PewDieCry: Last Impressions ON HOLD

Chapter One

Cry's P.O.V:

"Well fuck me. I'm gonna be late to the courtroom," I spoke to myself wearily.
I rose from my bed and jumped to my closet. Searching through the clothes, I found a formal looking coat hanging with some worn out jeans. I picked this out along with a tight black tee. Good enough for a witness, right?

I stepped out of my room to be greeted with a giant monster jumping up and down on me. Or by his proper term, Hewie, my dog.

I patted his head lightly, "Hey ya Hew. Hungry?" He jumped higher and barked in sync with a claw at my face. Ow. I'll check it out later.

Me and Hewie walked to the kitchen, and I poured him some wet dog food. It was some cheap but tasty, to Hewie, brand. It pleased him so that's what I stuck with.

A.K, my cat, crawled up behind me as I poured Hewie some tap water. He started moving his head against my leg. He's hungry too, as suspected.

I gave A.K the same but obviously instead of dog food it was a crunchy cat food.
Once again, it pleased him so I stuck with it. I was on low budget anyway.

I looked in the mirror to see a huge claw mark. Huge. When I say huge, I mean huge. It went across my whole right cheek! Band Aids fix everything right? No no. I'll just wear my mask. I can't believe I forgot about it.

I went to grab my mask from the couch. The porcelain was soft and cold, a nice feeling in my hand. I put it on.

I grabbed my phone and slipped it in my phone holder that rested on my side. I walked out the door and waved Hewie and A.K goodbye. They usually stand by them self so I could usually leave them.

I closed and locked the door, walking over to my car. It was a small car, pretty enough though. I unlocked it and got inside. Locking it, I pulled out of my drive way and began to drive to the death of me.

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Felix's P.O.V:

I pranced back and forth, what were I to do? I have to defend Edward Seeman today, and I wasn't looking forward to it. I know he didn't do it, because I have proof, but he is one of the biggest criminals in America. Although there is a witness who claims he saw Edward no where near the scene and saw Patric Poonsay commit murder to the victim of his sisters husband, Dan Elliot. I'm not informed of the witness's name.
And I have a bad feeling about it..probably nothing, but..

No.

Felix stop worrying, you haven't lost a case since..what was it..2008? 7 years now? (This chapter is written in 2015) I'm sure I won't fuck this up, I'm sure. Yes. It's all fine.

I looked over to see a fine ass walk into the courtroom A1. (I'm pretty sure that's how it is represented) The courtroom I'll be defending in. Shit. When nice asses walk into my business I crash. I don't think I'm winning this, no I'm sure I'm not. I fucking suck. God dammit...

"Hey! PewDie!" A voice shouted me out of my trance. "You see a nice ass, don't you?"

My breath hitched. "N-no, where the hell did you get this idea, Peter?"

He chuckled with a sly smirk plastered on his face. Peter, Peter Peter...my fucking nightmare. He finds ways to piss me off, any way possible, BOOM. IN YOUR FACE FELIX. God damn.

"Your little gay ass is adorable. Go fucking do that trial. The ass wasn't even good, probably."

I laughed. "I'm not gay, Piggeh! Remember, I'm Bi. Two--"

He cut me off, "two different things yea yea fuck me. You'll be part of us soon enough though, Felix." He said the last part sarcastically and danced off. Fuck you Peter.