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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.

Pairing: None

Rating: PG 13+(Better safe than sorry)

Enjoy!
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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 if it offended him in someway. Everyone easily knew why though. Red was checking the lone server that stood not far from the chair, and hooked to the wall of monitors so everyone could see 'CyberSpace' within it, but it truly wasn't CyberSpace at all, if anything it was just a portion solely created for this battle, also served to prevent Virus from escaping if things went sour for him. Minx and Krism were helping Cry into the chair where he would spend the entire time on. And none of them even wanted to think how long that would be.

       Once he was laying back as comfortably as he could possibly feel, Minx had the unfortunate job of strapping him snugly against it. She let out a soft whimper as she placed one of his wrists against the soft yet sturdy cuff and secured it as tightly as she could without cutting off the blood circulation to his hand. Before she moved away to secure his ankles, the British gamer jumped slightly as a hand gently rested on hers. The hand was bigger and didn't at all feel like Krism's, so she looked out of the corner of her eyes and traced the arm that connected to the hand. Green fabric. She twitched and looked at Cry who had turned to face her. His mask covered his expression but on some level she knew he was trying to give her a reassuring smile.

       "I'm scared too."

       "You don't have to do this," Minx pointed out as she gave his hand a friendly squeeze, hoping to talk him out of it. He chuckled and squeezed her hand back in reassurance, turning away from her.

       "I know but it'll never stop if I don't try, will it?"

       "I suppose it won't."

       The British YouTuber sighed and went about to securing the rest of his limbs. She hated this, to see him do this and she knew damn well how obvious everyone else hated it. If only there was something more they could do to help him, then Cry wouldn't be risking his life on this suicide mission. She sighed and finished securing his legs before going around the chair to his free hand. As she grabbed his wrist to place into the cuff, Minx turned her head to glance at the others.

       Russ looked tired she noted, seeing him lean on rails to the small upstairs platform where it led to a fair sized kitchen. He had his arms on the railing, rubbing at the bridge of his nose wearily as he slightly leaned into Red's comforting hug. Minx's eyes then slid over to Scott and Snake as the two seemed to glare at the computer screen before them. Snake muttered something under his breath then slightly jumped when the other male thumped his arm with the back of his hand in slight retaliation without looking at him. She had to smirk at Snake's expression when he semi-glared at his friend then shrugged it off and muttered again. The British gamer was just looking over at Krism when she heard Cry mumble her name. She didn't turn, watching her love double check the server.

       "Minx..."

       "Hmm?" She kept her gaze on Krism, wanting to just forget the whole situation for a few seconds and just get lost in an almost dream like state as she watched her fuss over some random cable. She was sure Cry would understand that she needed this distraction for just a minute or two...

       The hand she held quickly slipped away then snatched at her wrist, gripping it tightly in one swift motion. Startled, Minx yipped at the painful grab, knowing Cry would never hurt her or any of them unless he was terrified or something was very wrong. She turned to see what it was and came face to face with Cry's mask...

       Only it wasn't his anymore.

       The mask was only a twisted parody of the poker faced one. Deep black scribbles circled the eyes chaotically; and the mouth -if it could be called that- was nothing more than a jagged, toothy smile that was scrawled in place by unsteady hands. What scared Minx more was the eyes surrounded by all the scribbles. They flashed bright red as Cry leered at her, making her shriek in shock. 'That's not Cry!' She reminded herself as the rest of the crew twisted in place to see what happened.

       Mad had paid a visit.

       "Why don't you turn those lovely eyes to me, Minxy?" The double purred darkly, the mask smiling wider as he tightened his grip on her wrist, making her yelp again in pain, "What's the matter, love? Don't see me and Cry as sexy anymore?"

       Click!

       Mad chuckled as a barrel of a gun was pressed against his temple, keeping Minx trapped as she pulled on her arm to get free of his grasp. He wasn't the least shaken at the sight of the weapon as he turned and pressed the mask against the barrel, grinning up at Snake in the eyes. He knew it unnerved the man, to stare directly at him as his red eyes flashing with barely contained blood lust. "Hello there, friend. Come to play with me? You'll have to wait, Minxy seems to be in a kinky mood." He giggled as the British woman growled and jerked on her arm.

       "The hell I am, you bloody freak! I'll kill you if you don't let go!"

