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

Chapter 2

Cry found a note on the table in the room along with a lantern like he would in some games. There had been some where he didn't even go with a light through the whole thing. So the dark no longer scared him, even though he knew what was in it.

Picking up the half-filled lantern and note, he read the note.

"How's it going, kiddo~? You must be the new one that the game stole from the outside world. Welcome to your new reality unless you can find your partner and escape~ Good luck~!" The note ended there and Cry scowled. "New reality? Partner?" He had so many questions, and he couldn't even remember what happened to cause all this. He was starting up the game and talking to PewDie... Then the room went black...

His ice blue eyes went wide.

"Oh no... PewDie!" He yelled, racing out of the room to look for his friend. "Where are you, Friend!?" He yelled into the empty halls, holding the lamp up in the occasional moments to look for his friend. He was terrified for him, knowing how easily scared the Swede can get.

As he heard a growl behind him, the masked male froze and gulped softly. He should have expected it... Then the screech began, and he ran. As fast as he could. The monster chasing him caught up twice and slashed into his backside, and once on his left arm, wounding him though he kept running.

He had to think. He had to get away. Seeing an open door, he hurried in and shut it behind him. It was the same room he started in.

Quickly, he turned and shut the door then hid in a closet. He never felt so scared or weakened. But he also knew he had to press on. He had to find PewDie!

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Meanwhile....

The Swede awoke in the large castle hall, groaning from the blood that was on his body. He rubbed his head. What happened? That was the first question he had in his head.

"....Okay there bro?" A familiar voice, one he knew well spoke from the shadows. And this time, it wasn't him making the voice. Was he insane? He looked around with his blond hair flying around his face. "Who's there?"

"Hey, it's me. Mr. Chair." The voice was closer now and a male walked into the moonlight. He wore a green vest with a white dress-shirt underneath, black pants, glasses on his pale-pink face, and a green beret over his brown hair.

PewDie looked confused. "Mr. Chair? Really? Why aren't you as a chair?"

"I'm only a chair when I chairmode, Pewds." The male answered. Seeing the confusion on the dirty-blond haired male's face, he sighed. "Chairmode activated, boop." He then changed to his regular chair self.

PewDie was shocked and stared, wondering if it was a joke. Then the male returned to normal moments later.

"I told you, I'm Mr. Chair."

"I...I believe you. Where are we, Mr. Chair?" PewDie asked, still quite unsure.

"You're in the Castle, like always." Mr. Chair smiled. "This may sound strange to you, but you're actually in the game. It's nice to see the real you, and not the game version. Though, I wish it was on better circumstances."

"Better circumstances?" Felix looked around, thinking of one thing. "....Where's Cry?"

"Who?" Mr. Chair replied.

"My friend. I can't see him anywhere." The blonde Swede looked back at the beret-wearing male.

"I dunno." Mr. Chair flinched as he heard some footsteps. "It's him! Come on!" He took PewDie's hand and began to run, practically dragging him along.

"Who?! Who's 'him'?!" The blonde almost fell as he was rushed away.

"No one you should trust!" The panicking male replied.

Soon, they were in one of the rooms, and both were breathing heavily. "Thank... Thank god we got out of there..." The green clothed male mumbled, gripping his vest at the location of his heart.

"C-can you explain now?" Stuttered the blonde in reply.

Mr. Chair was silent for a few minutes, calming himself before he looked at Felix seriously.

"It's Stephano."