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 sticking Project: MASK xD It grew on me. 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. :(

Plus this is my first time writing a fight scene so there's gonna be some awkward and weird moments I believe, so bare with me. In fact, I'm in the middle of rewriting the fight scene because it felt too weird. But I'm giving you guys the original for now and I'll update when I finish the rewrite. ^^

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 Five - Viral Struggle

He stood in the shadows, watching as Virus spoke with Cry and looked out toward the vortexes. As they talked about them and then about the internet itself, Pewdie kept silent and felt oddly disconnected with himself. He couldn't move or speak on his own accord, he felt lightheaded as if on the verge of passing out but his body remained like a silent sentinel, just watching them. Waiting for a signal of some sort.

"...He could be standing right behind you..."

At those words, Pewdie glitched behind his best friend, watching him with haunting electric blue eyes. He saw how Cry went still at realizing the sudden presence behind him. "Wha-?!" The brunet spun around to see him and the split second when the American's eyes landed on the Swede's, Pewdie snatched at him by the collar of his green hoodie, hefting him up with ease with his new found strength. Though outwardly, the blonde didn't bat an eye at the strangled yelp of surprise that came from the slightly shorter male he had in his grasp. But within, Pewdie protested but his thoughts and consciousness felt murky at best. He huddled closer to himself, a light that shied away as the viral infection pressed against him, determined to keep its hold on him. It hurt to think, so all he did was watch through a haze.

Cry looked down at him in horror, taking in the unusual glowing eyes and the patches of electric blue circuitry that was only known to Virus. "No..." the brunet whispered in heartbreaking tone that made Pewdie flinch in shame inwardly. "Nonono...!" He shook his head frantically while looking at him, grabbing at the blonde's arm and rubbing at the patched pattern of circuitry as if hoping it would just smear and let him know it was all just some ploy Pewdie thought up to save them both.

But the circuitry remained on the skin.

"Pewds... I'm so sorry, I was too late..." Cry closed his eyes, pushing the image from his mind aside at seeing the thing of what his best friend became from him being far too slow. "He got to you first..." Pewdie stayed quiet, staring at him without so much as batting an eyelash at the harsh rubbing of his arm as though he didn't even acknowledge the feeling. Honestly, it unnerved Cry a lot, he was used to seeing his best friend be loud and expressive. Now, he was just deadly silent and expressionless.

'Don't think that, Cry...' Pewdie murmured to himself, even though he was well aware that Cry couldn't hear him. He struggled weakly against the infection, determined to aid his friend and free himself. The infection met his resistance with a punishing jolt of electricity, forcing him to stop for a minute to recover his waning strength. 'I ran into him looking for you. It's not your fault, I should've paid attention...' The blonde panted then growled softly in irritation at his haplessness; he lost a lot of energy from his initial infection and hadn't recovered fully to anything to help. All he could do was watch. For now.

"This here is Virus P3wdz." Virus introduced, walking up to the pair with an amused smirk, "Such a lovely upgrade, isn't it P3wdz?"

The Viral YouTuber remained still and quiet, still keeping Cry up off the floor before he smiled. And it was the coldest smile the Swede would ever give to anyone and Pewdie hated it. It wasn't his smile, he knew his own smile. Kind and friendly and this one just felt completely off to him and he shuddered at the chill it gave and no doubt knew how much it must've scared Cry. "It's the very best upgrade." P3wdz answered, "Come on bro, why not try it out? I promise you won't regret it." 'Lying sons of barrels!' Pewdie growled, shifting sluggishly against the infection, new fire bursting through him at the sight he was seeing, 'Come on Cry, you know damn well I would never agree to this!'

"You sonofa..." Cry growled, glaring angrily at Virus, struggling to break away from the blonde's grip and attack the virus. "You're making him say that!"

"Temper temper, Cry," Virus watched him with a smirk, "How does it feel to be about beaten by your better and your own best friend?"

'About as fun as a barrel convention on Stephano's birthday,' The Swede muttered bitterly as he pushed further against the infection before seizing up as the infection zapped him for resisting. It hurt. It really hurt fighting against the viral infection but he had to, he couldn't just give up now. 'When I get out of this, I'm going to Bro fist you so hard, you'll pop like Trapland Pewds on a bad day! THEN I'm getting the Bro Army all over your digital ass! That's nineteen million people, Virus!'

