Title: Behind the Mask

Summary: Pewdie was sick of being the perfect person that he "apparently was." No one ever understood his feelings, not even Marzia or his parents. No one did. He hated the mask he hid himself under. Except maybe him. Maybe Cry did just a little. PEWDIECRY Warnings: Mad!Pewds, depression, slash

"Let's end here Russ. I'm beat. Thanks for watching the stream guys. See ya at the next Late Night stream."

Cry logged himself off the stream, ignoring the stream of comments that were pooling in. His eyes were worn out and he felt the dark circles creep underneath them. He rubbed the corners, and let out a long, drawn out yawn. A small smile was creased on his lips that felt dry and chapped against the night wind that left shivers across his blanket covered body. He really wanted to sleep now underneath his duvet and dream of nothing, but warm thoughts. Maybe tomorrow, he'll play a bit more GTA and even stream it if he has the energy. Though, he wouldn't lie. Late Night streams really wear out his body. He wondered how he managed to survive until four in the morning.

He pulled up a window of Youtube and strolled through the stream of comments on his last Vampire Masquerade video, that were mostly commenting on how lovely Cry's voice and how they think he was so humorous. He didn't feel any more happiness or rays of positivity whenever he read those type of comments, but at least he knew his viewers were watching and enjoying the video. That was good enough for him. He had no right to complain. The game was really fun playing as the stripper vampire who's underwear is visible in the third point view and does task that involves moving around the city and killing people. And god did Cry enjoy the thrill of watching someone die in front of his eyes. He wanted to be the last one they thought of, the last one they looked in the eyes.

Okay Cry. It's late. Go to sleep. You're fucking tired and acting like a psycho.

Cry quickly peeked onto his subscriptions, mostly filled with the gamers he played with uploading another part of whatever game they were playing. His eyes widened slightly as he looked above Pewdie's blank thumbnail which read, PewDiePie has opened a stream. He quickly joined in the stream and it seemed that it had just started, from the way Pewdie was idly looking at the webcam, grinning from ear to ear, a sparkle in his blue eyes. He looked happier than usual and less distant. He could see the focus and intent on spilling whatever was quivering on the Swedish's lips. Or maybe he was looking way too carefully. God, he didn't know what was right or wrong. His vision was blurry and his arms felt like limp pasta. He wanted to sleep.

But, Cry was curious to see the stream and sure was millions of other people that overloaded the comment section every minute.

How's it going Bros?

Cry waved, giggling slightly to himself, as if he was actually playing video games with Pewdie like back in the days. This is where he would introduce himself, usually mocking Pewdie's intro that would bring a pout on the Swedish's face.

My name is Pewdiepie. I have something to show you Bros. But first, I want to say a few words.

Cry blinked, slightly surprised. If he wanted to just announce something, he usually would post a short video log to explain the announcement, not air an entire Youtube stream. He leaned closer to the screen, soaking Pewdie in his vision. He felt slightly jumpy and excited, just to hear the next words that were going to come out of Pewdie's mouth.

First of all. I want to thank all of you guys for subscribing whenever it was two years ago or just today. You guys have been so supportive. I appreciate all the hype on me. I don't deserve it. I really don't. I really can't handle it to be honest. How could so many people like me? This...

He noticed a quick frown that curved on the corners of Pewds' lips, before it was instantly replaced with a normal smile, the one he usually smiled with whenever he was on webcam. Unlike the grin and sparkle in his eyes at the beginning of the stream. It was so unusual, so frightening almost. Maybe something was bothering Pewdie and he couldn't talk about it at home or he wasn't keen to expressing his feelings well. It was understandable. He struggled with letting his emotions out and preferred to hide underneath the mask persona he built for himself. Though, he knew it wasn't the same for Pewdie in the same sense that he was basically a celebrity, a well known and cheerful Youtuber that took the Internet over within a short amount of time.

He hoped he was tired. But, he couldn't ignore that pit in his stomach.

T-There's this man named Mad. I hear Mad all the time. And he's out for me. So I'm going to end him. Right here. In front of you all.

Mad?

Who the fuck was Mad?

The only "Mad" Cry could think of was the fake persona his fans created for him that follows him around and is basically a fucked up psycho that drags him to insanity. At least that's how it is in the fan fiction he has read.

Cry's face turned a ghastly, white colour, his insides crawling inside, as he thought of Mad, something he thought was interesting whenever it was written in fanfics and drawn in fanart, haunt and whisper terrible thoughts within Pewdie's ears, even as he attempted to sleep in the nights. It couldn't be him. It was just a fan created work and would never happen.

