Kidnapped by a Fan Girl (PewDieCry)

Chapter Three

Kidnapped by a Fan Girl

Chapter Three

"Well, we made it!" A proud Ken cheered as the trio stood outside the arcade, along the sunny sidewalk. Pewds, on the other hand, remained glaring with several band-aids on his face.

"Barely! You almost killed me," Pewds yelled, looming over Ken.

"You're fine," Ken reassured.

"So where do we go now?" Minx asked the bickering men. Pewds gave her a dumbfounded expression while Ken smiled. "Neither of you know, do you?"

"It was Ken's plan!"

"It was Pewds idea!"

The two men then proceeded to have a wimpy slap fight. Minx sighed and pulled out her phone.

Just as Ken and Pewds had their cheeks crushed against one another in an attempt to knock the other one down, Minx said, "Cry's at some psycho fan girl's house."

Pewdie's jaw dropped. "What?!"

"How do you know?" Ken asked, pushing Pewds face away with his hand. Pewds stumbled back and fell, staring wondrously at the golden stephanos circling his head. “Pewdie, you idiot!” the french statues remarked.

Minx raised her phone to Ken. "He just tweeted it."

Cryaotic @ CryWasTaken 15m

I'm at a psycho fan girl's house. Help!

10:03 pm - 1Mar 14

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300 retweets 2000 Favorites

Ken squinted at the tweet, his hand cupping his chin. "I see..."

"Wait a minute." Pewds glared at the phone once he regained conscious. "It says you replied ten minutes ago, Ken!"

A guilty Ken laughed. "Now where does it say that?"

Reply to @ CryWasTaken

CinnamonToastKen @ cinnamont...10m

@ CryWasTaken You see the video Minx uploaded of Pewds hitting walls? It's hilarious.

Pewds had his hands balled in fists, and a wall of fire filled the space behind him as prepared to lunge.

"Hey, at least I didn't favorite it like Minx!" Ken defended.

As the fight started, Minx checked her twitter blissfully.

"Seriously, man, you're killing me!" Ken whined underneath the furious Pewd's foot.

"Speaking of unfair," Pewds grumbled, "why did you and Minx get to rock climb down the rope when I had to be lowered like a piñata?"

"You don't know how to rock climb, Pewds. Now c'mon. We're running out of time." He smirked as an idea came to mind. "Aren't you worried this psycho girl is going to steal Cry's innocence?"

"Cry! No!" Pewds gasped, balling on the sidewalk.

Minx looked up from her phone at the snickering Ken and crying Pewdiepie. "I'll ask him where he is," she murmured, not wanting to get involved in the boys' game.

Minx @ MangaMinx

@ CryWasTaken Where are you, Cry?

"How the hell should I know?" Cry asked, staring at the computer screen. The human girl’s password wasn't hard to figure out, and neither were the websites she went on. All his social networking pages were favorited and bookmarked. She had just about every bit of writing he ever did saved onto her computer.

Who was this girl? And why was she so obsessed with him? He was a guy who played video games, hardly the image teen girl's fantasized about, or at least he liked to think. It was probably the voice. Yeah, a lot of chicks dug the voice.

"Well, I guess it's time for an adventure!" Cry declared, staring at the dresser beside him. He made a running start towards the knob, jumping off the desk and hurling himself in the air. He caught the handle and scooped himself over the top, falling into the dresser onto various pieces of clothing.

"Phew!" Cry sat up, satisfied. "Made it." A piece of clothing draped over his head. Cry pulled at the fabric, and recognized the black Sup thong as his merchandise. "Souvieners," he claimed, stuffing the underwear into the pocket of his hoodie.

"There's no stealing the human's stuff!" A male voice spoke. Cry whipped his head around in confusion, peeking over the drawer to the ground below.

"Who's there?" Cry asked.

A tiny group of plushies appeared from under the bed. One of them raised a graveling hook, and shot at the drawer just beside Cry.

"Climb down!" The one with glasses instructed.

Cry managed to slide/climb down the rope safely. When he got down, the man with the graveling hook searched his pockets.

"Hey!" Cry called out as he stole back the black sup thong. "That's mine."

"No, it's not," a different guy pitched from the group.

"It's Cry merchandise, isn't it?" Cry pointed at the underwear before jerking a thumb to himself. "That makes it mine."

"Wait...you're Cry?" The only girl peeked out from behind the guy with glasses.

"You don't recognize me from all over the room?" Cry gestured to the girl's obsession. "Who are you, anyway?"

"We're the late night crew," the one with glasses announced. "I'm Russ." He gestured to the girl behind him. "This is Red. That over there is Scott."

"Scott Jund," the brunette filled in. It was the same voice that accused Cry of stealing, and yet there was something surprisingly friendly about his tone.

"Jund." Cry tried it out.

"And that guy who searched you is Snake." Russ pointed at the quiet male standing off to the side. "We're the late night crew."

"Huh..." Cry glanced at each member. "So what are you guys doing here? It seems like the girl living here only likes..."

"You?" Scott asked, chuckling. "We noticed."

"She goes through various periods of fan girling," Red explained.

Russ nodded in agreement. "After she moves to her next obsession, we take refuge under the bed. That's how we all met. It's dark under the bed, and we only sneak out at night when she's sleeping, so we called ourselves the late night crew."

"That's awesome." Cry laughed, holding out his hand. "Can I have the thong back now?"