P3wdz kept the cold smirk as Cry growled and muttered something dark under his breath in answer. "What shall we do with him then Virus? You've won. Should we end his life?"

"I was hoping he'd be more clever than this... but very well." The virus sighed, looking bored and disappointed at the struggling gamer. He had hoped he did, the win would so much sweeter if Cry had at least put up a fight. But then again... no resistance meant an easier pass to jump between the virtual world and the real one. A pass he couldn't possibly ignore. The mask's mouth stretched to a devious smile. "A win is a win..."

"As you wish..." The viral Swede raised his freehand and balled it into a fist. Hovering just off to the side of where his arm is was a large digital hand the mimicked its user's movements. Pewdie thrashed more against the virus to escape and help the American and through P3wdz eyes he saw the intention in the brunet's eyes.

"Fuck you!" Cry snapped, struggling against blonde's grip then murmured a quick apology. "I'm sorry Pewds..."

The Swede flinched at the idea but braced himself. 'Oh, this is gonna hurt...' he muttered back before Cry curled his legs and shot them forward in kick against his best friend's chest but also adding a sharp jolt of electricity to release on contact. P3wdz screamed as the shock jumped into his system, clashing with his circuitry, forcing him to let go and pushing him back away from the masked brunet. Pewdie cried out silently in pain from the hit, curling up as the infection dug further in to anchor itself to his data. 'T-tusan också som skadar...'* He sighed softly as the pain receded, letting himself to rest as he felt his body shake in rage over the attack. The Swede rolled his eyes at himself. 'You had that coming, fucking dumbass...'

'Will you shut your fucking trap?!'

Pewdie jerked up, startled at hearing his own voice hiss at him before glaring back at the infection that surrounded him that made up the viral version of himself. 'You're the idiot that's attacking Cry, you deserved it!'

P3wdz chuckled, 'Sant*... my body can't help itself in attacking poor wittle Cry. The little fucker deserves the pain he's going to get.'

'Leave him alone, P3wdz!'

The viral YouTuber grinned as he pushed himself off the ground and ignored the captive Swede's ranting as he sent the brunet a sharp smile. Virus had actually looked surprised at the retaliation on his creator's part, he never thought he would lash out at his own controlled friend to free himself. He smirked behind his own broken mask; well he wanted to see Cry put up a fight and dammit all he was going to get his wish.

"Well Cryaotic, seems you do have a spark of life in you." the virus chuckled darkly, "Excellent, and here I thought I got it far too easily. A win is a win but it'll taste so much sweeter when I crush every hope you have and steal your life in front of you."

"The fuck you will!" Cry snapped, shifting to the balls of his feet and summoned his twin blades to his hands. "I'm going to shove these blades so far up your ass you'll be sucking on the tips when all of this is over!"

"Ooh, someone's sexually frustrated..." The viral being clapped his hands together before spreading his arms as if addressing to someone watching them. "You heard it here first folks! Go shippers! To your keyboards!" Virus taunted with a laugh, his mask smiling viciously as Cry tilted his head before catching on and blushed brightly from behind his own mask. "You asshat, you know damn well what I mean!"

"That you enjoy I take it up the ass? The Cryest community is so going to jump beyond fifty percent at the end of the day."

Flustered and angry, Cry growled as he charged and leaped toward Virus, bringing both blades down on him in a cross slash. But before the attack could even come close to hitting his target, P3wdz slid in front of his partner in protection, raising his arm and with it his Brofist to block the attack. "Pewds..." Cry felt slightly hurt but pushed the feeling aside as he quickly used the Brofist as a launch pad to back-flip and gain distance from them as a second fist punched at the empty space where he once was, missing him. He breathed deeply, hissing softly at himself to carelessly rush at his opponents, "You..."

"Ah, come on, Cry... did you forget about me so easily?" P3wdz sneered then feinted a hurt look. "That hurts... I thought we were bros..."

"I am to Pewds but you're not him! So shut up and let him go!" The brunet snarled, "Let him go right now or I'll..."

"Or you'll what?" The infected blonde pressed, taking a step forward as Virus figured it'll be more entertaining for him to stand back and watch the former best friends battle each other. He grinned smugly behind his broken mask, taking a leap upwards to a nearby platform to sit on and watch. Cry briefly flicked his gaze on the virus to track him then refocused on the viral Swede as the taller took another step closer, forcing the brunet to step back to keep the distance. "Come on, don't hold out on me now, Cry. What will you do if I don't go back to normal?"

