Trouble In Terrorist Town - PewdieCry fanfiction

Pewdiepie opened his eyes to find himself outside on a patch of wild grass that obviously hadn’t been cut in a while. He stood up and noticed that in one hand there was a pistol and in the other a crowbar, he was familiar with this from the game, something else he was familiar with was the layout of the screen. It was like it was on his computer screen but wherever he looked it followed him around, much like the Oculus Rift. He sighed before taking a better look around him. In front of him was some rundown buildings, to his left was more rundown buildings and to the right there were more buildings, these were white and had metal stairs leading to the roof, like in one of the maps he had played in before. Most things seemed the same as in the game but there was one obvious difference that Pewds knew oh too well. At least one of them wasn’t coming out of this place.
Pewds decided to explore around a bit, he walked forward to the buildings in front of him. He didn’t get far before he heard a familiar voice,
“Pewdie! Hey, friend! Wait up!”
Pewdie turned to look at his good friend. Not too far away from him was Cry, he was running from the buildings to the left where he had obviously ‘spawned’.
“Cry, I so glad you’re here.” Pewds smiled.
It quickly faded though, as he noticed that Cry was holding his gun at him. He was trying to be discrete, but Pewdie still noticed. He also noticed that, subconsciously, he had been doing the same.
“You’re not the traitor right? I’m not the traitor, please tell me your not” Cry blurted out.
Pewds shook his head and smiled back.  
“How about we stay together? I’ll watch your back and you watch mine. Sound good?”
Cry nodded enthusiastically.
“So, what next sir?”
“Well, we sho-“
Suddenly, Pewdie’s sentence was cut short by an earsplitting sound.
A gunshot.
The sound came from the buildings in front of them.
“What was that? Do you think the traitor has killed someone already?” Cry asked.
Pewds shrugged his shoulders,
“I dun’ know we should probably go check it out”.
Cry nodded, and quickly, they ran towards the source of the sound.
They both stood at the front of an abandoned house. The front door seemed to be missing, leaving an empty door frame in its stead. They don’t waste any time and briskly walked into the house and to the stairs. The sight that met them there was something terrible.
Minx lay on the stairs; her head was flopped back, giving a clear view of the gunshot positioned on her neck. There was blood, a lot of it, flooding down the stairs like a thick, crimson waterfall, and trailing a deep red line down her pale face. Her feet were facing the top of the stairs, suggesting that was where she had stood, before being rudely shot down and on the landing before her, stood Sp00n.
He was very shook up. His face was pale and his knees clattered together fearfully. Tears were in his eyes. He seemed to be the worst adjusted to the rules of the game. Cry ran up to Minx and knelt by her. Pewdie walked past them both, up the stairs towards Sp00n.
“I th-thought she w-was the tr-traitor, she is a g-good liar I thought… I thought it was her. I’m innocent though! I’m innocent!”
Sp00n grabbed Pewdie’s shoulders and stared pleadingly into his eyes.
“You have to believe me! I’m not the traitor! I thought she was the traitor but she wasn’t! Please Felix!”
Pewds just looked back at him, blankly, as Sp00n’s blood spattered onto his face. His instantly lifeless corpse flew back to the floor at the force of the shot. Uneasily, Pewdie turned to face Cry who stood a couple of feet to his left, gun still pointing to where Sp00n’s head had been only moments before.
To their dismay, Sp00n had been telling the truth. He was innocent.
“You…didn’t even… hesitate…”
Cry and Pewds both swung round at the same time to see Ken standing before them. He had witnessed the whole thing.
“You would have done the same Ken, don’t lie” Pewdie pointed out quietly.
“We couldn’t risk it. And I did it fast so he wouldn’t suffer; it was the humane thing to do.” Cry added, justifying his actions the best he could.
Ken lifted his gun and pointed it at Cry. His hands were shaking, making the gun’s barrel rattle around unsteadily.
“You didn’t even hesitate, that is a quality of a killer!” Ken nearly shouted.
He pulled the trigger.
Cry closed his eyes tightly and was met with a blinding pain in his arm. The bullet had ripped through his jacket sleeve but only skimmed his arm. A little blood trickled though the torn material. Cry exclaimed in pain and grabbed the wound with his other hand tightly.
“What did you do?! Don’t shoot Cry! He can’t be the traitor… he is too nice!” Pewdie yelled out before shooting Ken in the upper rib.
Ken fell to his knees, and then to his right and lay lifeless on the stone cold floor. His eyes wide open in shock and blood poured out of the wound in his side. Pewdie rushed over to catch an extremely stunned Cry as his legs gave way beneath him.
“Cry! Are you ok?! We need to fix this wound…”
Pewdie looked around for something he could use. Eventually, his eyes fell on Ken. Getting up and kneeling beside him Pewdie mumbled softly,
“I’m sorry Ken… I had to…”
He then closed Ken’s eyes before ripping off a bit of his jacket, then he hurried back to Cry, who was looking around in horror at the blood stained room. Pewdie bandaged his arm as best he could, then the two of them left the building together.
“This just leaves SeaNanners…” Pewds stated sombrely.
Cry nodded in response.
