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Summary: Pewdiepie and Cry are stuck in the world of 'Amnesia: The Dark Descent'. Pewdiepie finally finds Cry, but he may have fallen beyond saving.
Warnings: Maybe some swearing, mentions of blood and painful injuries, a lot of angst and drama! No slash, just some good bromance being pushed to its limits.

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"CRY!"

The gamer yelled out, suddenly snapping awake, his light blue eyes wide and his chest heaving almost painfully, as if he had just out ran an army of grunts. He remained panicked stricken as he found himself in an unfamiliar room, only dully lit by one ever dying candle. Slowly his memories dragged themselves up again, reminding him that he was stuck in a world just as hellish as that nightmare had been.

Pewdie's entire body gave into shaking, his hands clutching tightly at his sides in an attempt to stop the sign of weakness racking every nerve he had left and in a poor attempt to comfort himself. Cry was not dead. He couldn't be. But as much as the blond gamer tried to reassure himself, the images in his dream had felt so heart wrenchingly real that they wouldn't bleed out of his mind.

Swinging his legs around, the still trembling Swede forced himself to focus on the task at hand. While his mind felt no more recovered, his body didn't feel so weighed down by exhaustion so he decided he might as well get going.

"Not like I'm going back to sleep after that. I don't think I could or even want to." He said out loud, breaking the silence that seemed to listen in to his every word. He was not going to relive what had happened, not if he could help it.

Picking up the lantern, instead of wearing the broken Cry mask, he hung it around his neck for practicality. Not, because it had featured regularly throughout the nightmare, and only glancing at it brought back painful memories.

He moved Mr. Chair without a word, too emotionally tortured to bother with jokes or formalities such as greeting his figment of imagination. He walked through the door, and couldn't help but slam it behind him, wanting all that he had seen and imagined to stay locked in that accursed room forever. Wordlessly he strode through the ruined corridors, fuelled by fear and fury over what he had seen. He ignored all that wasn't a sign of Cry. So most of the house remained untouched as he strode through it, including the odd golden statue that had called to him strongly, but had remained sitting on the shelf gathering dust. Nothing would distract him now.

Eventually the lantern burned out, leaving him in darkness. He couldn't fight the urge to throw it and heard it smash as it collided with the hard stone floor, the metal and glass structure sadly abandoned as the madly driven gamer carried on. Fortunately, he had reached a brighter part of the castle so didn't feel the effects of insanity nibbling away at his mind. As if it hadn't swallowed a large part already, in the impulsive decision to throw away his only light source. It was still night, but a iridescent glow seemed to filter through the windows that lined this corridor's walls. It almost seemed peaceful enough to make the Swede release just a little tension, walking a little straighter down the desolate passage way.

Yet, it seemed this level was not completely dead.

From where he stood, there was a final window on the wall at the far end of the corridor, as it seemed this passage way led to a dead end. But he couldn't fully see this last window as a dark figure seemed to be standing in front of it.

Apprehension filled Pewdiepie's mind, scared that it was a grunt or some other enemy of the bros that would kill him on sight. However, as he slowly approached, it seemed the dark figure was staring fixedly out of the window, one hand even gripping its wooden frame tightly as it unstably stood. Hope seemed to flutter in the gamer's chest as he started to recognise the man, but it was hard to identify him as he could only see his back, and it was still dark in the corridor even if there was a low level of light supplied from the windows.

It was then however, that the Swede's blue eyes noticed the liquid splattered across the floor, its reflective surface catching the weak moon light. It seemed something had walked, and in some places dragged itself along the corridor, leaking this substance as it crawled. But slowly a lump built in the young man's throat as he realised the liquid had a crimson sheen to it, and seemed to concentrate as it got closer to the dark figure, who still stood motionless in front of the window.

Now hardly yards away from each other, he could recognise the friend who stood ahead of him. However part of the gamer wished it wasn't who he half-hoped it was. Through the shredded top, he could make out large and agonising looking cuts and bruises, some still deep colours of red and purple. Just above the hand that rested on the window pane was a scarlet ring, which implied the trauma inflicted upon his friend hadn't been accidental.

