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 Chapter 3

Cry spent the last few minutes pacing his room in a foul mood before he realized that he needed fresh air. Being in the room of where he just learned how dire things were going wasn't doing a damn thing in calming him down. He sighed, removed his mask, tossing it onto his desk and left the house as quietly as he could. Once outside, a cooling breeze blew gently at his face and Cry inhaled deeply, almost instantly feeling better. That was what he needed, a quick walk to clear his head, otherwise he can't help the Swede. He started off on a walk, planning only to go around the block as he let his thoughts race through his mind.

Anger and fear still churned within him as he walked, thoughts of Pewdie lost and confused in Cyber Space with a malevolent virus possibly stalking him was unnerving. How could Virus do this? Dragging the blonde into a mess that was solely between themselves? Was it only because the timing was convenient or was it something more? He could've gone after any of the Late Night Crew but had targeted Pewdie for some reason. Cry furrowed his brows as he went into a light jog, letting the cool air soothe him as his mind shifted to a more questioning mindset. How was Virus able to get Pewdie anyway if Virus is only confined to Cyber Space? It should be impossible for him to kidnap anyone. The brunet sighed again and filed the questions away for later and focused on calming himself before returning to his house.

After his jog, Cry sent messages to various members of the Late Night Crew of what had happened, even though he had the feeling that Virus knew he would do that. The gamer's finger had hovered over the delete key multiple times as he was typing the message, often wondering if he should get the others involved. Half of him wanted to keep them safe so not telling them would be best, on the other hand, he was going to need help in keeping Pewdie safe so he had to tell them. Maybe they could figure out a way to get them both out once he was in and kept Virus busy. Once the messages were sent, Cry placed his famous mask back on his face and turned to the portal that waited for him. The monitor glowed innocently, allowing him to see a small window of the vast realm that lay beyond his screen, the territory of his enemy; Cyber Space. The glow and what laid beyond practically begged him to jump in and damn the consequences to explore the world of the internet.

But Cry knew better than that.

Still, he had to go in to save Pewdiepie. The masked gamer placed his hand against the screen, twitching at the tingling feel of the ripples that appeared around his palm. It moved like water but felt a little squishy like gel, yet offered little resistance as he pressed against it. Cry took a deep breath, exhaled slowly and plunged his hand into the digital portal.

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At once lines of code and glowing circuitry took to him with his acceptance of entering Cyber Space. The tiny ones and zeroes circled up his arm and spiraled around him in a translucent ribbon of green, keeping a few inches from making contact with his body. Cry felt slightly disconnected with the world around him, a sensation of floating in the air when he was obviously standing still with his feet still on the floor. He supposed that was purpose of the ribbon of code, to prepare him for transportation by disconnecting him from his original world. "Oh, this feels weird... Funny but weird." Next, were the glowing lines of circuitry traveling up his arm and leaving behind branches that sped elsewhere along his frame.

The YouTuber was at slight awe as he watched himself break down into digital data and seep into the portal little by little. He stared down at his half missing arm and shuddered slightly. "Okay, now this tops my 'Most Disturbing Things' list hands down." he muttered, grimacing at the broken digital stub of an arm. It was pretty frightening at seeing his own limb disappear before his eyes and get sucked into a computer screen. He closed his eyes at the nauseating flip of his stomach as he felt more of himself disassemble and stream away from him at much more rapid rate. His consciousness faded as the digital breakup reached his shoulders. The final pieces of data quickly fell in step with the rest and streamed into the portal; and in a flash of light Cry vanished from his room.