Bloody Trapland (PewDieCry Fanfic)

"Pewdie?" I called into the darkness. I had to find him, to know that he was still alive. "I'm here, Cry." I heard a faint Swedish voice say from the corner of the room. I sighed in relief, crawling over to him, lifting his head up. "Pewds, Are you alright?" I asked, wiping the blood from his face. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "Yeah, Don't even worry about it, Cry." I couldn't see his face, but I knew him well enough to know that he wore a weak smile on his face, trying to cover the pain. "Pewds..I..Please stay with me, Pewdie!" I shook him gently, seeing his eyes flutter. I rested my forehead on his. "Don't leave me." I cried. I felt his hand reach up and touch my cheek. "Never." He whispered. I heard the door swing open, and two men with a stretcher came in. They pulled me away from Pewdie, and I scrambled into a corner, knowing well enough not to interfere with them. "Take him to the infirmary." One of them said. My eyes widened. No.. No one ever comes back from the infirmary..


2. Exchanging Glances

I put the mask up to my face, and even though there were no holes in it, I could see out of it. Weird..

"I know what you're thinking. How can you see out of a mask with no holes? That's the mystery of the mask. My old partner was the one who created that. He never took it off. It got to the point where I forgot what he really looked like without it on." Pewdie laughed slightly. I wrapped the two strings of the mask around my head, careful not to touch the cut, and tied them so that the mask stayed on securely. Next, I pulled the green jumper over my head, and slipped the green pants on. I placed the green cat ears on my head, and sighed. The mask didn't muffle my voice either. This really is a strange mask.. "Oh, one more thing. Take this with you. This was the thing that saved my partners life multiple times, and it might just save yours." Pewdie said, throwing a.. blanket? I caught the soft, thick yellow blanket in my hands and cocked my eyebrows slightly.

"How can this blanket save my life?" I asked quizzically. Pewdie laughed.

"It makes you seem like less of a threat if you carry around a blanket. People see you as a waste of their time, and then when they turn their back.." Pewdie let his sentence fade into shallow breaths. 

"Oh, okay.." I said, pushing myself up, so I could stand. I heard footsteps coming towards me, and a man's face came into view. "Pewdie?" I asked. He nodded.

His blue eyes seemed to illuminate in the darkness, and his headphones rested perfectly on his brown-blonde hair. He had a white t-shirt on, and the collar was low enough to reveal his collarbone. The slight stubble on his chin and upper lip made him look even better. I could feel my heartbeat quicken, as he gave me the most charming smile. Wait, what am I saying? I.. I can't like him.. I just met him.. I don't even remember what gender I used to like. God, they must've bashed my head pretty hard.. I cleared my throat, diminishing the lump that had formed there.

"What is it? Do I have something in my teeth?" He asked, playfully running his tongue over his white teeth. How did he manage to keep his teeth so perfect if he's been here for a while? 

"No.. I was just.. How long have you been here?" I retorted, trying to figure out more about this sick and twisted game. 

"About a month. I think.. I've lost track of days. Keeping up with time doesn't matter, surviving does. When your trying to survive, you lose track of the days, hours, weeks, everything just slips away." He sighed, his chest heaving forward to inhale. I could vaguely see the outline of his toned muscles. Snap out of it, Cry. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and I looked back up at him, meeting his blue orbs. I saw a glimmer of curiosity in his eyes. "Hey, Cry?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

""Yeah, Pewdie?" I replied him with a question.

"Do you think you could take off the mask so I can see what you look like? I don't want us to be like me and my last partner. me not knowing what you look like, I mean." He said nervously. I furrowed my brow, intrigued by his request.

"A-Alright.." I said, lifting the mask up over my head, revealing my face. I saw his eyes widen, and a slight blush crept onto his cheeks. I looked down at the floor. I just realized I have no idea what I look like. I forgot my eye color and hair color. I forgot if I had high cheekbones, or if I had a short, pointed, or long nose. "Uhm.. This might seem like an awkward question, but what do I look like?" I blushed. A smile danced on Pewdie's lips as he parted them to speak, but he closed his mouth, his lips meeting and pressing together firmly. 

"Let's just say you don't need to worry about it, Cry." Pewdie winked. I felt a smile tug at the corners of my mouth, and I sighed in defeat.

"Alright, I guess. My appearance shall remain a mystery to me." I said, leaning against the wall. The headache had gone away, but I still felt dizzy. It looked like Pewdie was about to say something, but he walked over next to me and leaned against the wall, smiling up at the ceiling.

"I guess so." He closed his eyes, the smile lingering.

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