“We should go up there,” Cry pointed to the white buildings, “it will give us a better visual.”
So, they made their way up the black metal staircases which lead to the roof.  
“This place brings back memories; this is where you gained Ken and I’s trust before shooting Ken in the back and killing me.” Cry laughed.
“Yeah, I didn’t think Ken had survived but he came up and killed me!” Pewds replied laughing too.
“It was so much more fun when it was only a game…” Cry said his optimistic attitude dampened. Pewds nodded in agreement and sighed. Not long passed before they heard the clang of the stairs once more. SeaNanners appeared at there soon after, his hands held up.
“Don’t shoot!”
Nanners cautiously made his way to the two of them, who had their guns pointed at him. Once he got near enough he put his hands down and got out his gun, ready.
“As you can probably guess, one of us is the traito-”
BANG!
Nanners fell to the ground, unable to even finish his sentence. Cry glanced from the fresh corpse to the smoking gun held in Pewdie’s hand.  
A few moments pass… And in those moments everything was silent. No movement was made. Nothing happened at all.
Cry’s face went from confusion to dismay fairly quickly once he realised.
“P-Pewdie… no…”
His voice was distressed and quaking. Before Cry could do anything Pewds swung around, knocking Cry’s gun from his hand and kicking him to his knees. He walked closer to him and held his gun to his head.
“W-Why Pewds?! Why would you save me if you were just going to kill me anyway?”
Pewdie laughed spitefully,
“Can’t you see? I used you. I mean, what traitor would join a pact? What traitor would save an innocent? It was all a trick!”
“So… I was just a pawn in your chess game? Is that all I was to you?” Cry questioned, the hurt clear in his voice. “And now you don’t need me so you will just ‘dispose’ of me?”
“Cry, in a situation like this, it is kill, or be killed.” Pewdie retorted.
Sighing, Cry closed his eyes,
“Well, for me, please do it quickly so I don’t have to suffer.”
Silently, he awaited his fate.
There was a clang of metal on concrete which caused Cry’s eyes to snap open. Sure enough there, by his knee, was Pewdie’s gun. He looked up to see his friend close to tears.
Pewdie fell to his knees.
“I couldn’t do it… why couldn’t I do it? I couldn’t kill you Cry that is why I saved you from Ken earlier. I didn’t want you to die!”
He up down at Cry with an expression that he wasn’t used to seeing on Pewdie’s face.
“But I don’ wanna die either!” He exclaimed.
Cry quickly wrapped his arms around Pewdie and hugged him tight.
“It’s ok, friend…” Cry comforted.  
Pewdie’s limp arms swayed across the floor by their knees, but something was missing. Pewdie tensed up and his eyes widened. As soon as he did, he felt the end of a gun at the back of his head.
“…Cry…” Pewdie said, rather calmly considering the situation.
“I’m sorry, but like you said, it’s kill of be killed.” Cry replied, not loosening his grip around his friend.
Pewdie didn’t reply.
“Goodnight, friend…”
“Wait!” Pewds yelped before Cry could finish.
“Make sure to remember…”
“Remember what?”
“Remember… September”.
BANG!
As soon as the gun was fired, a popup came up saying: ‘Innocents Wins’, not that Cry could really see it clearly through his tears.
“Why?!”
Cry clung on to the back of his friend’s jacket so hard that his knuckles where white. The gun was now on the floor and he was hugging him tightly with both his hands.
“Why would you say something like that just before you died?!” He shouted.
Angry, upset and alone, all Cry could do was cry.  The tears flooded from his eyes. His hands and arms were covered in blood and the fronts of his shins were drowning in the warm red puddle that had accumulated around them. Pewdie’s face was as pale as Cry’s mask, his back completely covered with his own blood and his muscles had gone limp. The only thing holding him up was Cry.
SeaNanners sat up and cringed at the sight before him. He stood, his back was covered in his own blood but his wound had completely healed like nothing had happened. He walked over to Cry, who was living up to his namesake. He put his hand onto his shoulder reassuringly,
“You did good, don’t worry ab-”
“Don’t worry about it Cry? Is that what you were going to say?” Cry blabbered out, almost snapping.
“N-no…” Nanners stammered, “I’m… sorry…”
Tears continued to flood down Cry’s face, and couldn’t stop them. Sp00n, Minx and Ken all found their way to the tragic trio. It wasn’t too hard; they just followed the sounds of Cry’s wailing.  Nothing had to be said. They all knew what had happened, well, half of it at least. The only sound was Cry.  Ken came and took over from where SeaNanners was failing. He got Cry to loosen his grip on Pewds and hugged him instead. The others laid Pewdie on the concrete floor and there was silence, apart from Cry’s occasional whimper.
When Cry opened his eyes he saw that Ken was becoming transparent, he broke away from him and looked around desperately. They were all vanishing. All except Pewds.
He still laid there, stone cold.
Cry flung around and grabbed onto Pewdie’s hand,
“No! We can’t leave him here! No!”
Everyone was fading more and more, including Cry much to his alarm. He continued to hold tightly onto his best friend’s hand until he was completely gone, leaving Pewdiepie alone.