Reality's Game Amnesia: Cry and Pewds' story.

Reality's Game

Cry, a masked male with short and spiked darkish blonde hair except for the odd long hair that curled up above his head. His blue eyes shining with fear behind his slightly bloody Sup guy mask which covered his face down to just above his mouth and his slender frame with torn and bloody clothes panted and breathed heavily as he ran from one of the Grunts in the castle of Brennenburg. He closed the door after running into a room and the screech of the monster slowly faded, growls and occasional grumbles sounded from it as it walked away, slashing its way through a door.
He sighed softly, his arms both bleeding. He didn't dare turn on his lantern until he knew he was safe, and walked over to the old bed, sitting down on it. He was out of the healing potion as well as sanity potion. But that didn't matter. He just wanted his friend, PewDiePie or known otherwise as Felix, there. He wanted to be together with him.
This wasn't a game anymore.
And it all started badly... In one thunderstorm of a night.
He was talking through Skype with PewDiePie and getting the game they were to play together set up. "You ready, Friend?" He asked into the microphone near his mouth.
"Of course, Cry. Come on." Replied the Swedish accent he could hear in his headphones through the spooky music of the game named Amnesia: The Dark Descent.
Cry cleared his throat, doing his epic voice as they started recording together. "Hey guys, and welcome to Cry plays: Amnesia: The Dark Descent custom story!" His voice grew louder and PewDie cracked up into a bought of laughter.
"What's so funny, sir?" Cry grumbled into the microphone.
"Oh, I just didn't know you spoke like that." The Swede responded, snickering still. He also started the recording as it was a co-op thing they were doing. "Ha-ha, how's it going Bros? My name, is PewDiePie~!" He over-exaggerated on his name. "And welcome, to Amnesia custom story." He lowered his voice. "I'm here with Cry to play a new co-op custom story."
"We call it, the Thundering Night in the Castle." Cry spoke up, clicking onto the description of the game. "Ready, Pewds?"
"Ready!" His Swede friend answered brightly. They clicked into the game together, just as lightning struck outside.
Cry's eyes widened behind his 'Sup guy mask, and darkness filled around the friends in their two locations, the pair being sucked into the game.
It became their reality and the only way out, was for them to find each other and finish the game.
It seemed like hours before Cry woke on one of the beds in a dark room. The room was rather nice, considering it was dark. Sitting up with a groan, the dirty blonde male looked around, two holes where the eyes were in the mask so he could see. He was hesitant before he stood, walking around the quiet room with rain faint sounding outside.
Cry paled. He knew this place... The drawers, the dresser, the bedside table and laps. Even the bed. He recognized all of it.
"....Well fuck."