Welp... This happened. Should prolly mention I tooooootally own Pewdiepie and Cry. They live in my basement and have really hot BDSM gya sex with chainsaw dildos and cactus underwear.
The last thing I remember from last night was Pewdiepie getting hit in the head with... something and me reaching out towards him while he was laying down on the ground. I regained consciousness some time later-it was still dark out so it was either not very long or a whole day-and found myself on the couch. In our house. Okay, seriously, what in the hell happened? I tried to get up but a searing pain shot up through the back of my head. I shut my eyes tight and held back a scream as I put my hand where the pain originated from. I opened my eyes and looked at my now blood covered palm. I cursed a little before I decided I needed to work through the pain to get rid of the pain.
I stood up on my good leg first, then tried the other one. The gauze must've fallen off because when I tried to put some weight on it, blood started to leak down the calf. I used the coffee table and walls as support before I finally reached the bathroom. I searched the cabinets and drawers for some bandages and cleaning stuff and found everything I needed after a while. I sat on the toilet and started to wrap my head first, then my leg. After all first aid was applied I took some painkillers and walked to the living room.
I hadn't heard anything besides me in the house so I assumed Pewds wasn't here. Just in case, I looked through the house and saw a knife with a piece of paper stabbed to the inside of our bedroom door. It read, 'Don't worry about it, Cry,' one of the things he always said to me in our co-ops. I started to shake as I read that simple phrase over and over again, definitely not in his handwriting. I dropped to my knees, dropping the knife and note still to the floor. It must've been those two dudes that jumped me at the park. As my paranoid brain kept coming up with horrible ideas of where he was and who those guys were that took him, I got up and walked to the living room and started to rapidly dial numbers on my cellphone.
I can't really remember what I said to whoever my racing mind decided to call or how much time had passed, but what seemed like moments later my doorbell rang. I opened it to see Red, Minx, Scott, Snake, Ken, and Sp00n standing in the doorway. Red ran up to me from the back of the small crowd and hugged me. I didn't really know how to respond at first, but eventually I hugged her back. We both let go and I ushered everyone inside, trying not to burst into tears. She and probably everyone else started to immediately started to question why I was so cut up and bruised and why my head was bandaged.
They all sat down on the couch and chairs and I stood in front of them. As I explained to them the situation, the girls tried not to cry and the guys remained poker-faced. Some time through my clarification of what happened, I felt tears roll down my face. When I finished I wiped them away and sat in one of the chairs before asking where Russ was. They all had no idea; when I called his cell earlier there was no answer. Everyone tried to call him up, but all got no answer. Red was the last one to try to get a hold of him, but this time he picked up. She put the call on speaker and tried to talk to him.
"Hey, Russ. We all tried to call you but you didn't pick up. You in the bathroom or something?" There was no response for a while until there was a quiet 'yeah' from the other end. "Okay, well, Pewdiepie went missing and Minx, Sp00n, Scott, Ken, Snake, Cry and me are gonna go looking for him. Can you make it to Cry's house in a few?" We all heard a sigh that sounded vaguely irritated and Red gave the phone a confused look.
"Why are you all out looking for Cry's boyfriend instead of doing something else?" I didn't really know how to respond to that, the way he said it just sounded so... Cold coming from one of my friends.
By then we all knew this conversation wasn't going to end very nicely. "Well, why aren't you helping us look for him? I thought you and Cry were best friends, but I guess if you don't want to help him at a time like this, then you're just a jerk." Red was starting to get a little bit pissed off, so I walked over to her and set a hand on her shoulder. She calmed down a little before continuing. "Cry is kinda really messed up right now, and he needs us. Now we're all going to go look for Pewdie. Are you coming with us or not?" There was only silence on the other end. I felt betrayed at the fact that someone I considered to be my best friend wasn't helping me right now when I needed him, but tried not to dwell on negative feelings at the moment.
There was a sudden sigh from the other end until Russ said, "... Good luck." in an eerie voice. He hung up a moment later. Red looked at her cell with a confused and slightly angry stare before she pocketed it. Everyone just stood around for a while, taking it all in. It was Minx who spoke up next.
"Well, are we gonna go track these fuckers down ourselves, or are we just going to sit here and feel sorry for him and Cry?" She said that with slight annoyance. Everyone in the room turned to look at her. None of us had ever heard her talk like that before. It was a moment later that we were all nodding and agreeing with her.
