Burning Bloody Rings //A PewdieCry Fanfic//

The Starting Flame

'Dear journal, this is my first entry in you and probably my last. Mom thought it would be a good idea for me to write down my feelings or some shit, I don't know. Anyways, today my hand started to burn. It actually felt like I was sticking it in molten lava except it didn't really hurt, I could just feel the heat coming off it. I was just sitting at my desk when it happened. I think I melted my pencil. I ran out of the classroom and I could feel everyone's eyes on me, the smell of burning wood in the air. It stopped almost as soon as it started but I still skipped the rest of my classes. It's still so vivid. I've been staring at my hand since then, expecting it to burst into flames or something. This is so fucking weird but it's kinda cool, I guess. Well bye?

Sincerely, Ryan. '

The dark-haired teen sat back in his gaming chair, laptop pushed to the side on his desk to make room for a leather bound journal. The pages were crisp and new. ' And that's how they were going to stay.' Ryan thought, shoving the book into the single drawer the wooden table had to never be seen again.

He ran his fingers through his messy locks, eyeing his left hand warily.

"What the hell?" He muttered, rubbing his blue eyes under his glasses. Muttering to himself, he pulled his laptop to him and opened it, turning it on and logging onto Skype. A few dings rang in the air, alerting him that people had been trying to contact him while he was away.

He opened up the first message.

Pewds: hey cry!

Pewds: you up for some portal?

Pewds: maybe we can film a collab

Pewds: if you want

Pewds: anyways, just get back to me when youre free

Cry smiled, typing a reply quickly as he set up his recording gadgets. Adjusting his mic, he heard his laptop sing.

‘Pewds is calling you’

He clicked answer, making sure that his camera was off before unmuting himself.

“Hey babe.” A Swedish teen sat before him, blond hair messy as always around his green headphones. His accent was thick but understandable, and his blue eyes were sparkling with excitement.

“‘Sup?” He responded, as per usual. Looking at his porcelain mask, he quietly reached for it. The ties were slightly tangled and his fiddled with them, making idle chat with his internet friend.

They’d known each other for two years and had been best friends ever since then. The Swede was two years older than him; 19, but that never stopped them from being close, along with the fact that the other lived halfway across the goddamn planet.

"Ryan?"

Cry glanced at his screen, eyebrows raised in question before he remembered that his camera was off.

"Yeah, buddy?" He finally finished untangling the cords, setting them up properly in preparation for recording. Oh, the struggles of being YouTube famous.

Cry sighed, grabbing his mask and tying it around his eyes and nose, only his mouth visible. Switching on the inner camera, he saw Pewds, also known as Felix, jump at the sudden lighting change. He snickered, watching the older through the black mesh eyeholes.

"Jesus, a little warning next time." Though his words sounded harsh, they were both laughing as they connected to Portal where they last left off.

After a while of playing and being idiots, Pewds had found his character standing on a floating branch in the middle of the water.

“Take my hand!” Cry chirped, looking over the edge.

Chuckling under his breath, Pewds climbed higher on the branch. “Alright, Cry, reach out... Uhp, more!”

Cry made a small noise as he shot a portal at his friend when the Swede fell of the edge. They continued to play for a while until Pewdie decided he needed to sacrifice himself to get the puzzle to work.

“It was nice fighting uh, with your side, Cry.”

There was a pause.

“I love you.” Cry blatantly said, throat tightening as he giggled.

“I did not expect you to say that.” Pewds was laughing, brushing it off as a joke.

Cry set his controller down and rubbed his hands against his jeans to wipe off the sweat. His face was burning by the time the other youtuber finished talking but he wasn’t listening. He assumed it was funny and laughed weakly.

They continued to play until they had a full recording for an episode and they could end it. Cry sighed, stretching out in his seat to pop his pained joints. He heard a similar sound from his computer.

“Jesus, I’m fucking tired.” A Swedish accent filtered through his speakers and he looked through his mask to watch the speaker. Pewdie was leaning back in his chair, headphones pulled on over his hood with his blonde locks wildly pushed over the fabric. “Ryan?”

Cry met his eyes through the camera, nerves spiking. “Yeah, sorry, just spaced out for a second, dude.”

Pewds nodded, eyeing the american oddly before shrugging it off. He pushed away from his desk, headphones sliding down to around his neck. A soft knock came from the door in his room and he rolled his chair over to open it. His girlfriend peeked into the room, a small smile on her face.

“Felix, are you done yet? Dinner’s ready.” Marzia quipped, the rest of her sentence not carrying through Cry’s speakers. A sudden heat in his hands startled him and he looked down. Glowing red flesh assaulted his eyes and he began to panic. Small flames licked at his fingertips, and though he could barely feel it, he saw as his hands become engulfed in fire.

Somewhere in the back of his mind he remembered that Felix was watching him and he lowered his hands to under his desk. Thankfully, the other had yet to turn back around from speaking to his girlfriend. Anger built inside of him and he made a small noise of frustration.

What the hell was going on with him? Him blurting out randomly that he was in love with his best friend? Getting jealous of him being with his girlfriend? His heartbeat sped up as his thoughts raced.

"Cry? Ryan? Ryan!"

Cry looked up at the screen, seeing the look of horror on his best friend's face. Glancing at his inner camera projection, he saw glowing orange orbs where his eyes would be hidden behind his mask. Suddenly having the porcelain on his face was constricting and he reached up with a flaming hand, pulling it off and breaking the strings. The mask began to melt in his hand and he threw it on his floor, blood on fire. He faintly heard someone yelling at him but paid no attention to them as his mind whirled.

That bitch could not have Felix. Felix was his. How dare she try to take him away. How dare she fool him into thinking that he loved her when it was obvious that he loved him. Cry stared at his burning hands, shaking violently in his chair. This was not him. Pain began to seep into the edges of his consciousness. He felt like he had been dipped into molten lava and was slowly, agonizingly, being melted from the inside out.

Then it was gone. Everything was gone; the pain, the questions, the guilt. It was dark.