Crycest One-Shot ~(CryXMad!Cry)

Cry sighed, looking at himself in the mirror. He was wearing his usual hoodie and jeans. He didn't know what else to wear. It was a date, but he had no idea. It wasn't this hard with Pewds.
"What did I tell you?! Don't think of him!" the low, raspy voice in cry's brain said, annoyed. Pewds had left Cry days- no, months ago now. For a girl. Marzia. Cry was devastated. He couldn't forget those icy blue eyes saying"I never loved you. I'm sorry." Finally Cry was trying again. Maybe a girl would prove more faithful.

"I know, I just can't help it." Cry was used to the voice now. It had appeared- no, surfaced when Pewdie left him. He knew it was always there. Cry just hadn't needed him.
"That's fine, you look sexy in red" The voice purred approvingly when Cry changed his hoodie to a blood red one. "Alright, let's go then!" Cry had given up fighting him by now and was just going along with him.
"Don't forget the umbrella! It's raining outside," the voice reminded him.
"Oh shit, thanks" Cry said, stepping back into the hallway.

*tardis time skip*

"This is boring." The voice in Cry's head announced. "She hasn't once talked about anything! Apart from shoes and shit."
"Sssh..." Cry whispered.
"This is BULLSHIT! You might put up with this, but I'm most DEFINITELY NOT!" the voice raved louder and louder. Cry winced.
"Excuse me, I have to use the restroom."
Without even stopping to hear his date's answer, he practically ran past the fancy tables in the restaurant into the bathroom. Rushing into a stall, he slammed it shut, locked it and backed into a corner, as if he could escape himself. The voice had gotten angrier and more resentful with every request denied.
"Kill her, then make sure there's no witnesses. You can corrupt the camera footage. Use your rage! Kill them. Maybe, if you have enough heads, we can make a skull pyramid! Wouldn't that be a nice decoration for the apartment? Don't resist me. I know what you want to do. Don't tell me all the months we spent together was nothing."

"No.. please Mad-" Cry slid to the floor, hands searching for the familiar mask that was surely somewhere on him... He needed it now. It would hide him and Mad.

"Mad? Is that what you call me? How appropriate. Is this the reason you're called Cry? Because that's exactly what you're going to do when I take control."

"I won't let you!"

"What's that I hear? Fear? Desperation? Definitely not certainty. You're too weak Cry."

Cry got to his feet, swaying a bit. "I-I hate you." Mad hesitated, then laughed.
"You can't hate yourself, CRY. You know we are the same. Now be a good boy and get that knife in our umbrella."

Cry gasped as memories Mad was holding back came flooding in. He had put the thin, perfectly sharpened knife in the hollow of the stem of the umbrella last night. He remembered giggling like a child with a new toy. He remembered Mad gently giving back control like laying down breadcrumbs for birds to hop straight into a bear trap. And that's exactly what Cry had done. Not tried to remember anything, gone to the date like a good puppet. And the puppet master was about to show his face.

Cry found the mask. At last. He had to search the body of everyone in the restaurant, until he finally checked himself. Why he had checked anyone else, he wasn't sure. His memory and eyesight was fuzzy. He managed to grasp the mask, wet fingers slipping on it, and secure it to his face. He felt a rush of comfort and his eyesight cleared.

"Mur-der-er.." a sing-song voice whispered inside his brain. Cry squeezed his eyes shut. "This is just like the dreams- this DIDN'T happen!"

"Do you want me to give those memories back? I will." Mad whispered menacingly.

*FLASHBACKKKK*

<Mad's POV>

I sauntered back into the restaurant. Ah, it was good not to be the voice anymore. Now it was Cry, weakly pleading, protesting. Humans and their empty, futile morals. It makes me smile just thinking about how easy it is to tear them down. In a bloody way, of course. Blood always makes everything better. Especially cooking. It makes me salivate just thinking about it. Right, back to business, I thought as i saw Cry's date. She was pretty, but with a slightly confused expression on her face. Probably because we were gone so long. It doesn't take that long to piss. Maybe I shouldn't have bothered stuffing the bodies down the toilets. I didn't have the knife though. I didn't need it. There are plenty of manual ways to murder.