"Rule number two. Never, and I mean never, try to see what is underneath this mask, hear me?" "Master Cry," He had a slight southern accent. "Why is that?" The butler who had spoken out, Ken was his name, questioned him. Cry scoffed. "Rule number three." He walked up to Ken even though he was clearly an inch shorter than him. "Don't question me." Rated M for M Content

before we even begin here, this right here is a trigger warning. see - ----------------------- | trigger warning | ----------------------- » Ryan was so unhappy. With everything. He takes it out on everyone, people who he loves, who he hates, who he doesn't even know. He thought he was alone before, but he didn't know alone. Felix knew alone. He spent his nights in his room, not even his parents bothering him. Seems nice at first, but they don't even ask if he wants dinner. It wasn't always like this. Maybe Felix could show Ryan how to care again, and Ryan could show Felix how it feels to be cared about. There's not much else to do at your local psych ward. « read it, if you want. the only one stopping you is you.

It’s so damn annoying. Cry never had anything against Pewdie, his laugh, his hair, his normal clothing or that creepy facial expression he pulls sometimes. Actually, he liked Pewdie since the first time they met. He’s the kind of guy who can talk and do whatever he wants without caring about what other people think. Pewdie is, well.. Pewdie. He’s unique, eccentric, bouncy, crazy and shameless, especially shameless. Cry learned to accept this, including all those things in the wonderful package of friendship he received. Not that he needed much practice, since he spends most of his time with the sugar and video game addicted human hurricane. But not this time. Cry always managed to avoid it, so why does Pewdie have to put an end to this peace? Pewdie is planning a road trip across the American states as a proper introduction to him visiting the freedom country. Cry, being the best friend, and tag along of the duo, has been forced to say anything but no.

Some drabble that I came up with about the two while listening to music. It's poetry or nonsense, I don't know. Simply a one-shot, or I may continue. Enjoy.

where everything, the tears, problems, relatonships, heartache, friendships....began.

The boy in the woods had no idea what the poor woman would do to him. He didn't know that she never had a good intention. Not until she pierced his skin with a needle and stitched the only useful thing he had on him shut: His mouth. WARNING: This story is not appropriate for people easily freaked out. I mean, it's a book, but it's dark. POSSIBLE TRIGGERS read it, if you want. the only one stopping you is you.

Felix, also known as pewdiepie by his friends, is a lonesome guy. He lives alone, plays games alone, and goes out alone due to his other friends being busy. Ryan is a stripper, and the best one at the strip club that he works at. Because of his feminine body and attractive face, people just go nuts over him. Pewdie was bored one night and decides to go to town and find something to do. When he stumbles along a strip club, curiosity gets the best of him and he enters the club. That's when he finds Ryan, and was instantly attracted to the mesmerizing dance that the mysterious man was doing. When Pewdie comes home he talks with his good friend, who has just came to his home as well. And who is that friends name you may ask? His name is Cry. What happens after that is for you to find out.

This was an idea given to me by a friend I miss dearly and that I wish would have worked with me on this, but it just didn't turn out as a collab. Sorry friend... With that said, she was my inspiration for this story, and I hope you all enjoy. (Dedicated to all the friends I left behind, and may you know I'm so sorry for that.)