The Swede found himself literally speechless and heart broken at the sight of his friend, and part of him just wanted to run away. To turn around and escape the reality of his friend. He wished he could wake up now and let this be another nightmare!

Then again, it was a nightmare. And one, the blond gamer knew he wasn't going to wake up from. But hopefully one, he could save his friend from.

"Cry...?"

He said, uncertain and still a little reluctant to find out it was truly his friend in this broken state. As quietly and calmly as he had meant to sound however, the figure in front leapt like a gun shot had cracked the silence, whipping around with wild deep blue eyes to see who had come to kill him now.

Pewdie was about to dart forward and grab his friend as he saw him stumble towards the window, but a burning glare froze him to the spot as the injured man caught himself and sent daggers in his direction for causing him to slip up. Something was definitely wrong. A sheen of sweat seemed to glisten across his friend's darkened face, his lips drawn into a snarl and his eyes seemed to pierce at the Swede accusingly.

While the blond gamer had never seen Cry's eyes or face before, it was hardly the friendly face he had always imaged the voice to match. However, his eyes slid down from the American's gaunt face and down to his chest, where a large, ragged and paralysingly painful looking gash seemed to slash across it. The sight of it made the horror game player want to throw up, and part of him could sympathise why his friend had swung around with a reflex ready to kill.

But... Why wasn't Cry relaxing now that it was obvious it was his trusted friend before him, and not some grunt? Even stained with his own blood, trembling and sick looking, the usually masked man seemed intimidating, his whole body tensed up and ready to fight.

"Cry.. I-It's me bro. What happened to you?" It was all he could say. Pewdie couldn't help but feel frightened of whatever had happened, to reduce his confident, joking and usually dapper looking friend to this almost psychotic appearance.

Silence only followed the question between heavy pants of cold air. The blond gamer found his throat growing tight, as the man who he had hoped was his friend didn't react kindly to his words. Instead, he held up a sharp shard of glass between both hands, pointing its jagged tip towards his once most trusted pal.

"What ha-ha-happened to me? DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH!" The bloodied figure shouted, a mirthful smile now hooking his lips, an edge of fear glinting in his shadowed eyes. Yet, Cry continued, his tone now deadly serious and barely more then a hiss.

"You know exactly what happened. You did this to me!" Whether he had previous injuries or not, blood began to trickle from his hands as he tightly clutched the serrated edge of the glass, his knuckles already white in the faint darkness. The other gamer's eyes widened at this incrimination, confused as to why his friend blamed him for his injuries.

He had hated the idea of Cry running off without him in the first place! It had been the American's impulsive choice to lead the Bro away while the other hid. But then again.. what would of stopped them just running together? Pewds knew he could of protested more, but still couldn't help but answer back pleadingly.

"I-I did what? You.. No. I'm Pewds. Your bro. I'd never do anything to hurt you." Pewdiepie tried to reason, scared and betrayed that Cry believed he had done this to him. Maybe it was just too dark to recognise each other. Maybe that was why, when the Swede tried to take a step closer, a hand reached forward to comfort his obviously confused friend, that the same friend stepped away as if he had just been swiped at.

"NO! I never saw him. That voice. YOU COULD BE HIM! You're just trying to trick me again. Found a new way to torture me. But I can see you now. Just PLEASE! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" The words were rushed and hitched between Cry's heavy gasps from exertion, and seemed to swing from a whisper almost addressed to himself to a shout aimed at the whole world.

The unpredictable and incomprehensible actions only made Pewdiepie freeze, confused and scared over what his 'friend' might do next. He seemed to be freaking out, the glass dagger now trembling in his grip, his feet only steps away from the window. If he backed up any more then he could easily fall and...

