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.
Also, I'm a bit behind on Chapter 4 due to me now having two different ways of writing it and I'm not sure which one to use. So let me know in reviews or pms of which one you would prefer. The flashbacks to continue a little longer but from Pewdie's point of view which kinda starts off where this chapter leaves off, or just jump into the present and maybe have Pewds' flash back be broken into bits as the present continues? It'll kinda make more sense when you finish reading this chappy. :3
And I'm sorry for how short this chappy is. It was actually longer but none the other points felt like a good place to stop it, so I decided to cut it short and leave the rest for Chapter 4... which now I two versions of wanting to write it. O_o
Chapter 3 - Upload and Search
Cry spent the last few minutes pacing his room in a foul mood before he realized that he needed fresh air. Being in the room of where he just learned how dire things were going wasn't doing a damn thing in calming him down. He sighed, removed his mask, tossing it onto his desk and left the house as quietly as he could. Once outside, a cooling breeze blew gently at his face and Cry inhaled deeply, almost instantly feeling better. That was what he needed, a quick walk to clear his head, otherwise he can't help the Swede. He started off on a walk, planning only to go around the block as he let his thoughts race through his mind.
Anger and fear still churned within him as he walked, thoughts of Pewdie lost and confused in Cyber Space with a malevolent virus possibly stalking him was unnerving. How could Virus do this? Dragging the blonde into a mess that was solely between themselves? Was it only because the timing was convenient or was it something more? He could've gone after any of the Late Night Crew but had targeted Pewdie for some reason. Cry furrowed his brows as he went into a light jog, letting the cool air soothe him as his mind shifted to a more questioning mindset. How was Virus able to get Pewdie anyway if Virus is only confined to Cyber Space? It should be impossible for him to kidnap anyone. The brunet sighed again and filed the questions away for later and focused on calming himself before returning to his house.
After his jog, Cry sent messages to various members of the Late Night Crew of what had happened, even though he had the feeling that Virus knew he would do that. The gamer's finger had hovered over the delete key multiple times as he was typing the message, often wondering if he should get the others involved. Half of him wanted to keep them safe so not telling them would be best; on the other hand, he was going to need help in keeping Pewdie safe so he had to tell them. Maybe they could figure out a way to get them both out once he was in and kept Virus busy. Once the messages were sent, Cry placed his famous mask back on his face and turned to the portal that waited for him. The monitor glowed innocently, allowing him to see a small window of the vast realm that lay beyond his screen, the territory of his enemy; Cyber Space. The glow and what laid beyond practically begged him to jump in and damn the consequences to explore the world of the internet.
But Cry knew better than that.
Still, he had to go in to save Pewdiepie. The masked gamer placed his hand against the screen, twitching at the tingling feel of the ripples that appeared around his palm. It moved like water but felt a little squishy like gel, yet offered little resistance as he pressed against it. Cry took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and plunged his hand into the digital portal.
/Cryaotic-EXE now uploading/
At once lines of code and glowing circuitry took to him with his acceptance of entering Cyber Space. The tiny ones and zeroes circled up his arm and spiraled around him in a translucent ribbon of green, keeping a few inches from making contact with his body. Cry felt slightly disconnected with the world around him, a sensation of floating in the air when he was obviously standing still with his feet still on the floor. He supposed that was purpose of the ribbon of code, to prepare him for transportation by disconnecting him from his original world. "Oh, this feels weird... Funny but weird." Next, were the glowing lines of circuitry traveling up his arm and leaving behind branches that sped elsewhere along his frame.
The YouTuber was at slight awe as he watched himself break down into digital data and seep into the portal little by little. He stared down at his half missing arm and shuddered slightly. "Okay, now this tops my 'Most Disturbing Things' list hands down." he muttered, grimacing at the broken digital stub of an arm. It was pretty frightening at seeing his own limb disappear before his eyes and get sucked into a computer screen. He closed his eyes at the nauseating flip of his stomach as he felt more of himself disassemble and stream away from him at much more rapid rate. His consciousness faded as the digital breakup reached his shoulders. The final pieces of data quickly fell in step with the rest and streamed into the portal; and in a flash of light Cry vanished from his room.
