*Pewdie's POV*
Cry must've been feeling much better in morning, because he was up earlier than anyone else. He looked a lot better, too; the color returned to his pale cheeks, and the dark circles under his eyes were gone.
"How are you feeling today, Cry?," Gonzales asked, placing a hand on Cry's back. Cry looked up from the book he was reading. "So much better," he answered. "I just took my temperature, and it's back to normal." Stephano strolled over, and placed a hand on his forehead. "That it has, my friend," he said with a smile. "I knew yeu'd get better."
{Name} went to the fridge, and pulled out a bottle of water. He/She brought it back over to Cry, and handed it to him. "Drink up, Cry," he/she said. "It'll make the headache go down." Cry unscrewed the cap, and had a sip.
When he had finished most of it, he put the cap back on, and gave {Name} a grin. "Thanks, {Name}," he said, blushing a little bit. He/She smiled. "You're welcome, Cry," {Name} said. Piggeh looked out the window of the apartment. "It's a nice day out," he said. "Why don't we go out for some fresh air? That'll help your headache go down, too." Mayo smirked. "Some fresh air for Cry's poor head," he joked. Piggeh smiled.
"Let me just wake up Mr. Chair, and we'll be good to go," he said. So after getting up Mr. Chair, we headed out onto the street. It really was a nice day; the sun was shining, and it was nice and warm out. Luckily, there was a nice, cooling breeze every few minutes to keep us going. Cry seemed to be taking in the nice clear, city air get to his head, and clear his mind.
We stopped at the fountain at the middle of the city. It was the same place the bros and I had reunited with each each other after I had gone home. We sat on the edge of the fountain, and sighed happily as little drops of water landed on our backs.
We were lazing around for only about ten minutes before someone across the street seemed to be looking at us. It was a man who looked awfully familiar, so I stared back. A few times, I squinted, just to see if I could tell exactly who it was. I couldn't though.
That's when he crossed the street, and came up to us. And he did look extremely familiar. He had shaggy black hair, and navy blue eyes that were very piercing and could probably see right through anyone. He wore a fur-line sweater, dark blue jeans, and black sneakers. Perched on top of his head were a pair or dark sunglasses. His expression was shady, but he seemed to be acting very harmless, which made me sketchy.
He stopped walking at the fountain, shifted his weight onto his left leg, and crossed his arms. "You're the BroArmy, now, aren't you?," he said kindly. I nodded. "Of course we are," I answered. The man got out of his tense position, and relaxed, a gently smile crossing his face. "Ah, yes, yes," he said. "I've been trying to catch up to you so I could tell you something. Something rather important."
He looked away for a second, took a few steps closer, and snapped his head back up. His friendly expression was completely erased, and replaced with a smirk...a very evil one.
"I'm back," he purred.