The Swedish gamer swallowed, trying to compose himself before trying to respond to the non-sense the other was spewing. Something about a voice and torture. Had this place really broken Cry's mind? Was he surely insane to the point of not even recognising his old friend? Pewdiepie found tears welling up for the third time that night, completely lost as to what to do now. With a quivering voice, his hands held out and safely in the other gamer's view, he spoke slowly.

"I'm not this voice cry.. I'm your bro. We came here together remember? We found the lantern and got chased by the grunts. The monsters. I'm not one of them. We're a team. Against them. I've been looking for you this whole time."

A tear slid down the blond gamer's face, his body also trembling from the stress and fear threatening to overtake him at any moment. It seemed this time the words had more of an effect however. The injured American's eyes seemed to widen, the glass dagger lowering a little. Maybe he was remembering. Maybe Cry was still there. But what he said next shattered any confidence the sane gamer had left in his fragmented friend.

"Bu-But he left me. I mean. You left me. The Voice told me so! YOU GAVE UP ON ME. That someone. They.. THEY would have been THERE FOR ME. WHERE WERE YOU?! I.. I hate you."

The Swedish gamer shrunk from the shouts, the words agonisingly stabbing into every inch of self-confidence and sanity he had left. He had never given up, but it all felt so true. He had left his friend and now look what had happened to him. They were bros, and he wasn't even able to help him now.
Pewds hadn't been there for him, he had been wandering the castle as his usual useless self while Cry had been tortured, maybe even on the verge of death.

Looking up, his teary light blue eyes met the vicious blue pair that glared back. He had no idea what to do now, but all he knew was that he had failed in his duty as a bro and friend.

The other gamer still held the dagger in front of him, still breathing heavily as he waited for something to happen. For someone to blame for his pain. Pewdiepie supposed that Cry, or at least the friend he once knew, deserved an answer, an excuse, an apology for what had happened, and replied defeatedly.

"I-I.. tried. I was looking for you, Cry. I spent hours searching. I didn't give up or walk away thinking you were dead. I kept going. Because you're a bro... You're my Bro, Cry. Bros don't give up on each other..." His voice began to choke up, but gulping a little, the blond gamer carried on. "I'm so... sorry Bro. I just.. don't know what to do any more..."

He fell to his knees, looking down at the blood stained carpet, resigned to let Cry stab him for all he cared.

"Maybe if I die, I'll wake up. I'll be back in my room. That I'll log onto my computer and you'd be there on skype.. not crazy or bleeding to death. But you'd be there grinning, saying 'Sup Friend'. And we could plan a co-op. Not a shitty amnesia co-op like the one that brought us here. But a fun... bro co-op. Like Portal 2, or Bloody Trapland or Left for Dead..."

Pewdiepie closed his eyes, letting the tears slide down his cheeks as he waited for the inevitable death in front of him. He couldn't help but smile a little at the memories though, remembering the fun times they had had together. The reason they were such good friends in the first place.

"We would start the video and I would say, 'Hey bros, my name is Pewdiepie!'... Then-Then at the end, we would brofist and say 'Bro day everyday'... and..."

"....Pewds?"

Pewdiepie's eyes snapped open, looking up in response to his name. There were no traces of rage or insanity left in the bewildered gaze that settled upon him now, the dagger now dangling at his side and loosely held in his left hand. Hope soared in the Swedish player's heart, knowing Cry had to of remembered him.

"Cry! It's me bro! It's me, Pewdiepie!" The blond gamer cried, a grin quickly replacing the tear stained frown he had been wearing. Pushing himself up, he ran towards Cry, unable to stop himself from wanting to hug the friend he had thought he had lost forever.

Yet the grin was not returned. Instead Cry jerked back suddenly, trying to get away from the blond gamer, only to cause what they had both feared all along.

Pewd's eyes widened, and instead of running forward to embrace his friend, he was now sprinting as hard as he could to reach the other gamer before he toppled out of the window and plunged into the darkness below.

"CRY!"