"So what's the plan?" said Scott. Everyone except me started talking about plans of action, and a little fighting between Jund and Snake. I smiled at their concern for me and Pewdie and started to discuss some little details that I left out. About an hour or so later we were all gathering flashlights, binoculars that I found in my closet, weapons, rope, anything that we thought would help us find Pewdiepie. The girls and Jund suggested I stay here, but of course I strongly refused. A little cracked skull wouldn't stop me from finding Pewds. A while later we all had backpacks filled with flashlights, batteries, some trail mix (we had no idea how long this would take), walkie talkies, and a shit load of different things that could be used as weapons, including my own small arsenal of pistols and handguns. We mentally prepared ourselves for this, and walked out the door.
We walked to the park where I had first gotten jumped and separated ourselves into groups. Minx and Red were paired, Scott and Snake went together (totally not my idea), and Ken, Sp00n and I were a group. We turned on the walkie talkies and pocketed some knives or guns before walking in different directions. Red and Minx looked over the park area, Jund and Snake went into the woods behind the park, and my group went in the heart of the woods. We walked along a small 'trail'-it was really just a two foot path cleared of leaves and branches-that seemed to go a long way into the middle of the woods. We had our guns at the ready and were surveying the surrounding area. Several times I almost tripped over a branch that was hidden by the fallen leaves and random litter and had to have the small group stop for a second. I was starting to regret not thinking of taking more painkillers because every step that I took started to become more and more painful.
Eventually an hour had passed and everyone checked in with the walkie talkies. No one had seen any sign of anyone being here, except some shoe prints left in the mud but none of us could tell how old they were. I was starting to worry more than I already was, but tried to push it down. We all continued to walk for several more hours, all tired and nature-dirty. Each time one of the groups checked in with absolutely nothing, I became more and more distressed. Eventually after the third check in, I found myself a nice looking tree to slide down. I sat on the ground with my knees pulled up to my chest and my face resting in my hands. I kinda just stayed in that position for a while, slowly giving up hope. A moment later I felt a hand rest on my shoulder and glanced up to see Ken. He was smiling a little and giving me a concerned and slightly comforting look. I smiled a little in return, not really meaning it. I sighed and stood back up on barely shaking legs and kept walking.
Nothing but trees, leaves, random bushes and nature was seen for the next half hour until Sp00n saw something that looked like it was glowing. I was a few feet behind them due to my pained leg but quickly caught up when I heard this, ignoring my leg pain. I pulled out the only pair of binoculars and checked to see what he was talking about. I couldn't see much besides branches and leaves this far away, so we decided to get a closer look. Ken took out his walkie talkie and told the other groups what we found. They all said that they were making their way towards our location and we waited for their arrival.
Everyone was eventually gathered around in a small circle before we all made the short walk over to whatever Sp00n saw. There was no talking; all seemed to be holding their breath in anticipation. I steeled myself and lead my small amount of 'soldiers' to a small, messed up shed. It looked really bad from the outside-rotting wood, rusty nails that were coming loose. As we made our way closer to it, it seemed more and more familiar. It took until we made it to the door of it for me to realize that this was the shed I was trapped in. I walked around the shed until I found what I was looking for. The barred window looked higher up from the outside, but that didn't stop me. I had to stand up on my toes to get a good look inside, but eventually I could see well enough.
I felt my breath catch and tears of relief come to the corners of my eyes as I saw Pewdiepie, laying in the far corner of the shed, sleeping on a coat-I recognized it as one of the dude's coats-and holding my forgotten 'sup?' hoodie close to his chest. I ran back to where the group was standing near the door and nodded. They all seemed to understand and tried to kick down the door. I ran back to the window the second they tried to break in, seeing Pewds startle awake and quickly pull out a gun. I pounded on the window, trying to get his attention. He looked my way and smiled so wide it looked like his face would fall off. He had tears streaming down his face by the time he dropped the gun and ran to the window. We both smiled at each other before we ran to the door. I saw that one of the guys-probably Snake-picked up a large branch and were currently ramming it against the door. They stopped to look at me for a moment before continuing on. Surprisingly, the door showed hardly any signs of breaking. I pushed everyone aside, apologizing a little, and took out one of the knives I brought along. I shoved it in the keyhole (thats what she said) and started to try to break the lock. It took a while, but after a few moments there was a clicking noise, followed by the doorknob falling off.
