Survive [Cryaotic x Reader] (Discontinued)

(Eight)

(A/n) just so you guys know, I'm reading this with you! PixelError is currently writing it on Quotev so I'm having to wait to see what's happens and publish it on here >_< okay back to the story
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That statement made everything click into place and you stopped dead in your tracks. Jack paused beside you, peering at your face in worry, perhaps still thinking that you were sick.

"Jack?" you echoed, slowly piecing together the information. Jack nodded, looking like he thought you were going crazy. "Like, as in Jacksepticeye? The YouTuber?"

Now his eyes widened. "You know me?" he asked incredulously. You bobbed your head in affirmation. "Whoa," he breathed, "so you're from the real world too? Okay, alright. Cool. Do you know what's going on then? Why we're here?"

"I know a bit," you said, then you glanced at the group waiting for you, obviously curious as to what the holdup was. "I can try to explain it later maybe. Right now I think introductions are in order." God, your voice was scratchy. Kind of hurt to talk too much. You rubbed your throat in discomfort.

"Right, of course! This way. Here, you can use me to stay steady."

You smiled sheepishly at Jack and accepted his help, thanking him for being so kind. He guided you to the people waiting, allowing you to set the pace. He really was such a sweetheart, silently offering help and being so considerate without being too intrusive or inquisitive about it all. He was just there. Always prepared to help should you need it without you having to ask.

The two of you reached your destination with no other hindrances. The gathering of people observed you for a moment before turning their eyes to Jack. He shrugged with a bashful smile and scratched his arm as a nervous tick. You realized that you hadn't told him your name, which was likely what his group was looking to him for.

You cleared your throat before speaking, "Uh, hi. I'm (Y/n)." All eyes turned to you and you noticed the way Jack relaxed slightly, probably relieved that you had gotten the cue.

A tall (and maybe slightly intimidating, if you were being honest), dark skinned man stepped forward somewhat. "(Y/n?" You eyed him for a moment, unsure of why he said your name with something akin to familiarity and why he sounded surprised by it at the same time. Or, at least, you thought that was surprise in his voice. It was kind of hard to tell. He had an incredibly deep, gravelly voice that didn't seem to inflict much emotion. It was also oddly familiar in itself. Almost reminded you of Batman...

"Snake?!" The sudden realization came out of your mouth before you could register you were speaking.

"Holy shit," he murmured under his breath, "it really is you. Cry's girlfriend (Y/n), right?"

Of course. He recognized you by your name and voice. He had never seen you in person before, but you had joined the Late Night Crew on the occasional Saturday night. You would consider Snake to be a friend for sure. Who didn't like him, really?

"Yeah," you confirmed. "Wow, okay, this is a bit weird. Nice to finally meet you in person."

"Likewise," he said, accompanied by an inclination of his head. You almost chuckled at how serious and formal he looked in his greeting.

"You two know each other?" The question was asked by Jack, who was examining you again, as if under the impression that he should recognize you as well.