The dark blue gaze was now terrified as he lost balance, unable to stop himself from crying out as he lost all ability to stand, and instead fell towards the abyss. Not even his hands could grab the window frame as he smashed through the remains of the glass, a few shards clawing painfully at his clothes as if, it too, was trying to stop him from falling. Time seemed to slow down, each second stretching out as they exchanged a final and desperate glance.

"PEWDS!"

Pewdiepie stretched his hand forward, reaching as far as he could to grab him, almost pushing himself out the window in hopes to save his friend.

Suddenly, he felt his hand snatch onto Cry's flailing one, his heart lurching as he succeeded. Yet as he tried to pull his falling friend away from the darkness below, the whole gamer felt himself starting to fall as well. He couldn't let go though. He had already failed once and lost Cry, he was never going to let it happen again.

Grabbing the edge of the window pane with his other hand, he hung there as Cry's only lifeline, unable to summon enough strength to pull his friend back through the window. It hurt enough to hang onto the window ledge with one hand, let alone support his injured bro as well.

Cry's hand felt too warm to be healthy and slick from blood, making it only harder to cling to the one person he was so determined not to let go of. Once again, Pewdiepie was at a loss of what to do, unable to physically pull his friend up, or mentally comprehend the other option, of letting go.

A quiet groan could be heard coming from his bro below, and the blond gamer could only imagine how much strain this was putting onto Cry on top of his other injuries. Neither of them could stay like this for much longer. Pewdie could only cringe at how useless he was once again.

".. Pewds.. Just.. let me go. I don't want you.. to die for me."

The light blue eyed gamer froze at the request, his mind unable to process what he had just heard. He twisted his head slightly to look down, and found Cry staring up at him, a look in his eyes more determined and alive then Pewdiepie had seen all his life.

"No can do bro. I'll never let you go again."

It took all he had to stop his voice from trembling, his hold on Cry only tightening in spite of it probably hurting his friend.

"Pewdiepie. Let go of me. Or I'm going to let go of you."

To be continued~

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Summary: Pewdiepie and Cry are stuck in the world of 'Amnesia: The Dark Descent'. Pewdiepie finally finds Cry, but he may have fallen beyond saving.
Warnings: Maybe some swearing, mentions of blood and painful injuries, a lot of angst and drama! No slash, just some good bromance being pushed to its limits.

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"CRY!"

The gamer yelled out, suddenly snapping awake, his light blue eyes wide and his chest heaving almost painfully, as if he had just out ran an army of grunts. He remained panicked stricken as he found himself in an unfamiliar room, only dully lit by one ever dying candle. Slowly his memories dragged themselves up again, reminding him that he was stuck in a world just as hellish as that nightmare had been.

Pewdie's entire body gave into shaking, his hands clutching tightly at his sides in an attempt to stop the sign of weakness racking every nerve he had left and in a poor attempt to comfort himself. Cry was not dead. He couldn't be. But as much as the blond gamer tried to reassure himself, the images in his dream had felt so heart wrenchingly real that they wouldn't bleed out of his mind.

Swinging his legs around, the still trembling Swede forced himself to focus on the task at hand. While his mind felt no more recovered, his body didn't feel so weighed down by exhaustion so he decided he might as well get going.

"Not like I'm going back to sleep after that. I don't think I could or even want to." He said out loud, breaking the silence that seemed to listen in to his every word. He was not going to relive what had happened, not if he could help it.

Picking up the lantern, instead of wearing the broken Cry mask, he hung it around his neck for practicality. Not, because it had featured regularly throughout the nightmare, and only glancing at it brought back painful memories.

He moved Mr. Chair without a word, too emotionally tortured to bother with jokes or formalities such as greeting his figment of imagination. He walked through the door, and couldn't help but slam it behind him, wanting all that he had seen and imagined to stay locked in that accursed room forever. Wordlessly he strode through the ruined corridors, fuelled by fear and fury over what he had seen. He ignored all that wasn't a sign of Cry. So most of the house remained untouched as he strode through it, including the odd golden statue that had called to him strongly, but had remained sitting on the shelf gathering dust. Nothing would distract him now.

