Cry had shown Felix in and took him on a tour of the house. Felix took an interest in Cry’s mask, and his bedroom, glancing around, smiling. It was very… Cozy. Tan walls, white, clean carpet, and a gently humming ceiling fan with posters on the walls of various games, and a large ‘sup dude on the bed. He found that cute… The bed was messy, though, so the ‘sup dude was upside down. Still cute, and it was to be expected that the room would be dirty since he had just woke him up.
Felix’s stomach growled right as they finished the tour, in the kitchen. Cry laughed quietly at the sound. “That
Cry had been waiting patiently all day, knowing Pewds wouldn't be there for a long time. He had just been keeping himself busy all day long. Now he was just sitting on the couch with half closed blue eyes. He had put his mask somewhere, and couldn't remember where. It's not like it mattered, though. He was at home.
He didn't need to wear it at home. He didn't really wear it in public, either, though. He just kind of had it. No one knew what he looked like from the internet anyway, so wearing his mask would just be a red sign saying 'I AM CRY'.
He yawned softly, rubbing his eyes as they got heavier. He just kept thinking about Fe
Pewdie was just walking out the door. He had already packed as much as he could into one suitcase, and one carry-on. He slipped outside through the front door, opening the trunk of his car, putting his suitcase and carry-on inside. He took s deep breath, and smiled, going back inside to get his keys. He grabbed them, then walked out, locking the front door, and unlocking his car, getting it. He closed the car door, and started it, backing out of the driveway, looking behind him. He let out a happy sigh, then drove out of the neighborhood, and to the airport.
He parked at the airport and got his bags out, locking the car. He went in,
Cry unlocked his shiny, black Lexus, opening the door and slipping into the black leather seat. The interior was all black, except for the dashboard, which was silver. He pushed the 'Turn car on' button next to the steering wheel and listened to the hum of the car starting. He backed out of his driveway after shutting his door, then he drove down the street. He was wondering about what he should eat while thinking about Felix at the same time. He hummed softly, smiling, looking around.
He spotted a McDonalds. He didn't really love their food, but it was better than nothing. He went through the drive-through, getting a small coke, tw
Trollmegle Chat/rp. :3 by Minkleminkle, literature
Literature
Trollmegle Chat/rp. :3
▲: NAK
▼:
▲: NAK NAK
▼: --> What is "NAK" supposed to mean, little budy? -->
▲: Um.
▲: I don't actually know. :3~
▼:
▲: Tss. : o~
▲: Uhm. So, what's your name?~ :3
▼:
▼: --> What is yours? Humans? Who is Humans?
▲: Oh, well they're ssome other sspeciess on another planet.~
▼: --> Oh. Alternia's colony? -->
▲: They're on earth. : o~
▼:
▲: -Shakes his head.- Nuh-uh.~
▼: *checks his compass once again*
▼:
▲: -Looks confused. Sits down.- Okay. :3~
▼: --> So, Sedoke, how are you in this possibly alright afternoon?
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A PewDieCry Fanfic Chapter 2 by Minkleminkle, literature
Literature
A PewDieCry Fanfic Chapter 2
Cry wasn't very productive that day. For some reason, it seemed like the day was going in slow motion. Perhaps it was because he was going to play Bloody Trapland with one of his best friends tonight. He was almost surprised about how excited he was as he glanced down at his pocket, anticipating another call from his Swedish friend. His eyes widened as his phone rang; it had startled him, considering he had been staring at it, zoned out for the most part. He paused, then pulled it out of his pocket, not bothering to look at the caller I.D as he answered it. “Hi,” he answered.
“Hi, Ryan!” a shrill fe
Cry yawned, just waking up in his comfortable bed. He turned his body over, sliding the sheets and blankets off of his slim, yet muscular body. He stood up, then shook his head, trying to shake the sleepiness off. He had slept for ten hours, yet he was still sleepy... He peered at the clock. Eleven A.M. ''S pretty good..,' He thought, opening his wooden bathroom door, stepping off of his warm carpet and onto the cold, white tile floor. He felt a shudder go through him and goosebumps completely cover his body. 'Oh, god. Why's it so cold?' He shivered, hugging himself, then opening the bathroom closet, pulling out a black towel, setting