virus knocked the young man's blades aside, throwing him off balance before he slammed his palm into Cry's stomach. The virus smirked then clicked his tongue mockingly. "So easily distracted." His smirk turned into a sharp grin as electrical energy gathered to his palm. "That's going to cost you, friend."
The brunet shrieked in agony as a powerful shock coursed through his body for a few seconds before Virus backhanded him, sending him flying to the side. Cry yelped and cried out in pain as he skipped across the pavement and slid to a stop near his unconscious friend. He coughed and groaned as he struggled to prop himself up off the street, closing his eyes briefly to cope with the pain.
The gamer panted then stiffened as a pair of converse shoes stood in his field of vision, bits of circuitry shown here and there on them. Growling, Cry lifted his gaze to glare at Virus, who gazed down at him with a superior glint in his eyes. "You lose." The virus smirked and turned to glance at the unconscious figure then slid his vision back to the YouTuber, looking down at him through the corner of his eyes. "And now you get to lay there and watch me claim one of my many prizes." With that the malevolent program turned on his heel and slowly walked to his future host's defenseless friend, purposely stretching the time to further break him.
"No..." Cry growled softly, managing to get onto his hands and knees, watching his viral counterpart get closer to one of his friends. As he watched Virus hold out his hand to claim his victim, the gamer's mind flashed back to how this started.
*~*~*Flashback*~*~*
Cry laughed as he watched as Pewdiepie once again attempted to solve the maze of buzz saws, spiked balls and other various deadly traps to join him on the finish line. And failed. Horribly. The Swede made a sound mixed between a whine and a frustrated growl as the little red cat exploded like a bloody balloon, showering the stage with crimson liquid. "Pewds... should I-?" the masked gamer began then bit back a laugh as his friend cut him off with a halfhearted glare at his own computer screen.
"Nooo~! I got it." Pewdie whined through the Skype call as he once again moved the little feline across the stage. After a few narrow close calls, the blonde looked happy at finally getting to the finish line... only to be crushed by a stone fist that dropped in from a hidden spot at the last stretch of the path. The Swede groaned in frustration and dismay as he dropped his head on his desk, pouting as the American giggled uncontrollably at the event. "Not funny, Cry." he grumbled with a small smile.
"S-sorry, I couldn't help it." the brunet chuckled then took a breath to stop himself. "So.. should I go on ahead?"
Pewdie grinned and readjusted his headset, "Sure, can't leave the Bros hanging."
Cry nodded then moved his green little feline character into the next stage and the two of them proceeded to attempt the stage. Several minutes flew by as they fell into giggle fits as they tried and failed many times trying to complete the stage via jumping on top of each other, falling into the lava pit, shot at or smashed by hidden evil bro fists. As they went for another try, the red cat stopped moving and suddenly vanished with the text reading:
/Pewdiepie has left the game./
Confused by the abrupt disappearance, the masked gamer called out to his friend through their Skype Call, but only silence answered back. Did the call get dropped? He didn't hear the sound of someone leaving the call. He hovered his mouse over the Skype icon on his task bar and brought it up, raising a brow at the strangeness that showed him. Pewdie was shown to still be on call but no sound was coming from it. He figured that the game crashed on the Swede but it was unnerving to not hear his friend complain about it.
"I'm sure it's nothing big, I'll wait." Cry said, tightening the string on his mask to secure it better. He was betting that the Swedish YouTuber was complaining but had accidentally put himself on mute. It wasn't the first time it had happened. As he waited, he fiddle around in the game, making his little cat character run around and jump, ducking down in a show of him dancing as he mumbled to himself. He half wondered if Pewdie would keep his little dance up again in the video like last time, if he sent him the missing footage to him? He grinned to himself. Ah, what's the harm? Pewdie's fans would enjoy seeing his little cat dance around for several empty minutes.
After several moments of silence, Cry frowned. Shouldn't Pewdie have finished rebooting the game by now? It only takes a couple of minutes right? "Pewds?" He stopped the recording for a moment, calling to his friend through Skype once more. The window holding Bloody Trapland suddenly closed on the gamer as he clicked back onto it. "Hey! Man, I hope we don't have to start all over- what the hell?" All three of his screens then went black, making the American growl and slam his fists on his desk. "Oh, come on! Don't tell me my entire network crashed!"
/No, it hasn't./
"What?" Startled, Cry blinked at the typing that just appeared on his screen, jerking his hands away from the keyboard. Did he just type that to answer himself? No... he couldn't have, he would have noticed himself typing it. What the hell was going on? Did someone hijack his network? He frowned at the thought. 'No, I'm pretty damn sure no one got through the firewalls. The programs would've alerted me if someone had pinged me and tried anything, but nothing happened. So then... how did they hear-' The mic from his headset bumped against his mouth as if to remind him it was there. 'Oh.'
/I can tell from the look in your eyes that you're obviously confused./ Cry froze at the words on his screen. They could see him? But how?! He didn't have a webcam or anything of the sort to record or stream his face! The typing went on as if not bothered by his growing alarm. /Yes, in a way someone, or rather I, hijacked your network. I would have thought it would be much harder.. but then again it is OUR network./
"Ours?"
/Yes, ours. Did I stutter?/
Cry's head slightly tilted to the side in confusion. Just who the fuck was this to say his private network was shared?
/*sigh* Rather dense aren't you? Just who is the only one that can work the system and bypass the securities without alarming them? Other than yourself?/
The gamer frowned at the typing. He didn't like being toyed with but he couldn't help be a little curious about this. Though, he'd more in a riddle solving mood if his computer wasn't in the hands of some random punk that had the gall to fuck with him. As he quickly thought about the half assed riddle, he wished he could reach through the vastness of the world wide web and punch the fucker in the face. He couldn't think of anyone outside of his friends of the Late Night Crew but they didn't know his passwords or the like. No way it could be them. There was Pewdiepie as he once worked with computers, but even then, he didn't dare breach his friendship or trust with the American for some prank. But what about Cry himself? Well, he's awake and aware, so it couldn't be himself. Unless this was one hell of a nightmare. Mad could... if he bothered to care long enough to do any hacking but he would rather beat the computer to 'make it work' for the lulz. So that left...
He froze.
/That's right, Cryaotic... Me./