Eventually the lantern burned out, leaving him in darkness. He couldn't fight the urge to throw it and heard it smash as it collided with the hard stone floor, the metal and glass structure sadly abandoned as the madly driven gamer carried on. Fortunately, he had reached a brighter part of the castle so didn't feel the effects of insanity nibbling away at his mind. As if it hadn't swallowed a large part already, in the impulsive decision to throw away his only light source. It was still night, but a iridescent glow seemed to filter through the windows that lined this corridor's walls. It almost seemed peaceful enough to make the Swede release just a little tension, walking a little straighter down the desolate passage way.

Yet, it seemed this level was not completely dead.

From where he stood, there was a final window on the wall at the far end of the corridor, as it seemed this passage way led to a dead end. But he couldn't fully see this last window as a dark figure seemed to be standing in front of it.

Apprehension filled Pewdiepie's mind, scared that it was a grunt or some other enemy of the bros that would kill him on sight. However, as he slowly approached, it seemed the dark figure was staring fixedly out of the window, one hand even gripping its wooden frame tightly as it unstably stood. Hope seemed to flutter in the gamer's chest as he started to recognise the man, but it was hard to identify him as he could only see his back, and it was still dark in the corridor even if there was a low level of light supplied from the windows.

It was then however, that the Swede's blue eyes noticed the liquid splattered across the floor, its reflective surface catching the weak moon light. It seemed something had walked, and in some places dragged itself along the corridor, leaking this substance as it crawled. But slowly a lump built in the young man's throat as he realised the liquid had a crimson sheen to it, and seemed to concentrate as it got closer to the dark figure, who still stood motionless in front of the window.

Now hardly yards away from each other, he could recognise the friend who stood ahead of him. However part of the gamer wished it wasn't who he half-hoped it was. Through the shredded top, he could make out large and agonising looking cuts and bruises, some still deep colours of red and purple. Just above the hand that rested on the window pane was a scarlet ring, which implied the trauma inflicted upon his friend hadn't been accidental.

The Swede found himself literally speechless and heart broken at the sight of his friend, and part of him just wanted to run away. To turn around and escape the reality of his friend. He wished he could wake up now and let this be another nightmare!

Then again, it was a nightmare. And one, the blond gamer knew he wasn't going to wake up from. But hopefully one, he could save his friend from.

"Cry...?"

He said, uncertain and still a little reluctant to find out it was truly his friend in this broken state. As quietly and calmly as he had meant to sound however, the figure in front leapt like a gun shot had cracked the silence, whipping around with wild deep blue eyes to see who had come to kill him now.

Pewdie was about to dart forward and grab his friend as he saw him stumble towards the window, but a burning glare froze him to the spot as the injured man caught himself and sent daggers in his direction for causing him to slip up. Something was definitely wrong. A sheen of sweat seemed to glisten across his friend's darkened face, his lips drawn into a snarl and his eyes seemed to pierce at the Swede accusingly.

While the blond gamer had never seen Cry's eyes or face before, it was hardly the friendly face he had always imaged the voice to match. However, his eyes slid down from the American's gaunt face and down to his chest, where a large, ragged and paralysingly painful looking gash seemed to slash across it. The sight of it made the horror game player want to throw up, and part of him could sympathise why his friend had swung around with a reflex ready to kill.

But... Why wasn't Cry relaxing now that it was obvious it was his trusted friend before him, and not some grunt? Even stained with his own blood, trembling and sick looking, the usually masked man seemed intimidating, his whole body tensed up and ready to fight.

"Cry.. I-It's me bro. What happened to you?" It was all he could say. Pewdie couldn't help but feel frightened of whatever had happened, to reduce his confident, joking and usually dapper looking friend to this almost psychotic appearance.

