Only a Mask // Cryaotic

Culture the Cry.

You guys never cease to amaze me. I go off to write some other fics, all the while still getting notifications to update this one. And 9k reads? You're all fangirl trash. I'll always update, just remind me like before and I will. The band I'm featuring in this chap has a soldout show here soon (I'm going bc I'm actually friends with the guitarist). Sooo hopefully they don't find this somehow because whohaeyhey awkward. //

"Hey guys, and welcome to Markiplier eats ass." You watched Ryan begin recording from the kitchen, his back to you as he began a co-op game with Mark and Ken through Skype. They'd been planning on doing a Prop Hunt for awhile, and you were honestly excited for it. They were all huge assholes to each other and it was funny to listen to whilst scrolling through upcoming concerts in the Florida area. One caught your eye, and you reached for your phone. It slid off the counter and hit the floor as you reached for it.

shit.

Cry looked over his shoulder and yelled fuck so that it would blend in with his current activity, but his face was clearly squished up in a mix of humor and annoyance. You mouthed a sorry and pointed to your phone. He grabbed a pen on his desk and chucked it at you playfully, still maintaining a frown, then quickly whipped back around to rat Ken's location out as a wooden table.

"Alright. You best explain yourself." Cry said suddenly after ending the call with his friends.

"I got excited, some friends are on tour and they have a Florida date." You replied, watching the let's player stretch up and head towards you. Instead of roasting you on interupting his work, he snaked his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder, peering at your laptop.

"Eleborate."

You then dove into a lecture about Misterwives. You played some of their songs while explaining to the Chaoticmonki your friendship with the band, and admiration for frontwoman Mandy's voice range, and meeting her when you lived in New York. He enjoyed Reflections enough to agree on joining you.

"It's weird. I like their sound. They aren't like, Datakrash good, but hell." He said while grabbing a drink from his fridge. "Plus you're buying my ticket."

"Exactly. But you're buying me lunch beforehand." You said. He grumbled a 'sure'.

You waited a week, and finally the day approached.

After the lunch, Cry took your camera from you as you both walked to the Culture Room. He examined the box of video props you clutched. Inside rested a kazoo, a rainbow Fisher Price xylophone, your ukulele, a set of maracas, a mini High School Musical tambourine and a tiny drum. 

"All this shit just for one cover?" He laughed. "You crazy.

Instead of defending yourself, you spotted Etienne and Murph ahead in front of the venue. The drummer and sexy sax man were unloading gear from their van. Etienne looked up and instantly jumped and waved. He yelled for Murph to notify the others. Mandy, Marc, Will and Jesse bounded out the back. Will came in for a bear hug, which caused Cry to tense up ever so slighty beside you.

"Wazzzup playa! Long time no see y/n!!" Mandy smiled. She looked Cry up and down.

"This yo bf that you were telling me about?" You looked up at Ryan, who had sported a slight smile at the mention of boyfriend. 

"Nothin'. Ready to play Box Around the Sun?" You responded and lifted the box. Marc, the Scottish guitarist, looked in and smiled. 

"Dibs on the uke!"