Project: Royal Rumble - PrologueProject: Royal Rumble - Prologue4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A/N: Another attempt at writing Cry and others. I'm still not quite used to writing them, so if they're acting OOC (out of character) then I'm sorry. I'm still learning and pretty rusty in terms of writing fics and stuff.
Rating: PG 13+(Better safe than sorry)
Enjoy and let me know what you think of it.
The soft tapping of rapid finger movement on a keyboard sounded loud in the silence of the room full of equipment. It held several computer stations, a fridge, basic living utilities and a few cots scattered at one corner. But the most unusual piece of the room was the lone chair that sat by a wall of monitors; the chair itself resembled of one from a dentist's office and next to that was some hospital equipment. If nothing else, the room looked as if it belonged in a bunker or underground command center of some sci-fi movie. A group of people milled about that room as well, but kept silent as the typin
PewdieCry: Dream of the Blood Moon (Piece 1)A/N: Yes, it's a PewdieCry story (though mostly focused on Cry) No, there is no pairing. I rather not do anything too extreme on a first time writing of the two. Um, enjoy.PewdieCry: Dream of the Blood Moon (Piece 1)1 year ago in Horror More Like This
Rating- PG-13 (I suppose, better safe than sorry)
Cry had no idea how long he had been running in this god forsaken dream from that... thing. It was just relentless and that shriek of it. He shuddered at the thought of it. No, no I will not think about that. He stopped and hid himself behind a tree, resting against it as he lifted his mask to sit on his forehead and allowed himself the luxury to gulp in fresh air. Cry hoped that Pewdie and that girl they ran into in this dream were safe. According to the girl, the – Render Woman, Slenderman's wife, demon bitch, whatever the fuck that thing was – had been chasing after her. She had no idea why it was chasing her though but she had to get six tears to make it stop. Of course both gamers, being how
The Last of Us ~ Cry(Warning: 13+ for strong language. Please enjoy the finished portion!)The Last of Us ~ Cry1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Ow! Hey!" Cry yelled as he ducked behind a few rusty barrels and the open doorway that led to the second floor veranda. A few gun shots from a bandit whistled past the pair; though a few scratched and chipped away the edge of his poker faced mask. He heard Ellie growl in frustration as she fired at the man while Cry himself also squeezed a few shots at the greedy male, still wincing from the scratches he earned from a few scuffles earlier. It took a couple of minutes but Cry was able to strike the other man's chest with a shot, getting him out of their hair. "There!" The masked gamer griped, reloading his weapon and keeping low in case there were others then straightened his posture when he heard no one else at the moment. He looked over his shoulder and threw the young teenager with him a smile, moving the mask enough to let her see the smile, as they jogged over to the next door that would lead them back o
Project: Royal Rumble Chapter 1 - Enter the MadProject: Royal Rumble Chapter 1 - Enter the Mad3 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A/N: So sorry for the mega delay on posting this! I had a good chunk of this written out before and wrote a little at a time when I had the time. (Mostly distracted by other things and kinda got lazy, sorry) But I wrote the rest of it yesterday and just finished it and am posting this now.. in the middle of the night. Go me. XD I'm still not quite used to writing the Late Night Crew, so if they're acting OOC (out of character) then I'm sorry. I'm still learning and pretty rusty in terms of writing fics and stuff.
Rating: PG 13+(Better safe than sorry)
Chapter 1 - Enter the Mad
Russ Money watched over the group as they set about making sure all the systems and equipment were good to go before they would even allow Cry to sit on that dentist chair. Scott and Snake were at one of the computers typing a message; well Scott was typing it and the mostly silent and gruff man glared at the computer as i