"...I'll kill you."

Virus' brow shot up in surprise as P3wdz lifted his own in confusion before scoffing at the declaration. "Really?" The blonde virus laughed, "Isn't that a little extreme, bro? That you would kill me for just being a little different from how you remember me?"

"For Pewds, I'll never hurt him if I can avoid it..." Cry amended then growled, shifting more to a battle stance. "But I will kill you without much of a thought."

"Love to see you try!" The corrupted Swede sneered as he dashed forward, rearing his fist back then letting it fly toward the gamer, the BroFist following the virus' movements. Cry jumped back, just shy of missing being punched and squinted against the winds it created as it hit the floor. Seeing the opening that left the blonde open to attack the American closed the distance and swung his sword, slicing a shallow cut against the blonde's chest before firing off a kick, pushing him away and slightly off balance.

P3wdz staggered, pressing a hand to his chest as he grunted in pain. "Din lilla skit!*" The blonde hissed in rage at being struck, looking up to glare at the brunet only to widen his eyes at the next rush attack. The Swede tensed in surprise, bringing up the BroFist to block the strike then grinned as the blade bounced off, causing Cry to stumble back from the force. P3wdz quickly counter-attacked, swinging the left BroFist at the masked gamer in hopes of catching him off guard. Cry sucked in his breath sharply, recovering from the recoil but knew he wasn't fast enough to dodge. Instead he canceled one sword and gripped the remaining one tightly; bringing it up to prevent the strike from hitting him completely. Fist and sword collided, Cry grunted in pain as the aftershock of the hit shook through him.

The blonde bore the artificial fist against the blade, trying to break through the guard, smirking as the brunet threw up his other hand against the flat of the sword and pushed back, growling at him. The infected chuckled coldly, his smirk still on his face as he wiggled his fingers from his free hand in a mock hello. Cry glared at him before widening his eyes a little then gritted his teeth as he made a frustrated sound at the hint. The viral YouTuber swung his free fist at Cry, laughing as the brunet re-summoned his other blade and threw it up in defense, catching the second BroFist in time to block the attack, but not without the brunet feeling the recoil jarring his body. Cry let out a soft, pained sound at the attack, his arm nearly buckling under the force and panted. Now that they were locked in a battle of strength, the gamer glared at up at the infection that had the gall to wear his best friend's face.

Virus laughed as he sat on the platform, watching the two struggle with interest; grinning to himself as the data scrolled at high speed through his eyes. It was a habit of his, to study what puzzled or interested him. Never know when that data could come in handy. "Well now, there seems to be an impasse. Though it seems Cry is going to wear out before you do, P3wdz. Boring isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is..." The infect blonde agreed, grinning at Cry as they stayed locked in their stalemate. "I'm going to have to do something about that."

Cry honestly didn't like how they were mocking him. He didn't like the fact P3wdz wasn't at all phased that they were squaring off and being somewhat equal in strength as it is. What was he planning? The brunet scoffed, huffing softly in pain and exertion as he struggled to keep the fists from crushing him. "Okay, I'll bite... what exactly are you going to do? You can't hit me, not without breaking our deadlock."

P3wdz's grin sharpened, "Oh, nothing very much... just this." He remarked casually as he planted one foot on Cry's chest, having to lean back slightly, yet the deadlock remained as if he didn't move. For his part, the brunet YouTuber was surprised that despite the awkward stance, the viral version of the blonde Swede kept his strength steady, still trying to crush Cry between the two BroFists. Still he was suspicious. He dropped his vision slightly to look at the lone leg that kept the Swede upright, planted firmly on the floor. If he could move fast enough...he could drop to the floor and not only breaking the deadlock but also have a chance to sweep the leg and topple his friend over. If he could do that, he could end the fight early, knock him out and figure out a way to remove the infection...

"Överraskning jävel!*" P3wdz laughed as his grin turned wicked, he dug his foot on the brunet's chest and pushed his supportive leg off the floor, curling it close to him as he remained suspended in the air for a few seconds. Cry only managed a soft, "Oh shit!" before the blonde fired off a kick, slamming the sole of his shoe against the white mask, cracking it and sending the American flying backwards from the force of the blow. The infected Swede had used the kick to back flip onto his feet and raced after Cry, laughing as he launched himself skyward and allowed himself to fall in an arc, following the tumbling body's movement.