       "Ooh, is that a promise? I love you too, my bloody murderer."

       Snake growled and pressed the gun further against Mad's face. "Let her go. Or I'll give you another hole to breathe out of."

       Red gasped as she and the others gathered close. "Snake, you can't shoot him! You'll kill Cry too!"

       Russ was quick to put a hand on his friend's shoulder to get him to look at him and firmly told him to put the weapon down, but the man didn't waver. Instead, he kept his gaze and gun steady, even as that god awful stare creeped him out. He didn't want to yet he still saw Cry in Mad; still saw that innocent man trapped by possession but he kept himself steady. There was no way in hell he was going to let this madman win.

       "Snake, put the gun down."

       Mad stared at him, tilted his head almost innocently as if to study him then the mask's grin grew wider. He chuckled lightly then laughed. "You're actually serious in keeping that promise to him aren't you?"

       Scott looked confused. "Wait... what promise?"

       "Oh that's right, they never told you any of you, huh?"

       "They didn't need to know." Snake snapped as the insane counterpart of their friend continued laughing; completely ignoring the man's warning growl, Mad began to tease the group with the news.

       "Your cheeky chums here made a cute little pact! A bloody one at that. I'm pretty proud actually."

       "Shut up!"

       "What pact?"

       "A pretty good one! Say, did Cry ever request how he wanted to-?" Mad went on giggling, enjoying situation.

       "I promised Cry that I would kill him, if he couldn't regain control from Mad or if Mad hurt or attempted to hurt one of us!" Snake finally confessed, managing a flinch when the group gasped and Mad laughed again. The Late Night Crew looked at each other in horror, letting the information sink in. Had Cry gone to such extremes to protect them? Go as far as to ask one of his own friends to kill him if he lost total control in secret? They couldn't believe it, almost rejected the idea but then it was Cry. They knew the dangers he carried but perhaps they didn't really realize the full impact of what could happen and their masked friend had taken measures to ensure their safety. Whether they liked it or not, he would go beyond normal means to make sure he would end the threat. Or at least one of them.

       Of all things, Snake wanted nothing more than to fire his weapon then just fall right down and cry at the thought of taking a good friend's life to save him. He didn't want to, god he didn't want to think of it but Cry trusted him. Knew that Snake would take situation serious and not withdraw at such a request. And that was what Snake hated about himself, that he wouldn't back away and flinch. That he would indeed kill Cryaotic in order to quell one problem.

       Mad grinned at their distraction and took full advantage of it. With Minx's wrist still trapped in his grasp, the darker double yanked the woman over and nudged the mask aside a bit with his fist seconds before Minx practically fell on him. And with that done, Mad did the unthinkable in front of the entire Crew.

       He stole a harsh kiss from the British gamer, grinning as she pulled away and shrieked in embarrassment and disgust. It even caught Snake off guard enough to pull the gun back. He just jerked aside to avoiding firing the weapon and hitting Minx by accident, eyes wide to take in what Mad had done. It was exactly what the madman was going for; riling her up to peak her temper and watch her rage. He always found it attractive at how fast the Brit could go violent and actually enjoyed her laughter in those videos of Murder. He flashed Minx an insane grin as she aimed her fiery gaze at him and clenched her fists as she wrenched herself free of him.

       "Y-you! You did not seriously just kiss me!"

       "Ohhh.. I seriously did, my sexy Minx." He licked his lips and made a kissy face at her, smiling as she made a strangled sound that ended with a growl. "You have such a dark taste about you... Did you enjoy it?"

       "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

       "Promise?"

       "Minx wait!" Red yelled out too late, realizing what Mad had planned.

       Minx snarled, balled her hand into a fist and fired it at Mad, blind with rage for just a split second. And in that same second, Mad smiled darkly and thrust control back to Cry -

       "Agh... Damnit Mad, you doing that makes me..." Cry grumbled dizzily, dazed from having control again so suddenly.

       -just before the fiery woman's fist hit him dead on, cracking and sending the mask flying off.

       "AWK!" The YouTuber screamed, his hand flying up to press where Minx's fist had slammed against. He writhed on the chair, twisting in place as the pain still coursed through his face and black dots danced at the edge of his vision. "WHAT THE FLYING FUCK!?"

