PewDieCry: Experience

Chapter 40

Cry’s P.O.V  

“Haha! Look,” Ken called as he broke into a jog. I squinted through the darkness to see what had caught his attention. He ran up to a small wooden rollercoaster, grabbing one of the wooden pillars and began spinning around like a child. “Do you think we could get it working?” he asked excitedly and ran around to the front.

“I doubt it.” I followed him round, shoving my hands in my pockets and staring up at the children’s ride. The wood looked weak and flimsy. I wouldn’t trust it. Not even a little.

I raised a hidden eyebrow at Ken as he turned around and ran over to some spinning teacups, jumped inside one and began spinning it around. His laughter almost drowned out the horrible screeching the ride was making, begging for him to stop abusing its old, rusted machinery.

“Wooo!” he cried, collapsing onto the seat and waiting for the ride to slow down. I shook my head at him, hardly believing how much fun he was having, but it didn’t stop me from running over to him and jumping into the spinning cup myself.

“You call this spinning? I’ll show you what spinning is,” I chuckled, grabbing the wheel in the middle of the cup and began turning it as quickly as it would allow.

The cup began to whirl faster, everything around us turning into a blur and only the sound of our laughter was heard, completely overpowering the creaking of the ride.

“You’re crazy!” Ken yelled, grabbing onto the seat but by now I’d let go of the wheel and was clutching my stomach.

Oh shit. I slapped my hand over my mouth, feeling the contents of my stomach begin to rise up my throat. Fucking motion sickness. I stumbled out the spinning cup, falling to the floor and crawling over an old, empty bin. With shaking hands I just about managed to push my mask up before I began to empty my stomach, heaving and coughing. The dizziness made it almost impossible to tell if I was moving or not.  

“Cry!” Ken was yelled from behind me. The screeching of the ride slowly came to a halt and I heard footsteps running clumsily towards me. “Eugh,” he muttered, tripping back and turning away. My head was still spinning and I grabbed onto the fence, trying to catch my breath once I’d stopped throwing up.

“You got any water?” I asked weakly, the vial taste in my mouth making me want to hurl again. I pushed myself away from the bin and rested my back against a lamppost which flickered softly above me. At least the dizziness was beginning to fade.

My hand fell from my lap, falling against the floor but it knocked something, making a soft clatter. Turning, I looked down at the floor to find a bottle of water and some mouthwash had just appeared right next to me...as if by magic.  

“Huh?” I asked, grabbing the water and undoing the top.

“Has that always been there?” Ken asked, picking up the mouthwash and inspecting it. “Maybe Paul’s sent it here for you?” he suggested and I nodded, knowing it was the most likely option and too busy gulping down the water to speak. I reached out and Ken handed me the mouthwash.

PewDie’s P.O.V

“Cry!” I yelled again, banging my hand against the wall and screaming to get his attention. “God Dammit! Cry!” He sat on the floor, throwing a bottle of mouthwash to one side as he breathed deeply. Was he okay? He’d just thrown up...

“Cry!” I cried, taking a few steps back and slamming myself into the glass wall. It didn’t budge and I regretted it instantly, feeling my whole side grow sore from the impact. Rubbing my arm, I pushed myself from the wall and stared at my friends.