Silence only followed the question between heavy pants of cold air. The blond gamer found his throat growing tight, as the man who he had hoped was his friend didn't react kindly to his words. Instead, he held up a sharp shard of glass between both hands, pointing its jagged tip towards his once most trusted pal.

"What ha-ha-happened to me? DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH!" The bloodied figure shouted, a mirthful smile now hooking his lips, an edge of fear glinting in his shadowed eyes. Yet, Cry continued, his tone now deadly serious and barely more then a hiss.

"You know exactly what happened. You did this to me!" Whether he had previous injuries or not, blood began to trickle from his hands as he tightly clutched the serrated edge of the glass, his knuckles already white in the faint darkness. The other gamer's eyes widened at this incrimination, confused as to why his friend blamed him for his injuries.

He had hated the idea of Cry running off without him in the first place! It had been the American's impulsive choice to lead the Bro away while the other hid. But then again.. what would of stopped them just running together? Pewds knew he could of protested more, but still couldn't help but answer back pleadingly.

"I-I did what? You.. No. I'm Pewds. Your bro. I'd never do anything to hurt you." Pewdiepie tried to reason, scared and betrayed that Cry believed he had done this to him. Maybe it was just too dark to recognise each other. Maybe that was why, when the Swede tried to take a step closer, a hand reached forward to comfort his obviously confused friend, that the same friend stepped away as if he had just been swiped at.

"NO! I never saw him. That voice. YOU COULD BE HIM! You're just trying to trick me again. Found a new way to torture me. But I can see you now. Just PLEASE! STAY AWAY FROM ME!" The words were rushed and hitched between Cry's heavy gasps from exertion, and seemed to swing from a whisper almost addressed to himself to a shout aimed at the whole world.

The unpredictable and incomprehensible actions only made Pewdiepie freeze, confused and scared over what his 'friend' might do next. He seemed to be freaking out, the glass dagger now trembling in his grip, his feet only steps away from the window. If he backed up any more then he could easily fall and...

The Swedish gamer swallowed, trying to compose himself before trying to respond to the non-sense the other was spewing. Something about a voice and torture. Had this place really broken Cry's mind? Was he surely insane to the point of not even recognising his old friend? Pewdiepie found tears welling up for the third time that night, completely lost as to what to do now. With a quivering voice, his hands held out and safely in the other gamer's view, he spoke slowly.

"I'm not this voice cry.. I'm your bro. We came here together remember? We found the lantern and got chased by the grunts. The monsters. I'm not one of them. We're a team. Against them. I've been looking for you this whole time."

A tear slid down the blond gamer's face, his body also trembling from the stress and fear threatening to overtake him at any moment. It seemed this time the words had more of an effect however. The injured American's eyes seemed to widen, the glass dagger lowering a little. Maybe he was remembering. Maybe Cry was still there. But what he said next shattered any confidence the sane gamer had left in his fragmented friend.

"Bu-But he left me. I mean. You left me. The Voice told me so! YOU GAVE UP ON ME. That someone. They.. THEY would have been THERE FOR ME. WHERE WERE YOU?! I.. I hate you."

The Swedish gamer shrunk from the shouts, the words agonisingly stabbing into every inch of self-confidence and sanity he had left. He had never given up, but it all felt so true. He had left his friend and now look what had happened to him. They were bros, and he wasn't even able to help him now.
Pewds hadn't been there for him, he had been wandering the castle as his usual useless self while Cry had been tortured, maybe even on the verge of death.

Looking up, his teary light blue eyes met the vicious blue pair that glared back. He had no idea what to do now, but all he knew was that he had failed in his duty as a bro and friend.

The other gamer still held the dagger in front of him, still breathing heavily as he waited for something to happen. For someone to blame for his pain. Pewdiepie supposed that Cry, or at least the friend he once knew, deserved an answer, an excuse, an apology for what had happened, and replied defeatedly.