       At hearing the masked gamer shriek then rage in pain, Minx's own anger vanished from shock before her hands flew up to cover her mouth, appalled by her own actions. “Oh my god...” she whispered in horror. “I can't believe I did that...” Mad had tricked her into giving acting out with her temper and knew full well that she would attack him but practically threw Cry under the Minx bus to take the hit. That was his plan, to make Cry suffer, if only for a little bit and he did so enjoy watching and creating pain on others. “Cry, I'm so sorry...! I-I-... oh hell... I knew- I knew what he was doing and I-!” The British woman babbled, flustered at what had just happened and stumbling over her words to explain; but stopped short when Cry held up his hand to get her to quiet down before pressing it back to the bruise on his cheek.

       “I... I think I got the idea...” He muttered, still rubbing his cheek gingerly and wincing as the pain continued to linger. He ran his tongue over his teeth as he worked his jaw to see if anything was broken. The pain sharpened at the movements but he didn't feel if anything was broken or chipped, so he deemed he was fine, if only bruised. He pressed his hand back against his cheek and grimaced, “Damn you hit hard, Minxy... What did he do this time to piss you off that much?”

       The group looked at each other then at him, lifting brows. “You... you don't know?”

       Cry shook his head, “No. Was it really that bad?” he asked, then his eyes went to Minx, who rubbed her wrist absently and noticed the forming bruises. He tensed at the sight, “I... Mad didn't hurt anyone.. did he?” He looked to Snake to question him and saw the gun drawn, his blue eyes widen more in fear at the conclusion that dawned on him. The other man blinked then cursed softly, having forgotten the weapon was in his hands and quickly went to holster it. “I did, didn't I? I hurt Minx.”

       MangaMinx thrust her arms behind her in vain attempt to hide her shaking hands and bruising, looking everywhere else but Cryaotic. The rest of the crew were silent for a bit, trying to piece together in what to say about the events that happened. The masked YouTuber took it as a silent confirmation that he had indeed hurt her and closed his eyes in shame, making a pained sound of guilt. He had felt Mad stirring before he took over, he tried to warn them... but failed. He could have done more, could have fought Mad's control that much more fiercely.

       “You see? This is why I need to do this. I'm too weak to even stop Mad now... I let him hurt someone...” he whispered almost painfully on the verge of tears.  “Oh Minx... I'm so sorry...”

       Snake sighed at the negativity practically drowning everyone in the room, listening to Cry murmur the same sentence over and over until he felt something was off. He almost... heard laughter, quiet and very faint but there. He listened more carefully to his friend's words, something nagged at him about the words. Then he caught on.

       “Wait, Cry... didn't you say that you didn't know what happened?”

       “Yeah, but I honestly don't want to know what he did to Minx... all I need to know is that he hurt her through me...”

       Scott frowned, also catching on. “But he didn't, Cry.”

       “What?”

       Minx blushed brightly in embarrassment, bringing her arms back into view as she rubbed her wrist, where the finger marked bruises were forming. “He... uh.. he didn't hurt me much, per-say.” Her face turned a deeper shade of red as Cry gazed at her, worry, anguish, caution and a very bit of hope warred in his eyes. “He... Mad... kissed me...”

       The brunet YouTuber tilted his head in confusion and suspicion, “He did what?” When she remained silent, he pressed his question. “Minx... what did he do to you, if he didn't hurt you?”

       “He kissed me...”

       Cry jerked his head back in both horror and shock, “What?!” Well there was something you don't see everyday.

       Krism looked upset but crossed her arms under her bust, scowling. “The jerk kissed my bebeh.”  

       “Are you fucking kidding me?!”

       “Nope. The bloody wanker caught my arm when I wasn't looking and kissed me.” Minx replied with a scowl, then looked concerned, “I didn't think he could shift control that fast... he never had done it before.”

       “But why would he-? I thought...”

       Snake frowned further and tapped his fingers on his arm from where he crossed them over his chest. “Don't you find it odd, Cry? You don't know what happened when Mad took over and yet we all know he enjoys letting you see everything to torment you. But he kept that away from you this time. He made you think it was worse than it was by letting you think he hurt Minx.”

       “Worse for me... you weren't the one that got kissed, Snake.”

       He only smirked briefly before going back to his serious self as realization dawned on the masked YouTuber. “It was a set up.”

