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.

-_- And apparently I can't do the .EXE without FanFiction flipping its shit. So I may go with either a comma to replace the dot or ... or just a dash, whichever you guys prefer. Let me know. :)

Chapter Two - Viral Intentions

The typing burst into bits of code, swirled on the black screen and reformed into that of a mirror image of the gamer. Brown hair, green hoodie and a white mask that sat snug on the image's face. An exact replica of Cry with a few key differences in appearance. Cry's hands curled into fists as he glared at the screen, gritting his teeth at the return of Virus, who watched him on his screen. Not good... not good. Even he prayed it was just a nightmare, the gamer decided to see if this was real. "Shouldn't you be dead?" he asked the image, not bothering to hide his irritation.

"Deleted." Virus corrected, staring at the young man with eyes of a much lighter shade of blue compared to the human's normal hue, "To you I should be, considering how I was deleted." He closed his eyes in remembrance as he lightly fingered the jagged edge of where his right eye should be covered by the mask. Instead that portion of the mask was missing; small fine cracks webbing from the edge and the jagged line for a mouth almost seemed to stretch just a tad. Then Virus' eyes opened and narrowed them at Cry. "And I appreciate it if you could tell our dear friend, Snake, to not shoot me in the face next time. Deletion may just be an inconvenience for me, but being shot in the face isn't a thrilling experience."

"If it was that much of a pain, then why didn't you just stay deleted?" Cry grumbled under his breath, propping his cheek on his fist, glad for something to focus on other than his unease at the digital copy's presence. He still couldn't get used to hearing his own voice speaking to him in a warped sound and tone. Creeped him the fuck out every time he heard him.

"Silly boy, I'm a virus. It should be obvious that you can't delete a virus so easily. Kill one, another appears."

"And a pain in the ass that is." the American muttered as he thought of ways to get rid of the virus and continue the rest of his day in peace. Or whatever amount of peace he could get. Wonder if any of the Late Night Crew were awake at this hour?

"All the more pleasing to me." He grinned behind his broken mask. "But enough idle chatter... I have something of yours that I know you would want back very eagerly."

Cry rose a brow to that declaration then glanced at the tower of his computer. What exactly could be in there that he wouldn't want to lose so much? Games? Music? Video files? His recent recordings? He sighed, eyes flicking back to his digital duplicate. "My recordings? As annoying as it would be to lose those, I can re-record them just as easily-"

"No, not those."

The YouTuber blinked, "Huh?" That wasn't it? What else could he have..? He narrowed his eyes as he focused on Virus' face. He had a look of seriousness but the glint in his eye, the glow they gave out as a smug grin formed. Last time, Cry learned that the virus' eyes often glowed whenever he was excited, upset, was up to something, or made them glow at will to intimidate others. A gut feeling warned Cry that the program was up to something... and it wasn't his usual tricks either. There was something more... dangerous about him now.

"Its not the recordings... or anything in you precious hard drive. Data is easily replaced, I know that far better than you or any of your damn Crew." Virus replied, his smirk turning devious and allowed himself a chuckle. "No, its something much more important. Or should I say 'someone'? Oh the things you learn in cyber space."

The gamer stiffed at the wording and tone, thoughts racing in trying to figure out what he meant. 'What could he possibly mean by that?! Who does he have?! HOW could he have gotten them! There's no way he could...' He paused then sighed, relaxing himself, his breath a little shaky as he ran a hand through his messy hair. It was a bluff, a tactic to shake him up and force him to make a deal with the program. But everyone was safe and sound, away from the realm of cyber space. "Aha, nice try, Virus, but there's no way you can get anyone." The brunet said, tapping his fingers on the desk, "The only way you could get anyone is if we slipped on the virtual reality helmets. And we're not keen in doing THAT again." He smiled in victory at seeing through the program's lie and shot him the smile to get him to confess that he was lying.

But Virus' smirk didn't falter.

Instead, he merely lifted his arm and pointed toward the left most screen of Cry's set up. A window bloomed from the tip of his index finger and went into full screen mode, playing a video file. Cry stiffened and sucked in his breath sharply as he stared at it.

On it showed Pewdiepie scowling at his computer, clicking on his mouse on several things. 'Was that when we were playing Bloody Trapland but had crashed on him?' Cry stayed silent as he watched as the Swede sigh in frustration, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair and knocking the headset to hang around his neck. He then gave the screen a withering glare and flipped it off seconds before looking startled and jumping to his feet, hands slamming down on the desk. He shook visibly, swearing at what had scared him in his native tongue. It then quickly escalated to his famous high pitched shriek of fear as a hand shot out of the screen before him and gripped his forearm tightly. He babbled incoherently as he pulled at his arm wildly, trying to break the grip and escape.

Cry pulled his lips back in a snarl as he watched in silent rage as the blonde continued to struggle to free himself. He had never seen his friend shake and tremble in absolute fear before and he loathed the look in the Swede's eyes. He was far too bright and happy go lucky to have that instilled onto him. The struggle only lasted a few minutes before electricity sparked and gathered around the hand that stayed clamped around the blonde's wrist which apparently Pewdie didn't notice, too preoccupied with swearing and trying to free himself to see it. After a few seconds, the energy was released and the Swede's famous scream of terror instantly switched to a shriek of pain as the electrical shock coursed through his body. The shock stopped and Pewdie's bright eyes dulled, indicating he had passed out as his knees buckled and he collapsed onto his chair. The hand tugged at his arm and the gamer fell forward onto his desk with a thud, a groan of pain escaping past his lips. The hand held him a moment longer then quickly swiped open a window in mid-air, typing in a command.

