Kidnapped by a Fan Girl (PewDieCry)

Chapter One

So I'm making this story into a comic, but I thought I'd make it a fanfic first. The cover is just some Cryaotic fanart I did myself. This is going to be a very silly story. Enjoy!

Kidnapped by a Fan Girl

Chapter One

"And there you have it folks! The PewDieCry stare down," Ken exclaimed, sitting at a cloth table on the side lines. He wore a red shirt with his signature cinnamontoast character in the center. Around his neck was a black bow tie for the event, and his furry bear hat came with it's own monocle. "What do you think, Minx?"

"I think Pewds is trying to decide his next move, but Cry's locked in poker face," she stated. Minx had her own hair up in a ponytail, matching Ken's black bowtie with one in her hair. She had on a purple tank top, with her hand adjusting the mic in front of her. "Let's listen in."

Pewds was laying on his stomach, chin in the palms of his hands as he scrutinized the man sitting in front of him. Cry was cross legged, one hand holding up his cards while the other rested on his leg.

Pewds quickly lifted himself so he sat on his knees. "You're lying!" he exclaimed, judging him with his index finger.

"Oh! That point," Ken commented.

"I can see it in your eyes," Pewds admitted, staring at the two holes cut in Cry's white mask.

Minx announced into the microphone, "He's calling his bluff now."

"Well?" Pewds demanded. "Are you going to show your cards or not?"

Unknown to any of the claw machine prizes, the crane was slowly lowering itself towards the group. Pewdie screamed and jumped back in fear as the strange mechanical creature pinched the back of Cry's Sup sweater.

Before anyone had time to react, Cry was launched into the air, trapped by the claw. "This is a thing?" Cry yelled, trying not to feel motion sickness as the claw carried him across the room to a giant glass window. The crank stopped in time for Cry to peer down to a giant gaping hole beneath him. "Holy sh-" he murmured, just before the drop.

"Cry!" Pewds yelled, pushing passed the other plushies to follow his friend, but someone stood in his way. "Not now, Slender Man!" Pewds shouted. A lanky man in a suit walked away with his head bowed.

"Quick! Check his cards!" Ken and Minx discarded their formal bows and table to reach Cry's deck. Minx stared at them with a frown.

"He wasn't bluffing," Minx sighed in disappointment.

"Let me see." Ken took a look at the cards. "You know, despite Cry having an emotionless mask and all, he's a terrible liar."

"What the fuck are you guys doing?!" Pewds screamed, smacking the cards out of Ken's hands. "Cry was just kidnapped! Don't you care?"

"Easy now, Pewds. You knew this day would come. This is a claw machine, remember? Humans try to win us."

"Yeah, but Cry didn't want to leave! He was happy here with us! And what if his new owner is mean? Or abusive? Or forgets to comment on his sexy voice and beautiful laughter?"

Ken resisted the urge to laugh at Pewds torn expression.

"Maybe we should go after him," Minx volunteered as Pewds went through a mental breakdown. "I mean, aren't all the people here reading this fanfiction because of Cry?" She scratched her head in confusion. "Is he the main character of this story?"

"No, I think it's a PewDieCry fanfic..." Ken countered, stroking his beard in a gesture of deep thought. "Cry is the damsel in distress and Pewds is the prince."

"You mean that guy crying in the fetal position is the hero?" Minx asked unimpressed, gesturing to Pewdie.

"I don't know what people see in those two morons either. You know, it's gotta be that yaoi craze. Fan girls ship them like crazy. And they always fight over who's the bottom bitch."

"Can we just forget the story plot and focus on my friend being kidnapped?!" Pewdie demanded, throwing himself between the two.

"I guess we should get back to the script?" Minx laughed.

"Right. C'mon, let's go rescue Cry!" Ken declared with a raised fist. Minx stood proudly beside him, hands on her hips, as a colorful background appeared behind the duo.

A sobbing Pewds stared at the glamorous scene in confusion. "Who are you guys posing for?"

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"I finally got the Cryaotic doll!" A nineteen year old girl squealed in delight, staring down at her prize. "My God you're adorable!"

Cry stared up at the giant face beaming down at him. "I've heard of you. You're one of those sneeze fetish fan girls, aren't you?" He sighed, face palming himself. "Look, if this is going to work, I'll need some space. I like my alone time very much alone." He struggled in her tight grip.

"So cute!" The girl said, giving Cry a squeeze.

"Ahh..." Cry murmured, pressed against the girl's breasts. There was a questionable moment of silence before he said, "Mmm...I'm okay with this."