Go Find The Princess, Gamer Boy

Chapter Three

Your P.O.V.

Darkness was all you could see. You thought it would never end, just a continuous path of darkness, a scary one at that. Suddenly a voice rang out of the darkness. "Hey! You okay?" The voice was familiar, oddly familiar. Slowly, the darkness faded and the light blinded you, forcing you to put your hand over your eyes to shield it out.

"Hey, kid! She's up!" the familiar voice called out, forcing you to groan. You felt like crap, like your head was killing you. You didn't exactly remember what happened to make that darkness illuminate in your mind, but you didn't think you want to experience it again. Ever.

Footsteps approached you, and then another familiar voice spoke. "That's good news," they said, seeming to be relieved. "Now we don't have to take her to a hospital---" At the word hospital, you bounded to your feet, even if you felt a bit nauseated, and repeated that you were okay. You definitely could not afford to go to the hospital with all your school dues tugging on your empty pockets.

You rubbed the back of your head, looking at both of the males that had been watching over you had looks of worry all over their faces. "I'm...okay," you said slowly, trying to reassure them. "I just got....a little excited and scared at the same time... I apologize."

Cry chuckled, rubbing the back of his head too as he stood up, adjusting his hoodie. "It's quite alright," he said, but the wave of reassurance didn't even calm you down. "I just didn't expect you to faint..." he admitted softly, making you blush deeply. You knew that he didn't really get the fact that people could be absolutely obsessed with him, and you never understood why he wouldn't be honored to meet a fan. Oh wait, he doesn't want anyone to know what he looks like...

"But, I'm like...your biggest fan!" you blurted out. You quickly covered your face, the blush getting deeper and creeping up on your cheeks. This made Cry chuckle, seemingly to smirk at you underneath his mask. "I-I didn't mean it like that," you attempted to explain yourself. "I'm not some stalker, if that's what you're thinking! I just came here to get a video game," you rambled, trying to explain yourself to him, but you honestly thought you were making a terrible impression on him, making you blush more.

"Hey, calm down..." he reassured you, putting a hand on your shoulder. It sent a warm feeling through you, letting you release a breath. At least he doesn't think I'm a stalker or something, you thought hopefully as you looked at him. Cry was about 5'11" with an average build, not too skinny and not too fat, which wasn't bad, of course. He wore his 'Sup Dude?' mask, which was a porcelain circle with small, black ovals for eyes and a straight line for a mouth, something simple. His brown hair appeared soft and straight, some of his bangs placed on the face of his mask. Even if you couldn't see his eyes, your best guess was that they were an ocean blue. [Author's Note: Most people are not exactly sure what Cry actually looks like, but through some clues he has given us, I have created a similar version of Cry. He did mention his height, shoe size, build, eye color, and some other features about himself. His hair, however, is not brown nor blonde, giving us the idea that it could possibly be red or black. With the ocean blue eyes, my best guess is that our dear Cry is possibly red-headed. However, in this fanfiction, his hair color will only be brown, since that is how he is normally viewed. I apologize for anyone who has any issues with this appearance.]

You bit your lip, quickly looking away from him, realizing that you had been staring. You felt uneasy around Cry, and you believed that every single thing you did around him may scare him off, making you miss your chance to be friends with your favorite YouTuber of all time. He chuckled softly before pulling out a business card, which was from a car dealership, probably one he had been forced to take and asked the cashier for a pen. You were confused at first, before Cry jotted his cell phone number on the back of the card, handing the card to you.

You took it eagerly, smiling at him. "Please, call me anytime you wish..." Cry trailed off, nodding his head for you to tell him your name. You instantly did, making him smirk underneath his mask. As he headed for the door, he stopped briefly, glancing back at you. "Well, [Y/N], I find your name very beautiful," he complimented before leaving the store.

You stood there for a bit, the card shaking in your grasps before you let out a joyful squeal, jumping up and down on your feet. You heard the cashier laugh as you ran to the selection you were at before, picking out The Walking Dead, before purchasing it and heading home. All the way home, you were bouncing up and down on the sidewalk, and even as you entered your house you still jumped up and down gleefully. You tossed your stuff onto your bed, pulling your cell phone out of your pocket and putting in Cry's phone number, your finger lingering over the green call button.

Should I? you questioned mentally to yourself. Well, he did say to call anytime I wanted to... Slowly, you hit the green call button and put the cell phone to your ear, sitting down on your bed and awaiting for Cry to pick up on the other end.