"I-I.. tried. I was looking for you, Cry. I spent hours searching. I didn't give up or walk away thinking you were dead. I kept going. Because you're a bro... You're my Bro, Cry. Bros don't give up on each other..." His voice began to choke up, but gulping a little, the blond gamer carried on. "I'm so... sorry Bro. I just.. don't know what to do any more..."

He fell to his knees, looking down at the blood stained carpet, resigned to let Cry stab him for all he cared.

"Maybe if I die, I'll wake up. I'll be back in my room. That I'll log onto my computer and you'd be there on skype.. not crazy or bleeding to death. But you'd be there grinning, saying 'Sup Friend'. And we could plan a co-op. Not a shitty amnesia co-op like the one that brought us here. But a fun... bro co-op. Like Portal 2, or Bloody Trapland or Left for Dead..."

Pewdiepie closed his eyes, letting the tears slide down his cheeks as he waited for the inevitable death in front of him. He couldn't help but smile a little at the memories though, remembering the fun times they had had together. The reason they were such good friends in the first place.

"We would start the video and I would say, 'Hey bros, my name is Pewdiepie!'... Then-Then at the end, we would brofist and say 'Bro day everyday'... and..."

"....Pewds?"

Pewdiepie's eyes snapped open, looking up in response to his name. There were no traces of rage or insanity left in the bewildered gaze that settled upon him now, the dagger now dangling at his side and loosely held in his left hand. Hope soared in the Swedish player's heart, knowing Cry had to of remembered him.

"Cry! It's me bro! It's me, Pewdiepie!" The blond gamer cried, a grin quickly replacing the tear stained frown he had been wearing. Pushing himself up, he ran towards Cry, unable to stop himself from wanting to hug the friend he had thought he had lost forever.

Yet the grin was not returned. Instead Cry jerked back suddenly, trying to get away from the blond gamer, only to cause what they had both feared all along.

Pewd's eyes widened, and instead of running forward to embrace his friend, he was now sprinting as hard as he could to reach the other gamer before he toppled out of the window and plunged into the darkness below.

"CRY!"

The dark blue gaze was now terrified as he lost balance, unable to stop himself from crying out as he lost all ability to stand, and instead fell towards the abyss. Not even his hands could grab the window frame as he smashed through the remains of the glass, a few shards clawing painfully at his clothes as if, it too, was trying to stop him from falling. Time seemed to slow down, each second stretching out as they exchanged a final and desperate glance.

"PEWDS!"

Pewdiepie stretched his hand forward, reaching as far as he could to grab him, almost pushing himself out the window in hopes to save his friend.

Suddenly, he felt his hand snatch onto Cry's flailing one, his heart lurching as he succeeded. Yet as he tried to pull his falling friend away from the darkness below, the whole gamer felt himself starting to fall as well. He couldn't let go though. He had already failed once and lost Cry, he was never going to let it happen again.

Grabbing the edge of the window pane with his other hand, he hung there as Cry's only lifeline, unable to summon enough strength to pull his friend back through the window. It hurt enough to hang onto the window ledge with one hand, let alone support his injured bro as well.

Cry's hand felt too warm to be healthy and slick from blood, making it only harder to cling to the one person he was so determined not to let go of. Once again, Pewdiepie was at a loss of what to do, unable to physically pull his friend up, or mentally comprehend the other option, of letting go.

A quiet groan could be heard coming from his bro below, and the blond gamer could only imagine how much strain this was putting onto Cry on top of his other injuries. Neither of them could stay like this for much longer. Pewdie could only cringe at how useless he was once again.

".. Pewds.. Just.. let me go. I don't want you.. to die for me."

The light blue eyed gamer froze at the request, his mind unable to process what he had just heard. He twisted his head slightly to look down, and found Cry staring up at him, a look in his eyes more determined and alive then Pewdiepie had seen all his life.

"No can do bro. I'll never let you go again."

It took all he had to stop his voice from trembling, his hold on Cry only tightening in spite of it probably hurting his friend.

"Pewdiepie. Let go of me. Or I'm going to let go of you."

To be continued~