Trust (Youtuber Fanfiction)

Murder...Part 4

I sat in the wardrobe, scared of what I am becoming. This whole thing is turning me into a monster.

I let the darkness envelope me, hoping I would never be found. I don't want to be put with this responsibility.

I squeezed my eyes shut and brought my hands to my ears as I heard a scream echo through the house.

Somebody found the body...

I heard sounds of doors being opened, until I could tell that the door to the room I was in, was opened.

"Are you in here?" I heard Cry's soothing voice fill the room. I resisted the urge to open the door.

"Yeah"

I hear footsteps approaching me, I relax my muscles and prepare for Cry's presence.

I looked up at Cry's mask as he opens the doors, and takes me into a hug.

"I'm so glad you got away, but something bad happened."

I looked up at him, making myself seem innocent.

"What happened?"

Cry looked down at the floor, obviously feeling sad.

"Syndicate is dead, the murderer got him."

I slapped my hand over my mouth and closed my eyes. I tilted my head downwards.

"Was it my fault?"

Cry shook his head.

"No, it was the murderers fault."

So... it was my fault then. I sighed and started to head out of the room. Cry followed me.

We walked out into a long corridor, Cry took the lead, and I followed behind him.

I felt a presence behind me, so I silently turned to face it, and found Pewdiepie, facing away from us.

Now is my chance. I just need to get it right.

I silently took out my knife, keeping a close eye on Cry, and forcefully chucked the knife at Pewdie.

Surprisingly, it hit him in the back of the neck, he groaned, then feel to the floor, lifeless.

I turned to face Cry quickly, just before he turned around at the noise. I looked up at him confusingly.

"Pewdie?" He asked, his voice cracking slightly. I turned around and gasped.

I'm such a failure, why am I doing this?

Cry ran over to the lifeless body, and I followed. Cry kneeled next to Pewdie, tears running down his face.

I spotted the knife next to me, I just needed to get it at the right time. Cry put his head on Pewdie's chest, starting to cry.

I quickly picked up the knife and delved it into my pocket. I hope he didn't see it.

I sat down and started to fake cry. I hate this, acting like a fake. But I have to do it, I just want to go home.