A Fan's Collection: Book of Original Pewdiecry Short-Stories

(5) Deranged

The past few days have been rough. It's not just that life has more stress than normal, it's also that the person I share that life with is making it worse. To escape the stress I dive into the endless games at my fingertips, and talk to the one person I know can make it better.

I was currently playing games with Cry on my laptop, and I was actually kind of happy for the first time in the past couple of days. That is, untill Cry betrayed me by asking me a question.

"Pewds... you don't really seem like yourself... I can tell something is bothering you. You look pale, tired... what's wrong?"

It was just like Cry to know me too well. He saw I was unhappy. He saw something was different. And because he saw this, I had to tell him. Who knows, maybe he can help? I closed the game to see a black window. I looked to see any sign of movement, but it was blank. Of course, Cry rarely showed himself, even to me.

But then it happened. The screen flashed white before a masked figure appeared. The frown that wasn't hidden by his mask told me my friend was worried. He must have known what I was gonna say was important, or else he would have remained hidden. I smiled, but it was a weak attempt. I was still unhappy.

"Pewds..."

I blinked, tearing my gaze away from Cry's emotional mask and staring at the ground. I started to tell him what was wrong, what was bothing me so much that even seeing him couldn't make me happy.

"It's Marzia... for the past couple of days she's been acting... differrent. I mean, I can tell something's buggin her, but she hasn't been home that much. I think she might be mad at me for something..." Cry nodded, showing me he understood what I meant. "Well... have you tried to talk to her about it? Maybe she is upset, but it might not be you..."

Cry was right. I had tried to talk to her, but it didn't end so well...

"Cry, I did talk to her... We ended up in a big argument. She was yelling at me saying I should know what was wrong and to come back when I was ready to apologize, but I had no idea what she was talking about... As you can see, I haven't gone near her since, and that was... well, a few days ago."

Cry smiled faintly, but he still looked worried. "That's it. She's upset with you, and all you need to do is figure out why. Maybe she's cooled down since the argument... Maybe she'll tell you what's wrong?" I smiled back. "Yeah, and maybe she won't and I'll get my head bitten off. No thanks!"

Cry and I both laughed softly, and Cry flashed me a full smile. "Hey, just talk to her when she gets home, ok?" I smiled back. "Ok, but I don't know when-"

I was cut off by the sound off a door closing and Cry looking shocked. I ignored his look and turned around, knowing it was Marzia. I stared to apologize, but my words trailed off as I was startled by the sight of her. Now I know why Cry looked scared.

Standing in the doorway was Marzia, holding an old looking dagger in her hand. My fear grew as she slowly closed the door and took a step towards me, her eyes never leaving mine. "M-Marzy?"

She stopped and pointed the dagger at my chest. Her face showed she was angry, and I was afraid she was going to kill me.

"Don't you 'Marzy' Me... for days now you've been up here with your games and not paying ant attention to me! I bet you don't eben notice when I'm not home... the games, that guy... That's it, isn't it? It's him, it's Cry! You love him don't you! That's the reason you never leave your computer!"

She never gave me a chance to talk, but her words shocked me. Be with Cry? I didn't know how I felt about that, but for all I knew I was straight... And I loved Marzia, even if she was acting crazy and showing a knife in my face. I looked up, staring her straight in the eyes.