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

Chapter 9

Admin: Major smut warning between Mad and PewDie. And a new appearance. Can you guess who it is?

PewDie stirred, hours later, in a dark room.

"Welcome back to the world of the living, Friend." A familiar voice spoke from the shadows nearby.

PewDie sat up, holding his head lightly. "Ugh.... Cry...? Is that really you...?"

"Oh, it's me all right. Except... I'm different now." The masked one came out of the shadows, blood being on his mask with the straight line now wild. His smile was seen by the broken part, wide and insane. His canines were shown clearly. "Call me Mad."

PewDie's eyes widened and he backed up. "W-what...?"

"Your precious 'Cry' is no more." He responded, walking closer.

"N-no... It can't be..." PewDie whimpered, trying to back up more though he was against the wall. "You can't be him... Y...You're not Cry!" He snapped.

The insane one only began laughing. "Oh...! How wrong you are!" He walked closer still, pulling the male up once he had a hold on his clothes.

"D-don't... Please..." The blonde whimpered.

Just then, Mad kissed him roughly, catching the blonde by surprise.

"Mmmph...!" He froze, in shock.

The male smirked again, his free hand grabbing his wrists and keeping them above his head. He let to of his collar, sliding his hand into his shirt as he continued to kiss and dominate the male.

When their mouths separated, the blonde's face was red and a bridge of saliva hung between them.

"C-Cry..." The blonde whispered, barely able to speak.

His shirt was open, revealing the wounded chest that he had.

Mad leaned down, pressing rough kisses to his neck, making soft moans escape his lips.

"Mm~ C-Cry... Stop..." His body spoke otherwise, as his hips bucked and his body trembled.

At one spot, he gasped and moaned loudly.

Mad smirked and bit down on the skin, making a love bite. He did this multiple times, until the blonde was whimpering and begging.

"Please, Cry... F-finish it off.." He whined, his body trembling and covered in bruises and cuts.

Mad smirked once more and roughly flipped the male, making him cry out.

"Can you handle the pain?" He growled into the blonde's ear as he opened his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear until they rested at his shaking knees.

"N-no..." PewDie whimpered in reply. "N-not like this..."

Mad only smirked, opening his own pants and revealing his lower region. He then thrusted in, making the blonde's eyes widen. He cried out, his head going back as he shook from the pain.

"C-Cry..." He moved his head forward, against the wall. "I-it hurts.."

Mad chuckled deeply. "Of course it will. But you like the pain, don't you?"

PewDie said nothing, his breathing shaky and his body trembling.

Mad then began to move, hitting his prostate on the first try, making the blonde scream out in both pain and pleasure.

This continued on until they both released, and Mad dropped the male.

PewDie shook, mumbling 'Cry' in repetition.

Mad chuckled. "You'll never get him back, Friend." He snarled, fixing himself up.

His mask then gained a few shining cracks.

"The Barrels will be pleased." He forced the male's pants back up, so his lower area was covered, then picked him up, practically dragging him along.

PewDie said nothing, as his conscious faded once more, the pain and tiredness taking his consciousness into a dreamless sleep.

Mad laughed to himself, and one red eye became vibrant blue.