Stuck in the Virtual Apocalypse (Cryaotic X Reader)

Very Bad Things

        "I KNEW IT!!" Marzia shrieked, just like PewDiePie would. 

        "I-I can't believe this!" Minx said, jaw dropped in utter shock.

        And then there was you; the girl laughing her ass off. Their responses were just too dang funny! However, since you had been laughing so much, you wheezed a bit, which made the other two laugh. Why did everything always have to be so funny?

        "When?" Marzia asked once you all managed to settle down.

        "Wha-?" You giggled. You mind was a little mushy from all the laughing.

        "When did all this happen?" Minx interrogated.

        "I don't know." You snickered with a wild grin. You didn’t know if you were trying to tease them, or just couldn’t think. 

        "(Y/N)..." Minx demanded. "Tell us!"

        "Never.." You teased.

        The two of them sighed, admitting their defeat. They knew that you weren't going to tell them anything about it so they just let it be. You smiled at their disappointed faces, and the three of you began walking again. You watched them the entire time, trying to guess what they were thinking. Eventually you got bored and glaced behind your back. Nothing. You turned back around to find that your friends had stopped, their eyes wild with fear. “What is-” You followed their gaze to a horde of zombies stumbling their way over. How long had they been stumbling around on the streets? There had to be at least 30 of them. “...I-”

        “RUN!!” Minx hollered, alerting the flesh eaters. She grabbed your hand, along with Marzia’s, and began running, dragging the two of you with her.

        

         “Guess what I found!” Pewds sang, pulling out a bottle of whiskey from the dusty cabinet. Cry and Ken’s eyes grew wide, and even though the other two couldn’t see it happen, Cry mentally scolded himself. ‘No.’ He told himself, but his body said otherwise. The masked man was itching to get even just a slight taste of that whiskey. He craved the alcohol; it had been so long…

        “Nice find Pewds!” Ken exclaimed. “Why don’t we crack that baby open?”

        “I don’t know…”Cry muttered in a very indecisive manner.

        “Buuht Cryyyy…” Pewds whined, crossing his arms in a pout, still holding onto the bottle.

        “I-I just feel like this is a bad idea…” Cry muttered.

        “Come on Cry! It’s just one bottle, it won’t do shit…” Ken persuaded. ‘Doesn’t know how easily I get drunk...’ Cry thought.

        “Wait a minute; can we even open it?” Pewds questioned as he attempted to get the cap off.

        “Oh c’mon Pewds seriously?” Ken snatched the bottle from the swede’s hands. “You need so serious muscle my friend.” He added after opening the bottle and taking a quick drink. He then wiped the drizzle on his lips with his arm. “Dang! That’s good stuff!”

        “Give me that!” Pewds growled, gulping down a bunch of whiskey. He let out an exaggerated breath and shoved it into Cry’s hands. Cry held the bottle reluctantly. He wasn’t sure if he should do this. Sure he wanted to, but what if something happens? What if he was too drunk to save someone… or even himself. What would (Y/N) think if she found out that he was drunk? Should he really be doing this.  ‘Of course you should! It’ll make all your troubles disappear!’ The menacing voice in his head said. Oh how he hated that voice, it always ended up making him either feel, or do something terrible. Actually, it was the voice of the demon who constantly wanted to possess his body. His name, well as Cry would like to call him, was Mad. Cry believed the name was fitting for the insidiously insane "personality" it had. But that was beside the point: What was he going to do? “Cry, c’mon bro! Me and Ken won’t let you get wasted. Now drink up!” The swede nodded his head towards the alcohol in Cry’s hands, waiting for him to take a drink. Why was he always pressured to do these things? ‘You know you want to.’  Mad sang viciously. Cry stared down at the bottle thirstily, remembering what happened the last time he drank. Maybe he wouldn’t get so drunk, this was a videogame afterall. The masked man hesitated before placing his lips on the rim of the bottle. ‘Maybe just a sip...’

        

        "What... the.... fuck.... is... the....plan....?" You panted, staring up at Minx. The three of you managed to get a good lead on the horde and just turned the corner, but it was only a matter of time before they caught up to you. 

        "I... haven't... a fucking... clue." She wheezed, her British clearly present as usual. 

        "Well shit...." Marzia cursed under her heavy breath, loud enough for the two of you to hear..

        Both of your heads shot over to her, jaws dropped. You were speechless, and you actually ended up pinching yourself numerous times to make sure this wasn't a dream.

         "Marzia... What did you-Did you just-" Minx replied in bewilderment. You both had heard her swear before, but this time it was different; it was serious. 

        Marzia shuffled awkwardly under your stares. "W-What? W-Why are you looking at me like that?" She stuttered. The whole situation was making her extremely uncomfortable.

        "We-I-" Minx shook her head. "Just-Never mind."

        "NO!" Marzia shouted, making your eyes grow wide at her sudden outburst. She looked like she was about to cry.

        But she wasn't screaming at Minx's response. No, it was something else; quite the opposite really. At first you thought she was screaming at you for absolutely no reason, but that all changed in a matter of seconds. Minx immediately pulled out her whip. "(Y/N)!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. There was a  groan, a zombie groan, that was dangerously close to you. In fact, it was right behind you. A chill ran down your spine and you froze in place, unable to reach for your axe. You felt it dig its decaying fingers into your already messed up hair and a slight tug as it yanked you towards its anxiously chomping teeth.