Cry grunted and cried out as he tumbled along, glad that the mask held out when it did. If anything, it saved him from dying from a broken face. His twin blades had fizzled out on him the minute he went soaring, which he was particularly happy for as he landed in a bruised heap on the crystalline floor; it wouldn't have been pretty if he had them and landed wrong. He shuddered in pain as he gently touched the mask as if touching his face before tensing up. Something was coming. He didn't question it, he simply staggered to his feet and leaped back, jolting in shock as P3wdz landed in front of him again, the BroFist smashing through the floor and the aftershock that pushed the brunet further away. He landed a little roughly, rolled up to his feet yet again and summoned one of his swords, keeping one hand to steady himself in his crouch. He huffed to catch his breath and recover as his system worked to stave off deletion while he glanced at the hole in the glass like floor. P3wdz had punch right through it and had disappeared.

The masked YouTuber scanned the battlefield, periodically looking down through the colored glass then glancing up at the sky. It was getting really difficult for him to check everywhere, he half wished he wasn't alone in this fight but he knew the others got his message. He rose to his feet, walking backwards slowly as he kept scanning for the blonde. Where was he? 'Come on, damnit... where are you?' Cry thought then stiffened, his instincts screaming at him to move. He glanced downwards in time to see the viral blonde rocketing towards him with his BroFist extended to hit him. The brunet squeaked and spun on his heel. Not only he manage to avoid the attack mostly, was he still grazed by it but followed up with a counter spin kick to the viral gamer's exposed side; as well as letting go of a quick charge of electricity. P3wdz cried out in shock as the kick knocked him completely out of his attack, tumbling out his flight and stumbled awkwardly on his feet.

He was completely off balance between the shock of the energy and the pain in his side, the blonde couldn't regain his stance. Cry didn't let him either, he jumped over the hole and pressed his attack, swinging both blades to bat at the taller man, who managed to at least bring up his arms to protect his head and face. That was fine with the YouTuber, he wasn't aiming that high anyway. Instead he used the opportunity to cause as much damage to his arms and legs as possible with cuts and bruises. Cry continued to push him back, kept him off balance before finally dropping to his hands and knees and swung one leg out, sweeping the Swede's legs right out from under him, toppling him over to crash against the floor hard on his back. "I've beaten you! So let Pewdie go now!" The American snapped as he jumped at the Swede, punching at him with half strength to force the infection out.

"I am Pewdie, you idiot!" P3wdz snarled, flailing in attempts to throw the small brunet off before rolling them over and began swinging his own fists at him. Only he couldn't use the BroFists; Cry was far too close to him to even use them effectively. So he used his longer limbs to pin the masked man below him and punched harshly, trying to pressure him to give up.

"The hell you are!" Cry yelled back as he fought the blows, slamming his fists against the other's sides and grinding his knuckles against the ribs before kicking off the floor to roll them over yet again and continued the punishing blows. All the while taking very good care to not cause too much harm to the blonde. He didn't want to hurt Pewdie but he was really being limited in his options.

Virus watched it all, sucking energy through straw like it was a soft drink, made from the several stolen bytes of data from the Data Stream above him. He snickered, biting the straw as he smiled and winked as if again addressing to someone watching them all. "Hey look haha... rough sex PewdieCry! You know what to do! To your keyboards, you sex-starved shippers! Go! Be free!"

"Shut up Virus!" Cry yelled at him, still punching the viral gamer beneath him, "What the hell is wrong with you?! Will you let go of Pew-" He grumbled in irritation as P3wdz' hand was pressed against his mask, pushing it enough to turn it askew on the man's face; then the other hand was shoved against his mouth in effort to push him off. He bit down on the flesh between the thumb and index finger, earning a yelp. "Don't touch me."

"Hey, watch it now Cry," Virus continued to tease his creator, "We want it to keep PG 13 here. Or... do you like rough foreplay?" He laughed loudly, one arm clutching his sides as he laughed, the other still holding onto his fast food like cup. He tensed as he felt a surge of energy rushed to and passed him, barely brushing his outstretched fist. He looked at his cup and blinked. The bladed energy had sliced off the top of the paper-ish container as well as cutting the straw in half. Virus scowled at the destroyed cup as energy leaked out in a steady flow. "Well that's unsportsmanlike. You spilled my drink." He glared down at him, seeing Cry put away his blade and punched at P3wdz without looking.

