Chapter 2: Meet the Crew

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"SH--!"

Cry shot up from his bed and glanced around the room.

He rubbed a hand over his throat as he ran his other hand through his brown locks.

"Geez!  I must've had too much nutella last night."

He fumbled around for his mask as he yawned.

After setting his mask in place, his phone began to buzz on his nightboard.

Cry blinked in surprise before grabbing his phone and unlocking it.

"Huh, it's Scott."

He scrolled through his messages and slowly widened his eyes in shock.

"50 missed messages!?  How long was I out!?"

Cry flitted his gaze to his clock.

It was midday already.

Cry sighed exasperatedly as he started to join a group text.

Cry: Hey guys.

Scott: THERE U R!  I'VE BEEN TXTIN U 4 5-EVER!

Cry: Srry about that...I slept in

Snake: ....

Ru$$: Snake, if you're not going to say anything, you don't need to add those dots.

Cry: Diddly-dots!

Red: R u alright Cry?

Raven: U hvn't bn txtin 4 a while

Cry: Like I said b4--I slept in

Snake: Unusual

Scott: Unusual :p

Ru$$: Unusual =_=

Red: Unusual >_>

Raven: Unusual <_<

Cry: ...Okay...? =_=

Ru$$: Anyways!  Wut's 2day's game plan? :3

Cry: ASSASSIN'S CREEEEEEEEEEED! :D

Raven: Oh~!  We hvn't played dat 4 a while!

Red: Sure.  Why not.

Scott: Okay~!  I'm loggin in now

Snake: ...

Ru$$: Again w/ da dots, Snake! =_=

Snake: .... :)

~~

In another house, a raven with gelled up hair gazed at his computer with amusement.

He placed his headphones on and listened to the voices that were filtering in.

(Scott): I'm here!

(Cry): Hey, Jund!

(Ru$$): You certainly took your time.

(Scott): Not my fault!  The internet was a bit slow.

(Raven): Anyways~let's get on with the show!

Scott smirked as the game started to load.

~~

(Cry): How did you find me--hahahahaha!  You killed me!

(Ru$$): You were jumping around and flailing your arms.  How can we not tell that it's you?

(Cry): HAHAHAHA!

(Scott): And~we've officially lost him.

(Red): Happens all the time.

(Raven): Does anyone know where Snake went?

(Ru$$): I think he said that he's dealing with his darn fire alarm again.

(Scott): He should just shoot it with one of the many guns he has in his house.

(Cry): Problem solved!

(Snake): I can't do that.

(Cry): Why not?

(Snake): I would be back on parole if the neighbors hear me using guns again.

(Everyone): ...

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