/Pewdiepie-EXE now uploading/

The hand then grabbed onto the unconscious man's wrist again if only for a moment, just long enough to allow a series of glowing lines of digital code to spread out along the body. The hand let go and pulled back into the screen and Cry watched in horror as the lines of code swirled around the Swede's body then slither its way into the screen. He then noticed that Pewdie was beginning to look less solid, fading away along with the code as he was uploaded until he completely vanished.

/Pewdiepie-EXE upload complete/

The video ended abruptly as a fist smashed against the LCD screen, cracks webbing from the center and the monitor flickered before failing to display anything. Cry breathed harshly, his fist still pressed to the broken screen, his eyes unfocused on the object in front him, instead his vision kept replaying the same scene over and over. Pewdie, his best friend, screaming in terror then pain, the sight of him being electrocuted then disappearing. All while, he was sitting in his room, playing Bloody Trapland, completely unaware of his friend's plight. The rage he felt bubbled and churned within him, he simply tightened his fists.

Virus simply whistled at the display of emotion he was seeing within the calm and mostly laid back gamer. "Ooh... someone's mad." His tone, though distorted by the audio corruption that made his voice, was that of teasing, and didn't flinch in the slightest when the brunet snapped his head toward the center monitor where the virus was. "Was that really a necessary action? You'll have to replace that, you know."

"Don't start with me, Virus." Cry spat, turning fully to face the program and ignoring the pain that was pulsing in his fist. He didn't give a shit about the monitor. "That had better be a fucking prank!"

"If it was, dear Cry, then you destroyed an expensive piece of equipment for nothing." the virus returned coolly, still holding the smirk, "You didn't honestly think I'd be here wasting my time just to tease you with some half-ass PhotoShopped video just to have you smash a monitor?"

"Then..?"

"It's very much real, Cryaotic." Virus leaned forward, a look of seriousness replacing his smirk, "This isn't some joke to merely scare you for shits and giggles. I have Pewdiepie and he's in good health, I assure you... For now."

Cry shot up from his chair and glowered down at the computer screen that displayed his digital counterpart, visibly shaking. It took everything he had to not just slam his fist into the screen in an attempt to punch the viral program. The YouTuber shoved his anger aside and thought quickly. 'This is beyond bad, if Virus is telling the truth and he has Pewds... there's no telling what he could do to him!' Cry glared at the display, gritting his teeth, 'That's exactly what he wants... to give myself up for Pewds but then there's no telling what would really happen anyway. In fact, this could still be just bluff to get to me.' "How exactly do I know you're telling the truth? You could be saying all of this just to get me to surrender, Virus. How do I know you really have Pewds?"

Virus only smiled, flicking his wrist to the right most monitor. "Try not destroying the screen this time. You don't have the money to replace them at this rate." Another window popped open, playing another video. The gamer growled and made to turn away and ignore the file until his eyes caught the letters 'LIVE FEED' displayed on the file's title bar. His eyes widen and watched as it showed the Swede sleeping on a translucent floor, lines of digital code sped across the floor, faint in sight but still there nonetheless. Along with those, were lines of circuitry, glowing softly and pulsed small lights that zipped along the lines tracing random designs on the floor. The blonde groaned as his eyes fluttered open, laying still as his brain went through a system's check, making sure that everything was working properly.

The brunet gamer let out a sigh of relief as Pewdie's eyes went from dull to bright as he became more aware of himself. The Swedish YouTuber groaned again as he tested each of his limbs then pulled himself to his hand and knees, the other hand pressed to his head. After a few minutes, Pewdie climbed unsteadily to his feet, looking around in confusion and wariness. He seemed to mumble something then began to wander off screen. Then the video feed ended.

"That doesn't prove anything, y'know." Cry answered, feeling relief flood through at seeing his friend was fine. Though he prayed it wasn't real.

"Then don't do anything about it if you're that confident I'm lying." Virus challenged, snapping his fingers at the window on screen, causing it to disappear. In its place the entire monitor glowed softly, showing the same kind of area Pewdie was held, same dark background and floor.

Cry went ridged at the thought, eyes wide. Would he really take that chance? Risk losing a very good friend to Virus because he refused to take it seriously? Would he abandon Pewdie for the sake calling a bluff? The gamer flinched at seeing his counterpart to stare at him through his visible eye, seeing the devious glint and the cold smirk he knew was hiding behind the broken mask. His confidence in thinking it was all a big lie wavered and faltered at the idea that he could very well leave the blonde to whatever horrors the viral copy could have in store. Cry inwardly swore at the situation, glaring darkly in nothing in particular. 'Shit, he had me from the get go. This is what he wants and I played right into it.'

"Where does that portal lead to?" he asked, jerking his thumb to the glowing right computer screen. He touched it lightly as curiosity got the better of him for a moment, watching the screen ripple under his finger tip before he pulled his hand away.

"Cyber Space, genius. Same place where Pewdiepie is, of course IF you believe that." the virus replied with a casual shrug, "But if you do believe me, then you remember exactly what I want, right?"

"Yes, as creepy and unnerving as that is. But you do remember that I don't plan on just rolling over for you."

"You already are, friend. Don't worry, I didn't forget you're a fighter, but that's fine. I prefer giving you a sporting chance."

"This isn't a game."

"I never said it was, Cryaotic. The stakes are high, a life hangs in the balance... and we're playing for keeps." The virus grinned icily, "I'll leave you to your thoughts... but don't take too long on deciding. Poor Pewds may come across a nasty infection." He didn't laugh or chuckle, just kept that cold smile and vanished in a burst of data, returning the control of the network to Cry and leaving him alone in the darkness of his room.

Cry growled and slammed his fist against his desk, blinking back tears as he bared his teeth behind his own mask. "Pewds... You really crossed the line with me, Virus..."