PewDiePie / Cry : Haunted House 1

***Warning. Rating for this story is M (17+) It may contain, depending on the chapter, blood, gore, horror, violence and/or strong language. Viewer discretion is advised***



I wake up slowly. My head hurts and I can hear my ears buzz. I sit up with my eyes closed, every one of my muscles complaining as I use them. I feel vertigo, and I stay sat for a moment, until I open my eyes. I am in the middle of a corridor. The style reminds me of the manors in Amnesia. What am I even doing here? The last thing I remember...

The last thing I remember is Marzia telling me she was going out for a moment, then... Ah, my head... it hurts to think. What was next...? Ah, yes. Cry. I was doing some co-op with Cry. I'm not sure what game. We played an episode, then... then we said farewell to the Broarmy, yes. Then I closed my internet, and... and... I don't know.

"AAAAAAAAHHHH!"

Shit, the thunder freaked me out. I can feel my heart beat so fast... And, why is it so dark around here? I don't like it. Better find a way out.

I get up, despite the opinion of my body, and reel a bit before I find my balance. I look left, then right, resting on the wall behind me. Where to go, where to go... Both ways the corridor seems endless. I can distinguish some luminosity on the left, but I don't want to go there, because it's red, and if I've learned something from horror games, it's that red light is always bad news. Along with the Barrels, the Statues and the Bros.

So, I turn my head to the right, and, with a heavy sigh and a wince as I leave the wall, I venture toward the obscurity lurking that way.

***

How many corners have I turned? I lost the count. Why are there so many? I'm already fed up of this. The silence is oppressive. I can almost hear the rain outside. Also, why aren't there any windows? Maybe I'm not any near an outer wall. Yes, that would make sense. And... how big IS this place? And, why is it so dark? Why isn't there anybody? Why-What was that? I heard a sound from a bit behind me.

I turn toward it and back off. I don't want to go check... But what if it's somebody else, in the same situation as I? I have to be certain. I walk slowly to it, making as little noise as I can. On my left, there is a closed door. Strange. I could have sworn there was none when I passed there just a second ago.

I gather up my frail courage and place my hand on the knob. My heart is pounding so loudly I fear it will alert some unseen danger. I try to turn the handle, and it gives way easily. Unlocked. Is it good or bad?

I ajar the door slowly, trying to peek inside.

"Hello? Hello?"

No answer. I open the door a bit more, until it is fully opened. The room looks like a janitor's office. Somebody is lying on the chair, all sprawled out. I think the man is sleeping. I can't be sure in this dim light, but I don't think he's too old. Maybe it's one of the maintainers of this building. In front of him, an old computer is open, but it only gives away some tiny light. Nothing is displayed on the screen. It's fully black.

I walk hesitantly to the man. It doesn't seem like he heard me. I walk up to the left side of the seat, and look at his face. Or, should I say, to his mask. It covers all his face. It is a face-shaped one, white as a ghost and with only two dots and a line to form a poker face. Under it, I can make out a slightly tanned skin. His hair is short and brown, and his clothes are winter's ones. He seems dead. Oh, wait, no, I can see his torso move slowly from his breathing. He's asleep. Maybe I should wake him up. Okay, let's do that.
I move my hand closer to his shoulder, and place it slowly on it. He doesn't' react. I shake him a bit. Still no reaction. I get my hand back, and try whispering:

"Hey... Hey..."

Nothing seems to work. So, I decide to combine both, and as I 'hey' him, I shake his
shoulder a bit more violently than last time.

Right away, he grabs my forearm with his right hand, clutching much.

"AAAHHH!"

As I cry out in fear, he leaves my arm alone and pushes the chair away from me in an impulse. He hits the wall opposite to me with a 'oof'.

As I back up a bit in caution, I stare at him and he looks at me. Or at least I think he looks at me, for his mask is aimed my way. After a tense silence many minutes long, I hear the other man's voice, a bit muffled by the piece of disguise set upon his face:

"Pewdie...?"

I frown as I recognize my Youtube alias. Who is this person? How does he know me? And where have I heard that voice from?

"Yes... Who are you? Why do I feel like I know you?"

A long silence extends again between us, only punctuated by the computer's buzzes. I can hear my own and his breathing as he seems to gather his thoughts. It's hard to say with this mask and the dim light. After several minutes again, he talks again:

"I can't believe this..."

"What?"

"Pewdie, it's me, Cry."

"What...?"

That doesn't make sense. Why... How...

"That's not possible."

"I don't think we're dreaming. Or else we're making the same, creepy dream."

"Where... where are we?"

"I don't' know... It looks like some kind of school..."

"No..." I answer. "Outside it looks more like some kind of manor."

At these thoughts, he reaches for his chin and thinks out loud.

"Hm... Strange..." He looks at me. I can almost see his grimace as he comments "It makes me think of a horror game's scenario."

A shiver runs down my spine at this thought.

"I hope you're wrong."

"I do, too." He gets up. "But, for now, let's consider it is."

He walks toward the desk he was sat sleeping in front of when I found him. He opens the drawers one after the other, and finds a flashlight. He turns to me and shows it triumphantly.

"At least we got some light."

He opens it. The ray brightens up the surroundings, but after a few seconds, it flickers and dies. Cry opens and closes it a few times before commenting:

"Oh. Nevermind."

He keeps on looking in the drawers, but finds nothing else. I keep staring at him as he moves around. After some minutes of this, he stops and looks at me.

"Is everything alright?"

"Could you... get your mask off? It kind of creeps me out..."

"What mask?" He asks, clueless.

"Your poker face mask. It's somehow freaky."

"My 'poker face mask'...? I don't..." does he start saying as he reaches for his face. Then,
when he feels the rubber under his fingers, he stops. "What the..."

He moves his hand to try and feel the side of the thing. After a few seconds he freezes.

"Pewdie..."

"What?"

"I can't find the sides..."

"What...?"

He stares at me from under the poker face.

"There are no borders..."

"That's not... Wait, I'll get it off for you."

I walk to him, and place myself behind him. I can't see a thing, so I place my hands in
his hair to find the band. After some time, Cry asks:

"You found it?"

"No..."

I don't want to make the conclusion. Please, tell me I am just bad at searching...

"No. No."

Cry moves away from me and turns around.

"It's... It's stuck." He starts flailing some bit. "How come- Why-...?" He calms down. He
whimpers: "Shit."

Then, he walks to the door I used to get in here, the flashlight still in his hand - why does he still have it? - and turns to me.

"Let's get out of here, Pewdie."

He opens the door. Before crossing it, he turns around a last time.

"My name's Ryan, by the way."

"Felix."

"Alright, Felix, we gotta find a way out before it REALLY turns into a horror game."

We both exit the room.