/Cryaotic-EXE upload complete/
Cry ran as fast as he could, calling out Pewdie's name in hopes of finding him before Virus could, but everywhere he turned or the direction he ran in, it all looked the same. Darkness stretched as far as the eye could see, making the world look like eternal night; as strands code and data streamed through the sky. Crystalline-like shards hovered in the air, gathering the streaming data within glowing spheres at various points, both in the air and platforms, to be distributed elsewhere in Cyber Space. To him it looked like rivers and flying ribbons that twisted this way and that above and below the main floor he ran on. The platforms and floors that were scattered in all ranges were transparent like colored glass; held within them were chains of binary code that moved rapidly to send commands to keep the place together. Lines of circuitry and the pulses of light that carried information and instructions back and forth between each other gave it it all a dreamy, ethereal glow. It was all that lit his way as he ran and jumped onto platforms in search of his friend. From where he ran, Cry could see towers of light, the vortexes of data that stabbed through the blanket of black that made the sky.
Its otherworldly beauty would have made him stare in awe and appealed to him more if he wasn't in such a hurry to find the kidnapped blonde. "PEWDIE!" He shouted out, leaping over another gap between a floating platform and a stretch of floor. The brunet didn't keep himself quiet, he didn't care who or what heard him besides the Swede. There wasn't a point, he was invited by the virus after all so he already knew he was there anyway. "Jesus Christ, how big is this place?" the gamer griped, ignoring the branching paths as he continued to race on. He deadpanned at the question and resisted the urge to facepalm. "Pretty fucking big considering this is the internet." He scolded himself for asking a stupid question but dropped it in favor of calling the Swedish gamer's name again. He slowed down to catch his breath, looking around in hopes of spotting Pewdie somewhere close by. "Come on, where are you buddy? Can't possibly be anywhere else in this place."
"Are you absolutely certain of that, friend?"
Cry spun around in surprise and looked around warily. Only one person scared him with his own voice from the audio corruption and god how much he hated hearing it. Leaning against the side of a pillar that had ribbons of data flowing to and from it was Virus, but was looking out into the darkness were distant vortexes stood. The masked YouTuber watched him suspiciously but noticed that the virus seemed to have this peaceful air about him. "This place holds a serene beauty, doesn't it?"
The question caught the young man off guard. So much so, he could only stare at him with a brow raised. "What?" he finally asked, confused by the situation. Since when did his viral counterpart give a damn about scenery?
Not looking away from where he stood, Virus gestured out to the horizon. Keeping his brow raised, Cry cautiously turned to look at where the virus pointed, taking in the scene. Lights streaked and flashed through the sky, making their way to the vortex that looked like a cyclone of green, blue and white ribbon, the glow of the circuitry illuminated the lower levels and distance like city lights. Though the lights and circuitry pulsed to follow a rhythm of music only they knew of, it was an amazing sight and did hold a unique tranquility all its own. Cry didn't want to admit it but Virus was right.
"Wow," The gamer breathed, watching the lights dance everywhere they went. Being caught up by the sight and keeping his guard up, Cry never noticed the proud look or soft smile that crossed Virus' face for a split second.
"Well that's enough of that," Virus pushed away from the wall, shattering the silence and snapping Cry back to reality. He turned back to him, puzzled by the changing of tones and waiting for a second for his brain to switch gears. The air around Virus was no longer peaceful but back being cold and malicious behind a fake smile. "You're not here for the backdrop anyway." He grinned at Cry, hands in the pockets of the hoodie, "Besides, you didn't answer my question... are you certain that Pewdie is here? At least close enough to where you are?"
"He better be," The brunet growled, suddenly feeling tricked and didn't want to be trapped by the virus that stood before him. He sighed at the annoyed look the copy gave him. "I know what you mean, damnit. The internet is like a giant pool, while we enter the same pool, we still come in from two different of many points since we're on opposite sides of the planet."
"Give the boy a prize." The double clapped his hands mockingly, smirking at Cry's sour reaction, "But yes, that's true, I did drag him into Cyber Space while there was a link between you two with playing a game and using Skype, but no real guarantee that he was placed here."
"Are you fucking kid-"
Virus cut him off, gesturing to the horizon again. "He could be as far as those vortexes are, probably even further than that. Or..." What Cry could see of Virus' face betrayed no expression... but it was his eyes that did. They glowed against the shadows of his hair and mask, "he could be standing right behind you..."
Cry went still at realizing the sudden presence behind him. "Wha-?!" He spun around...
*~*~*~*End Flashback*~*~*~*