Kidnapped by a Fan Girl (PewDieCry)

Chapter Two

Kidnapped by a Fan Girl

Chapter Two

Three heads peered down the square hole in curiosity. Ken lowered some rope into the claw machine slot before reeling it back like a fishing line.

"So..." Ken smiled at his two compadres. "Who's first?"

"Pewds," Minx volunteered.

"Why me?!" The man clutching a sup guy plushy demanded. "It's Ken's plan!" He pointed to Ken, who was giving a seemingly innocent smile with exceptionally white teeth.

"You're the one who wants to save Cry," Minx started, completely pulverizing Pewds' stubborn expression. "And didn't you say you wanted to be the first one Cry saw?"

"And don't forget the PewDieCry fan girls!" Ken added cheerfully. "What kind of youtuber fanfic would this be without the ships?"

"Okay! I get it," Pewds yelled, ending the conversation with a huff. "I'll go first, but I'll do it for Cry!"

"Don't worry." Ken patted Pewdie's shoulder as both he and Minx offered him a warm smile. "You're in good hands."

Pewds sniffed, his eyes full with tears. "Ken..."

"Time for action!" Ken declared, and very Spartan like kicked Pewds into the hole.

"Ken!" Pewdie screamed, flapping every limb as he descended down into darkness. "I hate you!" His voice echoed off the prize slot walls.

Minx threw her head back and laughed, no longer able to contain her composure.

Pewdie had his eyes shut as he released a rather girlish screamed when something snagged his torso. It squeezed against his mid-section, nearly knocking the breath out of him, as he dangled in the tiny four walled space in disbelief.

"Are you okay?" Ken called from above.

Pewds looked up in confusion. "I'm alive?"

"Of course you're alive! Minx tied the rope around you already. I said we got you man, remember?"

Pewds couldn't see Ken, but his voice was reassuring nonetheless. The walls of the prize slot were seemingly close, bad news for any claustrophobic people out there. Pewdie twisted his face upwards to the opening of the hole, where a view of sunlight beckoned him.

"Oh..." Was the "Made in Sweden" plushy's response. "I take back the hate then," Pewds yelled, his gameface ready. Ken slowly continued to lower him down when Pewdie crashed into one of the four walls.

"Ouch!" He rubbed his swore head.

"Sorry!" Ken yelled from above.

"What was that for?!" Pewds screamed.

"This is harder," Ken grunted, "than I thought." His hands were gripping onto the rope tightly as he tried to keep his friend from having a near death experience. "Minx, could you-"

Minx was laughing even harder now, clutching her stomach.

"Ahhhh!" Pewdie screamed, being tossed left and right in that tight space. He hit the walls from every direction, dizzy and disoriented. "Stop doing-" His sentence was cut off when Pewds' face came in direct contact with a wall.

"Almost..." Ken groaned, struggling to steady the rope.

Minx was rolling on the floor now in a fit of giggles, smacking a fist against the ground. "This is great!" She gasped between the hysteria.

"Okay! We're good!" Ken sighed at last, followed by Minx's constant laughter. A beaten Pewds murmured, "Great..."

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As Cry delightfully welcomed being pressed against the female anatomy, the girl opened the door to her bedroom. "Well, here we are!" She exclaimed, throwing her hand out to the small space. "My room."

Every square inch of the area was covered in Cry merchandise. The bed sheets contained sup guy characters, and a giant carpet of the sup guy's face lay on the floor. A vanity mirror, complete with a heart themed light arrangement, was at the back but instead of a reflection, there was a picture of her and Cryaotic. The ceiling consisted of sup guys, Cry with a mask, and pictures of the girl.

"Dear lord." Cry sweat dropped at the scene. He suddenly regretted getting so comfortable.

The girl entered the room, and set Cry down on her desk. "Sit tight, okay?" She smiled, but it only made Cry cringe. "I'm just gonna get ready for bed."

The girl whistled away into the bathroom. Cry sat up, getting ahold of his mask. "Okay, so this is fucking messed up. It's creepy and obsessive, but it can't be that bad..." he lifted the mask up to see the room clearly, "right?"

Two seconds later, Cry slammed into the computer mouse. "I'm out!"

The monitor came to life, and several "I love you's" spoke one after another along with a horrendous kiss as a screensaver.

"Ahhh!" Cry screamed, falling backwards. "She has a recording of me saying I love you from different videos?" He cried out. "And her screensaver is of us kissing?"

The door to the bathroom creaked open, and the girl popped back into the room. "Now where did I put it?"

Cry's head turned towards the female dressed in a skimpy white towel. The girl pouted, looking around the room.

"There you are!" she exclaimed, grabbing her body wash, and returning to the bathroom in two skips.

Cry stared long after the bathroom door shut, his cheeks slightly red.

"Maybe...Maybe I could stay a little longer."