Picking up the Virtual Pieces (Cryaotic X Reader)

Changing

That voice… it couldn’t be...

        Suddenly, the masked gamer’s fingers went limp, and the shotgun slipped from his frozen hands. The tingly sensation accompanied by Mad’s presence was completely lifted, and Cry slowly regained control of his body. He cautiously tilted his head upward, only to be met with his long-lost friend. Excitement bubbled up inside the youtuber for the first time in days, and Cry sprung to his feet, only to tackle the texan. “RED!” He shouted in utter glee. Red let out a small laugh and pushed Cry off of her. She swiftly brushed her blood red bangs from her face before gazing into the empty holes of Cry’s mask.

        “CRY!” She gawked, throwing her arms around the Let’s player. “You're stuck here too?"

        Cry nodded and rubbed the back of his neck. "I was actually hoping you wouldn't be here with ,well, you know..."

        She immediately pulled away, her emerald clouded over with sadness as she stared into those black circles. “Cry, are you okay?”

        “Of course! Why would you ask-oh.” Cry sighed in realization. “You mean what happened back there…”

        “Yes, Cry. You scared the crap out of me. I thought… I thought all that was in the past. When… when did it come back?” The redhead croaked, which made the masked gamer feel extremely guilty. She thought that he was depressed again, like in his past, and yes, she knew all about it. Red was just one of those people you couldn't hide anything from, and thank god she was understanding when he told her. However, that was a long time ago, and that didn't have anything to do with what had just happened.

        “Red… that isn’t the reason I did it.” I began.

        “What do you mean? Why else would you have wanted to do that?”

        “You see, that’s the thing; I didn’t." He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Also, my depression isn't exactly what i meant earlier about the whole you-being-here thing...”

        Red scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. “Okay,” It was silent for a moment before some hungry moans became audible, alerting the duo. “I guess we’ll talk about this later. Right now we need to get to out of here!” She exclaimed, grabbing hold of Cry’s sleeved wrist and tugging him around as she maneuvered through the building. “Oh man, the other’s will be so excited to see you again. How long have you been trapped here? Russ and I were so worried! I swear, everyone thought you were dead… You are alive, aren’t you?” The redhead babbled on, rambling about anything and everything. Cry rolled his eyes in annoyance, holding back the grunt that was ready to erupt from the back of his throat. As much as he loved Red, he really wasn’t in the mood for jibber-jabber. He had just fought with his best friend for the billionth time, lost him, and almost killed himself; A very stressful string of events if you ask me.

        After a few more minutes of Red’s obsessive and numerous twists and turns, the duo managed to reach their destination. Red suddenly released Cry’s wrist, allowing it to fall back to his side. He let out a large breath of relief; Red’s grip was very tight and resulted in a slight itchy pain. Cry gently rubbed the red, irritated skin, hoping not to make it any worse. Red didn't seem to notice because she was too busy looking around frantically.

        "What are you looking for?" Cry asked while he watched the short female contort her face in confusion, yanking on fistfuls of her red hair as she looked around the unfamiliar area. Cry thought that they had already mapped out the entire game, but apparently they were wrong. That, or the game was changing. Cry shuddered at the thought; He was finally to the point where he knew the game’s map like the back of his hand. It wouldn't surprise him though; Virus was the type to ruin everything once you felt secure.

        “Found it!” Red sang out, catching the gamer’s attention. In her hands was a small dagger with strange engravings etched in into the very blade. Cry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion as he glanced at the object.

        “A dagger? Red, if you needed a weapon you could’ve just asked me…”

        Red shook her head. “Cry, this isn’t just any dagger. Here, let me show you.” The texan raised the dagger up with one hand and made a couple swift movements. Cry gasped and stood in awe. His cobalt eyes glistened with astonishment as he watched the blade summon a small, medieval type helmet.

        "Hey Red? When exactly did you discover this thing?"  

***

    A large screeching sound was heard as a large mechanical machine was once again put to work. Virus smirked and watched the mortal in front of him writhe in agony.

        “Stop! Please stop!” The  man with a slight southern accent pleaded, his sorrow-filled brown eyes begging the heartless ‘man’ before him. The digital version of Cry raised his sparking hand and signaled for his worker to lower the intensity.

    “Now, now, Mr. Bear...” Virus tsked. “It's lowered now, but you know I can't stop it unless you answer me.” The tortured man was still silent, making Virus slightly agitated. “Okay,” A few lights crackled from his suddenly higher pitch, “I’ll ask you again: How did you hack into my game’s codes?”

    “That’s the funny thing,” The man said weakly. “I didn’t.” Virus narrowed his electric blue eyes at him in frustration, and the man laughed, which led to him coughing up blood. Virus smiled at the man’s pain and then turned to the machine personnel.

    “Would you kindly turn up the intensity?” Virus asked in his usual polite manner, which completely contrasted his sinister intentions. The operator nodded and twisted the small dial more to the right. Sparks emitted from the machine as it moved further. The mechanical arms that held out the man’s arms slowly shifted outwards, tugging even harder to the point that his arms should pop right out of their sockets. The man let out another cry, causing a psychotic smile to form on the digital version of Cry's lips. "Ten more minutes on this machine, and then you may send him to the next torture device of your choosing." He ordered the operator, who simply nodded and avoided his leader's gaze.

    Virus patted him on the back, which ended up zapping him, and then made his way out of the scream-filled room. He then made his way down the hallway by the cells, which greatly resembled those in the game Amnesia. In fact, they were inspired by that game precisely. Virus had always been passionate about things that imposed fear upon others, especially Cry, and Amnesia was on that list. Thus started the creation of this very building. Virus continued his casual stroll down the hall, passing a few worthless prisoners on his way, with a huge grin on his blue-code engraved face. His smile flattened, however, when one of his minions came sprinting up to him in a hurry.

    "Sir!" His assistant wheezed, "I come bearing news."

    "Well, come on!" Virus replied impatiently, "Spit it out!"

    The man let out a few more pants before speaking. "Sir, she has awakened."

    A wicked smirk formed on Virus' face. "Excellent."

A/N:

Well? What do ya think?

I feel like its a little short, but I just had to end it like this.

I have a new idea for this story, and I'm quite excited. I was worried because I was losing my motivation for this, but this should make things more interesting.

I'm saying too much...

TOODLES! :3

*BROFIST*

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