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

Chapter 4

Warning: There will be much gore in the next chapter. This is one where things are confusing yet start to unveil for the two you tubers everyone loves.

Pewds walked into the kitchen later with Mr. Chair at his side, seeing the dead pig-male on the ground.
He gasped and ran over. "Piggeh!" He yelled, scared his pink friend was gone. He recognized him somehow, almost like his mind was adjusting to know the objects as their humanized forms.
Mr. Chair stood,staring in horror. "He's done it again..." His voice quivered and his body trembled, tears forming in his eyes. "You have to stop him, Pewds!"
PewDie shook his head. "What can I do...?" He said, his voice sounding depressed and exhausted. He didn't have a wink of sleep since he appeared in the castle, and now the adrenaline was dying down, giving him a lack of energy.
"Pewds... You have to win the game. That's how." The male responded, staring at him.
"....I'll try." The blonde spoke before he passed out, his form falling to the ground sideways.


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Next thing Cry knew, he was in a room, his clothes bloody. He gasped as he woke, sitting up slowly.
"So you're finally awake," A booming voice spoke from nearby. "Now you'll be able to help."
Cry groaned, not giving a response. He was dizzy, the room spinning to him. "...Where...?" His voice was soft, and he blinked some, trying to regain his sense of location.
"You're in our room."
"Our...?" He was confused, looking around to try pinpointing the voice in the darkness.
"The Barrel room." The voice explained.
Clacking was heard behind the male as someone walked up, faint glints of silver in the little light around the masked one. "Let's see if you'll make it or break." A French voice growled.
Cry found it familiar, but couldn't remember... Him falling unconscious provided holes in his memory.
He then gagged as what seemed like a healing potion bottle was stuffed in his mouth, forcing him to swallow the sticky liquid that ran down his throat.
Once he finished, he felt his body begin to burn, starting with his throat, then his lungs and his stomach, arms, legs, and head. Especially his face.
He screamed, clawing at the mask which protected him from himself and others. The person in silver backed off into the darkness again, as the masked male fell to the ground, curling and holding his head. It burned and hurt so badly that he couldn't stand it. All of a sudden, his head went into the bloody ground, cracking the mask as he fell unconscious once more, his breathing shaky.
It was only moments before he woke again, but something had changed. Something bad was there now.

"Haha... Gruahahaha!! Haha...!" The insane laughter could be heard through the halls of the castle, over the roaring thunder and rain.