But then who was Mad exactly?

So Cry, Ken, Marzia, Puga, my sister and parents, Marzia's parents, just everyone..you've been so great. Thank you for being there for me. And Cry..

"W-What is it Pewds?" Cry asked, his bottom lip quivering, as he watched the terror flash in Pewdie's eyes. It was as if he seen a demon prawling in his office room. He wanted to shut off the screen and hide underneath his duvet. He felt fear, true fear, for the Swedish gamer just watching as the words spilled from his mouth, as if they were going to be his last. But, he had to be here for his friend. He had to hold his hand and stand strong. He got to watch the entire video. He had to figure out who was Mad, why he was saying all of these words..

"You're not the only one in the mask."

And like that, time slowed down. Cry could see each moment pass. Each comment from different anonymous viewers piled like stacking bricks filled with gasps and curiousity, as the knife slided into the webcam's view. It glistened so brightly, even with the low quality of the webcam, and seemed as if it could slice off a finger just by rubbing your finger against the edge. A distant, far look was in Pewdie's eyes, focused on the knife. He looked slightly prideful, as if he was proud for what he was about to do. Then, he took a deep breath, and clenched his empty hand into a brofist, the other busy aiming the knife toward his chest.

Stay awesome bros. Mwa ha.

The knife pierced into his chest with a quick swish, time suddenly speeding back into its normal pace and blood instantly flew toward the webcam. Cry screamed, clutching his mouth, as the blood splattered onto Pewdie's webcam, and his body collapsed onto the office chair, an evil, twisted grin on his stained red lips. It felt as if he was watching a scary movie, but the twist that even M Night couldn't compete with, was that the killer and the victim were the same person.

Pewdie killed himself. Right on a live stream.

His best gaming buddy was gone from the world. His own girlfriend didn't even know it. She was visiting her parents in Italy currently.

From: therealcryaotic134

To: CutiePieMarzia99 ((A/N: Both fake if you didn't figure that out already))

Marzia, did you see Pewdie's stream? You have to go back to the UK and call an ambulance or whatever the fuck it's called there.

-A friend of Pewds (It's Cry from YT)

Cry managed to type out the message quickly, feeling desperation and nervousness build up within him with each word he typed out. Finally, it managed to send toward her, and he took a deep breath, staring at the on going stream, displaying the motionless body. He wasn't dead, he couldn't be. Maybe..maybe he could make it. He had to make it. He was PewDiePie.

New Email

From: CutiePieMarzia99

To: therealcryaotic134

Is he dead? He can't be. I called for emergencies in the UK, though I think I was already beaten to it, because they mentioned that they received this same type of call from over millions of people. Though I managed to actually give them an exact address so it'll be easier. I'm taking a plane right now to get to him. Do you know what happened to him? What made him do it.. :( I love him so much. I don't want him to be dead. Did I do anything wrong?

Cry felt tears slowly pour down from his eyes, as the two windows, one of Marzia's email reply and the other of Pewds's stabbed body leaned back in his chair with sirens in the background. Good, ambulances were coming he managed to think to himself, as he wiped the corner of his eyes. His cheeks were puffy red and his eyes were bloodshot red. He took constant, deep breaths. He had to regain control. It was his job to take man and support Marzia if Pewdie was gone. That was what a good best friend would do.

From: therealcryaotic134

To: CutiePieMarzia99

You didn't do anything wrong. But honestly I don't know what happened to Pewds. He mentioned something about Mad and how he's out for him. Apparently he hears this Mad guy all the time. I don't know what he's talking about though. He said he wanted to end Mad. I'm really confused. I'm so sorry Marzia. I'll be there for you, I promise. I'll take a plane to UK as soon as possible. Okay?

I really need to see him. I need to see if he lives.

Pick me up at London. Thanks.

Cry shut down the stream and his email windows and stared at his empty desktop excluding his wallpaper with Sup Guy and Pewds brofisting, "bro day every day" was written underneath them in bold, cartoony letters. He never admitted this as his wallpaper, always hiding it or changing it whenever he streamed or made his gaming videos. He wanted to see Pewdie so badly, see that he was okay and smiling like his wallpaper.

Even if he had to cross the world, quit his job, he would do it.

Pewdie was his suicidal, best friend.

Finally done! Yes! Sorry for the wait. Went out a lot and ended up staring homework at six pm. But, now I finished this chapter. Please REVIEW and favourite. I really appreciate the reviews especially. I take criticism. I just love hearing that the readers personally like it. Thanks 3