Picking up the Virtual Pieces (Cryaotic X Reader)

The Late Night Crew

A/N:

This was going to be part of the last chapter, but I felt it was better split up!

I’m slowly getting my motivation back!

YAY! :D

So, enjoy:

    “Felix, Wake up!” Marzia shouted with her adorable Italian accent as she shook the sleeping Swede, who immediately responded by rolling over to the other side of the bed.

    “No.” Pewdie groaned, his voice muffled by the pillow he used to block out the sun’s luminous rays. “I never want to get up again.”

    “Get up!” Marzia grumbled, ripping the pillow out of his loose grip. “You’re supposed to be out scouting with Minx (*facepalm* Almost wrote Ken…) today!”

    “Can’t you get Matthew to do it?” The swede grumbled, shielding his eyes with his arm.

    Marzia moved the arm away from his face. “No, Matthew left the group, remember? He left after you guys killed his boyfriend. Now get up!” She commanded, taking hold of her boyfriend’s forearms and pulling him up. Pewds continued to whine about how tired he was, until Marzia dragged him off of the bed. Most of his body slammed against the floor, but everything from the top of his chest and up were levitated as Marzia continued to hold onto his arms. Pewdie looked up at her, light blue eyes glistening and bottom lip puffed out as he nonverbally begging not to be dropped. A mischievous smirk crept onto the Italian’s lips, and a playful flame burned in her eyes. “Muwahaha!” Marzia laughed in her adorable evil tone, releasing her grip on her boyfriend. Too bad for Pewdie because his reflexes weren’t fast enough to catch himself before his face collided with the ground.

    “Owh!” Pewds cried, getting up and rubbing his nose. “You’re so mean!” Marzia just rolled her eyes at his childishness and gently shoved him.

    “Go already! Minx is waiting for you!”

    “Fine.” Pewdie complied, tossing his clothes on and leaving, but not before pecking his girlfriend sweetly on the lips.

    The warm air of the house was quickly replaced with brisk air as the Swede stepped outside. He shivered, hugging his shoulders tightly as he wished he had his scarf back at home. It only took him a couple steps to spot the British Let’s player laying on top of a rusty, old car. “Minx!” He called out, grabbing her attention. Minx immediately looked up and smiled, sitting up and swinging her legs over the edge of the car.

    “Hey Pewds!” She replied nonchalantly, hopping off the car. “You look fucking cold.”

“I am not!” He countered, gaining one of those amazing laughs from Minx as she gave him a look. “Okay, maybe I have goosenips.”

“What ever you say, Pewdie.” Minx chuckled as his face flushed pink, to which the Swede responded with a hurt expression.

“It’s not my fault the game’s gotten cold all the sudden!”

Minx stopped laughing after that, and she changed to a more serious attitude. “Yeah, it’s weird. I thought the game’s temperature was set to stay above fifty degrees, but it feels more like forty.”

“Virus.” Pewdie muttered, looking up at cloudy sky.

Minx followed his gaze, then sighed. “We should probably get going. It looks like its going to rain soon.” The blonde nodded with a slight frown. The British let’s player nudged him. “Don’t worry Pewdie, we’ll find him.” Pewds said nothing and began walking beside his friend to the place he had left Cry the other day.

“Are they really in there?” Cry question excitedly, staring at the large metal door. He had never seen a door like this around before. Well, in the world of Apocalypse anyway.

“Yes, sir!” Red replied with a smile as she punched the 5 digit code into the keypad just beside the door. The words ‘Password accepted’ popped up in green letters on the small screen, followed by a loud beep.

Cry was so anxious he was practically jumping up and down. “Oh man! I’m so excited! It feels like its been ages!”

Red laughed, waiting patiently as the door slide open before them. Instantaneously, shuffling could be heard within the building along with footsteps. “Red? Is that you?” A man’s voice called out. The footsteps grew louder, and a caucasian man with shaggy brown hair and glasses suddenly came into view. “I thought you were- Cry!?” The brunette gasped in disbelief as he gazed upon the one friend he thought he’d never see again.

“Russ!” Cry shouted, running towards his friend with open arms. Russ wrapped his arms loosely around the masked gamer, speechless over the fact that it was indeed Cry he was holding.

“Snake! Jund!” Red called out from behind. “You guys should get over here, now!”

“What is it, Red?” Scott asked from the other room, clearly annoyed. More footsteps were heard as the duo entered the room.

“Cry?” Snake spoke with a smile, his voice low and deep as usual.

“Ew.” Scott sarcastically remarked, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

Cry immediately gave him a look from behind his mask. “You know what, Jund? Fuck you!”

“Wow, love you too.” Jund retorted, before engulfing his two friends into a group hug. Snake stood off to the side, for he wasn’t really the touchy type. Red just rolled her eyes before pulling him into the hug as well.

A/N:

Short, I know. Again, I wanted to end it here because the next part I want to be it's own chapter. 

You guys shouldn't mind. A few have told me that short chapters are easier to manage anyway. 

Btw: I'm sick, yay! >w<

Oh well. 

Have a wonderful day/night.

Stay fab.

*BROFIST*

MORE TO COME