Get the Shotgun Ready, Friend. [A PewDieCry fanfic]

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[Spark: woaahhh what new story omg no way. Yea way bitches n v n.
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Fear. Fear, something you can't really hold.
You feel powerless in your situation when fear is in.
Fear makes you believe you can't survive.
Like you just can't do anything about what'll happen to you if you don't.

But bravery.
Bravery is something far more important.
It makes you understand your place, let's you figure out what's happening.
And instead of just dreaming of your move, you make the move.
You fight against fate, creating your own story.

Bravery can save your life, if you let it.

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Cry's P.O.V

I inhaled a nice breath of oxygen before screaming at the killer of me.

"JUND!"

We were playing TTT, for a little bit of the stream. Saturday night, late night, with Cry and Russ. We had this tradition going on for years, and every year never disappointed me. We'd play any game we found interesting no matter the amount of money. It wasn't just for the fans though, the crew enjoyed it too. Being YouTube and Twitch famous is kinda awesome.

He giggled softly. I respawned in the exact spot I died. Scott, still there.
PEW.

"Dammit Jund!" I yelled while laughing insanely. The rest of the crew had been laughing their ass off, well, other than Snake.

He coughed, "Nice kill streak."

Scott laughed like crazy until I interrupted him.

"Don't encourage the man!"
I laughed again and started looking for Jund, the little shit.

I found him eventually, and snuck up behind him with a knife. While he was laughing at a joke Russ made, I stabbed him in the back. Minx started laughing her ass off.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

I started laughing myself, not loud like usual, but you know, real derpy.
"Huehue..pbfft..guys," I managed under small chuckles, "I'm going to bed."

The others agreed and Minx, Russ, and Snake left.

"NOO FRIENDS!" Cried Jund. He whimpered childishly, and started crouching rapidly.

"Jund. Shut up and go to sleep."

"NOO!!"

I left just as Cheyenne did. I could tell Jund was probably crying right now. Baby.

I got out of my chair and pushed it inside my desk. I turned off my computer and turned to walk to bed, but tripped on moving box. Oh yea, I had moved just the other day.

"GODAMMIT!" I yell, jumping into the air like an idiot and grabbing my foot. I fell on my bed, thankfully. My foot twitched rapidly. Fuck.

It's also bleeding.

"Are you fucking-" I cut myself off, "urgh.."
I walked to my bathroom and opened the cabinets above the mirror.
Nothing? Again? Wow Cry, good job. I'll just brush the pain off with a shower.
Showers are good right?

I walked over to the shower and opened the door, as I turned on the water a drop hit me. IT WAS HOT AS HELL. "OW! WHEN DID I LEAVE THE SHOWER ON HOT?!"

It wasn't a 1 degree burn, it wasn't a 2 degree burn, it wasn't a 3 degree burn, it was a THAT-REALLY-FUCKING-HURT-MY-BABY-SKIN burn.

I touched the water with the tip of my finger, to be reassured it had cooled down.
Niceeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee water.

I took off my clothing and jumped into the sweet sweet shower.

(A/N: I SUCK AT DETAILED SHOWER SHIT SO LETS JUST TIME SKIP HAHA)

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I jumped out of the shower and turned off the water, grabbed my towel, dried off, and put my cozy pajamas on. It was winter in Florida, and it kinda gets cold here so I'm wearing the fluffy pajamas you can get in the teen section. I'm a tiny guy, so I fit in them nicely.

I walked to my bed making sure nothing was in my way to trip on. Yep, nothing dangerous in the Cry-zone. Proceed perambulation.

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Pewdie's P.O.V

I was watching Adventure Time and sipping tea when my phone rang.
I picked up the cellular device, turning it on, and seeing my mother had texted me.

"Felix...we need to talk"

"Okay, what's wrong mom?"

"Just..just call me, Felix"

"Okay."

I clicked on the profile I put as my mom, and pressed 'call'.

"Hello?" I asked tiredly. I had been up all night working on my project. I was creating a mask, wooden. I hadn't decided what to put on the mask, but I had picked out the paint color and shape. It would be rounded, and thick. Not too thick, but a little over average.

Anyway,

"Felix," she began, I could hear small whimpers..she was crying, "your father died in a car accident yesterday...I'm broken up about it."

I sighed, she gets too emotional. I, though, have learned to deal with my problems calmly. "Mom, you know he's in a better place. He's okay, all his worries have vanished. It's sad he's died but--"

"Felix!" She cut me off, "You and this 'calm' bullshit! Your father has died, and you don't care?"

"Mom I do care I just--"

"No, Felix. You need to fucking pity your dad. He has died, now cry for him. Let him know you are sad."

"Mom will you please let me just ta--"

"Felix."

"Mother."

"Do you love him? Do you even care about that man? He is your father, without him, you are nothing. It's your fault he died. He probably hated you for being so rude to him. IT WAS SUICIDE."

"Mom...your crazy. It was not suicide, well, it could have been. But not ever about me. He loved me, I loved him. Where have you been for 25 years?"

"I have been in reality, son."

I'm done. She just needs to fucking..urgh..oh my god Mom.

She spoke again, "You are nothing Felix, you are useless. You have no purpose. You were a horrible son, neither I or your father cared about you. No one, cares about you."

Knulla dig Mom, knulla dig. I threw my phone against the wall, and ran to my room. The tears burned my skin. I was mad, the type of mad when you just don't care anymore.

My bed was welcoming me..imaginary open arms to me. Thank you, bed.
The fabric engulfed me, and soon my consciousness slipped from me, and I was asleep.

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"Felix."

...

"Felix."

...

"Felix!"

"Ah what?!"

"Pokerface."

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[OKAY FIRST CHAPPY HOLY SHIT OKAY, DONT KILL ME. I KNOW IT WAAS SHORT.

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