Managing the Other Side (a pewdiecry fanfic)

Chapter 3

**Felix's POV**

I woke up. Everyhthing was blurry, I was hoping that it was all a horrible dream. Cry would be lying next to me, and I would be cuddling up to his warmth. I rubbed my eyes, and looked to my left.

Nothing. Litterally nothing was there. Just blackness, as far as the eye can see.

"So you are awake"

I shot up, looking around for the source of the voice.

Laughter. Deep, evil, sinister laughter.

"Mad!?"

"So you remember me..."

The pale, white haired, red eyed man appeared in front of me.

"I have missed you Felix"

**Cry's POV**

His limp, lifeless, body laid on the floor. I sobbed against his chest.... the strange part? My tears were appearing on his shirt.

"He'll be fine"

I turned around.

"Bonnie"

"Mad took him somewhere... Its a deep mind prison, that happens sometimes when my friend Matt dies with his ring on"

I nodded, looking at him once more.

"Why are my tears showing up on his shirt"

"The Other Side had a little falling out a while back. I found a way to fix it up but there was that little side effect"

I nodded again, and kissed his cheek.

**Felix's POV**

"What the fuck do you want?!"

I was screaming in his face now, his delicate white skin didn't even crinkle.

"You know what I want, Felix. Its what I have always wanted. I always wanted you. I love you, Felix. Cry was getting all your affection. I just couldn't have that"

He smirked.

"Hur vågar du röra min stackars Ryan! Ruttna i helvetet!"

"Oh poor you. Blah Blah Blah! Your Ryan won't love you much longer! You can only spend so much time dead until it goes to your head!"

He began laughing again.

"MY RYAN IS NOTHING LIKE YOU AND NEVER WILL BE! GO FIND ANOTHER MAN TO LOVE BECAUSE THIS ONE IS TAKEN!"

I slapped him. He deserved hell. He deserves to be killed over, and over, and over again. He doesn't even deserve love.