"Can it, Virus! I've beaten him, now for the last time. Let Pewdiepie go. Now."

"Nah, I like this show, its pretty entertaining. Besides P3wdz is still alive and conscious. You can't say he's beaten if he's still fighting you."

"Goddamn-guh!" The brunet wheezed as P3wdz had had enough, curled one leg under Cry's chest and kicked hard, ramming his shoe against the American's stomach; forcing Cry's breath out of his lungs in a rush and shoving him completely off. Cry stumbled back, wrapping his arms around his stomach in effort to suppress the pain before falling to knees and went into a coughing fit, resting his forehead on the cool glass floor. The infected Swede sat up, two or three bruises dotted his face and though he couldn't see them, he felt the others forming on his frame. He didn't think Cry had it in him to give that much damage, considering he had his best friend's body. And frankly, P3wdz was not at all happy at the fact Cry was able to inflict a lot of damage on him.

He growled, rubbed the back of his wrist against the corner of his mouth and glanced at it. Energy smeared his skin and muttered angrily to himself as he probed his tongue against the corner of his mouth, wincing at the tiny cut there. He tasted the energy seeping and spat it at the ground next to him. "Alright bro, I'm getting sick of your shit." he huffed, partly out of breath as he shifted to get to his feet. "We had our fun... Now, I'm going to kill you."

Cry opened his eyes, still wheezy as he sucked in air to feed his lungs then chuckled breathlessly as he fixed his mask. "Love to see you try." he shot back as he stood shakily only to cry out as the corrupted Swedish gamer charged and struck the brunet's stomach with his knee and drove his elbow into his back, creating a vice like grip of pain to shoot through Cry's body at the double impact. The blonde grinned as he hopped back a little and lashed out with a spin kick of his own, his heel hitting the side of the American's head and threw him to the floor in a heap. He mocked him as the YouTuber lay broken in a daze.

"Aww... you didn't see it." P3wdz sneered before shrugging. "Oh well, you won't be seeing much after this." He turned and leaped upwards, parkouring up a small flight of colored platforms to gain height. He checked to see how his victim was faring. Still lying there in a mess.

Dark spots danced at the edge of Cry's vision, the kick had been powerful enough to knock him unconscious for a minute. 'Where..?' He looked up at seeing the blonde leap up a few of the binary code platforms. Oh this was going to hurt, he knew it but shit, pain was better than death right now. He summoned his twin blades to his hands, gripping them tightly when the blonde had his back turned. Painfully and carefully he curled his legs to him, flinching as one of his knees popped in protest to the movements. "I hear you..." He whispered, keeping his eyes on the corrupted Swede. He sighed softly as his system worked and soothed his headache, not by much but then it was busy trying to repair the damages he sustained to do much else as he waited.

P3wdz leaned over his perch, judging the distance before he dived off the platform, gathering speed to add more force to his attack. He was grinning as he raced toward the prone body below him, just another few seconds and nothing will be stopping his BroFist. His confidence quickly gave way to alarm as he watched Cry leap up to his feet and glared at him briefly from the corner of his eye. The brunet quickly put on a burst of speed, twirling as if in a dance; both blades in hand and using his momentum to send a flurry of energy blades toward the blonde. P3wdz flailed in panic before extending his right fist forward and summoning the giant glossy fist to fend off the blades and hope he could still crush him. The energy blades and the fist collided, resulting in an explosion to ward off the viral Swede's attack as well unleash a blinding flash. The blonde yelled out in shock, using his free arm to cover his eyes and to further add to his fear, Cry's blades had disrupted the energy of the BroFist, causing it to flicker. "Åh nej!*" The BroFist dissipated, his guard dropping from sheer horror which left him wide open for the rest of the blades.

Cry's leg and knee buckled from exertion, causing him to collapse and disrupt his own attack. He glanced up as P3wdz howled in pain as a chain of explosions went off around him, battering him back and forth like a pinball before sending him spiraling through the air like a broken pinwheel. "Pewds..." the gamer whispered hoarsely as he watched and flinched as the blonde crashed through a couple of the colorful glass-like platforms on his way down before he hit and rolled off a few more, finally hitting to the ground with a dull thud. Did he overdo it? Cry sucked in his breath sharply at the thought that he went too far and killed his own best friend.

