The Tested (Cryoatic/PewDieCry Story)

Chapter Two~ Cryoatic

Most people are awoken by a customize alarm clock or by the rise of the sun through the window. Ryan was awoken by a loud buzzing and the sudden turn on of the florescence lights on the ceiling.

He rolled onto his side and pulled the pillow onto his head. "Go away. Go away. Go away." he thought, squeezing his eyes shut. "You don't deserve to see me, to test me. Go away. Go away."

Ryan thoughts were suddenly cut off by the sound of the vault door slowly opening. Dr. Simon entered. "Good morning, Ryan. How are you feeling?"

Ryan sat there for a second. "How did I feel?" he thought. As if on cue, a headache erupted in his head. "Ya I feel freaking dandy," a harsh unrecognizable voice yelled in his head, cause Ryan to wince. "I- I have a really bad headache."

Dr. Simon raised an eyebrow then approached Ryan with cation. "Let me feel your forehead, Ryan." At the touch of Ryan forehead, the doctor yanked his hand back and waved it around in the air. "Goddamn," he muttered.

"S- sir, am I ok?" stuttered Ryan.

Dr. Simon looked up from his hand and studied Ryan, finally standing up.

"Happy Birthday, Ryan. Your ready for testing."

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The long corridors of the compound had tiled floors, concrete walls, and panel ceilings, but Ryan had never once seen them. For the past nine years he had always lived within a large room of some sort, and never once could remember a moment when he wasn't.

Dr.Simon had already began walking over to the door when Ryan finally snapped out of his thoughts. He jumped up and got ready to go after him, but something caught his eye.

The pokerfaced mask.

With a grin, he picked up the mask and slipped it over his head. A feeling of true safety washed over him once it sat in place. It was like something inside of him wanted the mask to hide behind, to be safe.

Ryan quickly followed behind Dr. Simon, making sure to keep his head down. His usually calm mind and heart were restless and ragging within him. He tried to find peace within him; to calm down before the test, but he couldn't.

He figured he was just worried or scared, but when he tried to settle those emotions, not much changed. He was just unable to pin-point the emotions he was feeling.

Once again trapped in his thoughts, Ryan ended up bumping into Simon. "Watch where your going, son." Simon spoke kindly.

"Don't want to hurt yourself."

Ryan kept his head down but muttered a, "Yes sir, sorry sir..."

Simon let out a long heaving sigh. "Look Ryan, I know you're a bit worried but-"

"Im not worried!" Ryan unexpectedly snapped, surprising himself and Dr. Simon. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. It wasn't-"

He knew that wasn't him. He would never yell at any of the scientist, especially not Dr. Simon. It was chaos within his mind.He couldn't think straight, make sence of it all he was thinking, feeling, saying.

A waze of nausea washed over Ryan, causing him to collapse and blackout. Dr. Simon stop and turned to the sound of Ryan's thoughtless body fall to the ground. "I NEED A TRANSPORT GURNEY, NOW!" Simon yelled, sending testers scattering to help. He got on his knees and look at Ryan, seeing the mask upon his face. He reached his hand up to pull it off, only to feel hand go numb when inches away from it.

Once on a gurney, Ryan was pushed into a large white room, then slipped onto a black leather chair. Dr. Simon was in an all-out panic from what had just happened. Doctors and scientists Ryan up to several monitors one in particular to look over his brain functions.

"Nurse Pratt, find the damn growth!" He yelled to the glass window. Several nurses laid on the other side, scanning each sliver of Ryan's brain, in search for a growth that was causing the problems.

"Sir.." the nurse said in the shrill, worried voice. "The growths, they're everywhere-" Dr. Simon cut her off. "Specifics; I need specifics!" With that, the nurse turned the computer screen towards the window, showing that all throughout Ryan's brain were small growths; from the frontal lobe to the ocular region.

Everyone stop; the room became quiet. Dr.Simon went white as paper, not sure what to do. "Isolate him to his room." He started. "I want someone monitoring him at all times. Let's see what happens."

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Ryan shot up from his bed, sweating profusely. When he raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow he touched the card stock paper.

The mask.

A large smile curled itself across Ryan face, unseen and hidden by the emotionless mask. But soon the smile was followed by loud maniacal laughter, echoing to the near empty dorm.

Ryan clutched onto his head; the headache had erupted into an all out migraine. He can no longer make sense of the sounds and images he was seeing in the large dorm he now lied in.

His hands went over the mask as it was covering his face, but quickly retracted due to a warm wetness. One glimpse, and he could see what it was.

Blood.

Blood, was dripping from the masks eyes. In a wave of chaotic laughter and thought, one voiced it out.

"What are we? What do we look like?"

Almost as is being controlled like a puppet, Ryan jumped out of the bed moved to the mirror, only to be scared away from it.

The image in the mirror was smiling. It was a devilish smile, an evil smile, chaotic smile. Blood dripped from the eyesockets of the mask and a large black, jagged mouth ran across it, instead of the straight-line upon Ryan's own.

He was not smiling or laughing, but the image was.

"Ryan..." The voice taunted. "Ryan where are we? Get me out of here!"

The image brought it's fist down onto the mirror, shattering it into thousands of pieces. In an effort to avoid shards of glass in his face, Ryan raised his arms up for protection, knocking the mask off onto the floor.

And in that instant, his eyes were shining blue; an abnormal neon blue, and crystal like tears fell from his side. Surrounded by shattered glass and blood, Ryan fell to his side, and cried.

The room was almost silent, until the opening of the vault door. Deafened by the thumping in Ryan's ears, he did not hear the door, nor the person who entered. What he did notice was the sudden change in his temperature.

Warmth.

"Ryan, are you okay?" A soft voice question. His breaths were interrupted by sudden sobs and whimpers. Unable to reply, he simply lowered his head as low as it would go.

"Here." the voice offered. "This is for both of you" Ryan opened his eyes, and saw the mask, hard like pottery and emotionless. "Happy Birthday." He finally looked up, only to find he was alone.

He looked back down and studied the new mask. As he got caught up in his examination, the intercom turned on.

"Ryan, this is Dr. Simon King." It started. "We have classified you as test subject Cryaotic, and you shall be relocated to the testsub quarters in the morning."

With that the intercom cut off, leaving Ryan in silence. A crystal tear rolled down his cheek and landed on the mask.

"Wear it proudly." The voice calmly said. Ryan shook his head. The mask was solid; no wire or string to tie to his face; no holes to see through. But this compelled to bring the mask to his face.

And there it stayed as his hand fell to his side.