The door slowly swung open to reveal Pewdiepie, standing there with wet cheeks and an indescribable look in his eyes. I stepped forward, but quickly ran the few steps to him. I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly, and after a moment he did the same for me. He rested his head on the top of mine and breathed in deep. I buried my head in his chest and tried not to cry tears of joy. We stayed like that for a while, not wanting to ever let go but having to. He kept me close to him as we walked out of the shed. Ken and Minx walked up to him and started talking to him while I lost myself in my thoughts for a while.
'Is he still going to go with Marzia? Who were the dudes that kidnapped me anyway? Where's my phone?' So many questions raced through my mind at once, all of them having almost no clear answer. Eventually Red decided we walk back home, so we did.
Everyone was happy and laughing along the way back to Pewds and my house; I still couldn't believe that we found him. Pewdiepie was smiling and laughing at something Sp00n said, and I smiled myself a little. Pewdie walked up to the front door, unlocking it. He put his arm around my waist and led everyone inside. I walked a little ahead of him while still saying close, but stopped in my tracks when I saw Russ, casually flicking through the TV channels on the sofa.
"Hey Russ. You're a little late, we already found him. How long have you been here?" I asked.
He glanced over at me and continued to channel surf before he set down the remote and said, "About an hour, I got bored so I started to watch your TV. That cool?" I replied with a calm 'yeah' before I lead everyone to the living room. They all took a seat in the chairs around the coffee table and I sat in Pewdie's lap. We all started talking to one another but I noticed Russ not saying a word to-or even looking at-Pewds. Eventually I asked him about this, but he cut me off by asking to talk to Pewdie in the other room. Pewds looked over at me before he led Russ to the kitchen.
pewds pov
I walked to the kitchen with Russ behind me, wondering what he wanted to talk about. It was probably about earlier when I was trapped and things like that. I leaned against the counter and saw him do the same before I asked what it was he wanted to talk about. He looked at me with an apologetic look on his face when he finally spoke up.
"First things first. I know who kidnapped Cry and you. Second thing- don't get pissed at me. Okay?" He held his hands up in a bit of defeat as I looked at him with shock.
"Yeah, I know. It was Marzia. Who was the other one who was there? Why would I get pissed at you?" I became a little suspicious at this but held onto my curiosity. Russ looked at me with slight fear and apprehension before he told me.
"The other one was... Me. But before you start screaming at me, I knew Marzia was fucking psycho so I went along with her to make sure Cry made it home safe. If I didn't do what I did, she would've had one of her friends to help her out and I know she would have killed him if she had the chance. He ended up getting a deep-ass gash on his leg and I patched it up because that would've gotten infected if I didn't do anything about it. Now I get why you're pissed, you have a right to be. But there was a camera in the shed when Cry was in there; Marzia wanted to keep it so she could relive it or something sick like that. I stole a copy of it so you can show it to the cops or something. Here."
He reached into his back jeans pocket, taking out a DVD and throwing it at me. I caught it speechlessly before setting it on the countertop. I looked at the apologetic look in his eyes before punching him in the face. He stumbled back and looked down at the floor, looking truly sorry and mad at himself. I grabbed the disk again and shoved past him, walking out into the living room where everyone was looking at my obviously pissed expression. I grabbed Cry's arm and dragged him into our bedroom, ignoring his and everyone else's questions. I closed the door and let go of his arm before turning to look at him. Cry was staring at me with confusion and questions written on his face.
I threw the DVD onto the bed and pointed to it saying, "Russ gave me that. He said what's on it came from a camera that was set up in the shed." I saw his eyes widen as he listened to what I was saying. He seemed to contemplate this information before picking it up and putting it in the DVD player and pressing play on it. He grabbed my arm and sat with me on the bed as we watched what was on it.
About a half hour later the video ended and I was left in silence. Russ wasn't lying about patching up Cry's leg after all. I looked over at Cry and his now downcast face and sighed. I took his hand in mine and quietly asked if he wanted me to ask everyone to leave so he can sleep. He glanced over at me and nodded a few times before I kissed his head and walked out. Everyone was still in the living room except Russ and Scott, who were talking outside on the porch steps. I told everyone that Cry and I wanted to go to bed, it's been a long day of rescuing stolen people, all that. They all said goodnight to Cry and I before I led them to the door and walked outside to all of their cars, driving off.
I closed the door behind me and walked back to the bedroom, pulling the covers over the half asleep Cry laying down and kissing his forehead. He gave me a faint smile and pulled me down onto the bed with him, holding me close to his chest. I put my arms protectively around him and drifted off.