Virus had long since chucked the useless cup aside and leaned forward on his own perch, watching the break in the fight with concern. Was P3wdz really out? Was Cry that strong enough to stop him? The program gritted his teeth. Impossible, he shouldn't have defeated P3wdz that easily. There was just no way. He kept silent as he watched on.

The brunet gamer staggered to his feet and limped toward the fallen figure, terror and concern rising each second that passed and the body didn't move. He covered half the distance before he froze, watching both in relief and caution as the blonde shifted his limbs.

'Please let it be Pewds... please..'

"You little fucking asshole..." The Swede's cold voice bit out as he lifted himself onto his hands and knees; glaring at the masked YouTuber with eyes glowing with fury.

'Ffffuuuckkk.' Cry hissed his breath out between his teeth, frustrated and tired from the fight. There was no way he could keep this up. "You know, I was going to kill you quickly and get it over with, but now? Now, I want to break you before I kill you. I don't think Virus would mind the wait.."P3wdz spat as he stalked toward Cry, one arm hanging limply at his side. It wasn't at all broken, but it was banged up enough to render it limited for now. The viral blonde would have to wait until it recovered to be of any use to him. The brunet growled, shifting to his battle stance but favored one leg, having it lightly touch the floor, waiting. Until he noticed something. The blonde was in worse shape than he let on. P3wdz hadn't recovered fully from his last attack, giving Cry enough hope that the battle would end soon. Ignoring his protesting limbs, he charged his blade and lashed out, releasing yet another energy blast, his own electricity mixed in to paralyze his opponent as the taller man tried to dodge. He panted, trying to gather his strength as he winced at hearing P3wdz' shriek at feeling the electronic energy jolting his system yet again, paralyzing him for a short bit, forcing him to drop to one knee.

"You know, I'm really getting tired of you harming my body." The blonde hissed acidly, gathering and using his own electrical energy to disperse Cry's. He looked up to see the YouTuber charge at him for another rush attack. At the same time, he felt the true Swede rebel against the infection, ranting at him about his words.

'That's my body!' Pewdie snapped at.. himself? He didn't know what to call it, but perhaps 'himself' wasn't a good answer, he wouldn't do this to his friends at all if he could help it. No, it wasn't himself but whatever the hell it wants to call itself was just a pain in the ass. That much he knew for certain. He heard the viral data chuckle darkly at him.

'So you admit to consciously attacking your best friend? Wow, didn't think you hated him that much. Such a surprise really.'

'You know damn well I would never hurt him on purpose! You're controlling my body to hurt him!'

'You did say it was your body...' P3wdz pointed out with a smirk showing in his tone, 'Which means you're literally trying to kill Cry.'

'No I'm not! You're doing it!'

'So its my body then?'

'No its not! Its mine!'

'So you're attacking, Cry? Alright, if you say so.'

'SLUTA!*' Pewdie shrieked, flailing against the infection that laughed at him. 'Stop trying to confuse me! You might be controlling me now but I swear on the name of the Bro Army, I'm gonna be free and kick your ass then Virus' for this shit!'

P3wdz laughed, 'Oh, that's just cute. That would be amusing but you see...' Pewdie cried out as the infection dug further in and shocked him, weakened him enough to cause the little light to flicker. He laughed at the Swede's pain, 'You can't. You have no control... but I do. And now that I think about it... haha... you gave me a perfect way to beat him. Thank you ever so much for your cooperation.'

Pewdie narrowed his eyes in thought as he panted against the pain. What did he mean by that? He quickly thought back to the argument then gasped. Oh no...

'NO! Don't do it! Please!'

P3wdz ignored the screaming voice, opting inside to look like he faltered a bit as if the shock did more than what it actually did. He hid his sharp smile and did nothing but to weakly bring up his arms in feeble attempt to defend himself and did nothing to stop the gamer's charge. Instead he closed his eyes and...

"C-c-cry...?"

Translations: (Google Translate)

T-tusan också som skadar... = D-damn that hurt
Sant = True
Din lilla skit - You little shit
Överraskning jävel - Surprise motherfucker
Åh nej! - Oh no!
Sluta - Stop