       Cry let the information sink then gritted his teeth, ignoring the pain that shot from his cheek and exploded in anger. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!? MAD YOU SON OF-!” He raged before his voice dropped off and his right eye flashed red briefly, signifying Mad had taken partial control. The knife loving maniac laughed, smiling as he felt the pain pulse.

       “Aww, they found me out. Still it came out like I hoped, Cry nearly cried... hahahaha! Cry cried!” He licked his lips at Minx, grinning as both her and Krism bristled at the act. “A painful right hook, Minxy. Did it feel good to hurt him? Want to hit Cry again? Or you want to hit me? Oooh, I hope its me!”

       “You-!”

       “Masochist freak!” Cry snapped at his darker twin, shoving his double aside for control, angry that he was tricked all for Mad to enjoy his torment. “What is wrong with you?!"

       "All of me is wrong with me! Ahahaha! I am called MAD for a reason! What did you expect me to be? Sane?" Mad crowed, grinning sharply at the Late Night Crew, who stepped back collectively. Now that their friend no longer had his mask, they could clearly see his face, or rather... Mad's face. And it wasn't a pretty sight to them. His eyes, a pastel shade of blue, were bright with nothing else but insanity. They were wide, his pupils were pinpricks against the mass of blue and devoid of any emotion but twisted glee of whatever happened to run through his mind. It was very unnerving and unsettling to see the two different shades of blue eyes on the YouTuber's face. What scared them most was it was paired with a sharp and maniacal grin. That was one thing that hardly changed on Mad's face... his smile. He always smiled.

       It was when he isn't smiling that people should fear most.

       When Mad stops smiling... it means that he didn't want to 'play' with you anymore. And victims tend disappear a lot faster when he isn't in a playful mood.

       "Aww, look at all of you so scared of me! Stop, you're making me blush!" the blood loving twin giggled, then his grin turned cat like as Cry grumbled at how he wanted to just break Mad's teeth if only to shut him up. "You all have something planned... Cry boy here is blocking me from it... so it has to be very vital if even I can't see it through him."

       "Yeah, like I'm gonna tell you what it is, you twisted fuck." Cry growled lowly as Mad looked at the cuffs and tugged on them, before setting his gaze on the wall of monitors. His pale eye swept over the room, his smile never wavering as he took in everything. Then did something that shocked the group a second time.

       He settled onto the chair, didn't yank or pull on the cuffs to free himself. Just closed his eyes and hummed softly. "I like this chair... remind me to get one for me use later. Unless... you plan on just killing Cry while he's helplessly strapped here?"

       "Of course not!" Red snapped, glaring at him even though Russ settled his hand on her shoulder, his body ready to restrain her if Mad riled her up enough to attack him herself. "We're not barbaric as you, just going around and killing people while they're defenseless!"

       Mad kept his eyes closed and let out a slow and dark laugh. "Red... such a pretty color, a lovely shade of blood... If you think that is barbaric then you honestly have no damn idea of what its really like." He chuckled, turning his head to focus his pale eye at her only. "No no no, sweetie... What I do is barbaric. They're only toys to me. I choose them, use them then break them in a way I please. I chase down my victims... I play with them, make them think they have a chance when they have none at all. It's so much fun to see them tremble as they hear my laughs and taunts as I follow them, watching them trip and stumble over each other in exhaustion." He kept giggling, smiling in memory of those he killed, "I enjoy torturing them, Red. Its like holding a slab of meat over a chained dog dying of starvation, just out of his reach. I dangle their lives and freedom of escape in front of them in the same fashion. I kill them slowly, drive them to near madness of my level. Make them wish death would be swift but I keep them alive for the sheer love of seeing them in pure agony. THAT way of killing is truly barbaric."
       
       "Monster." the woman whispered shakily, staring at Mad in horror. How could he speak of those things with a smile and feel nothing for those poor people? The answer was simple really. Mad has lost nearly all of his sanity, and whatever was left merely twisted his view of the world to be that of a game. No right or wrong, but purely fun on the expense of others.

       "Thank you Red, such a kind compliment!" He purred, smirking as Red turned pale at his description. Ignoring Russ's death glare for it, Mad focused his gaze at Scott, who had in the time wandered from the group and sat ridged at the computers. He turned away and closed his eyes, settling into the chair once more and drifting to let Cry take over enough to let him hear what is going on but still speak to the others. "But if you're not going to kill him, then all the more fun for me. I'd be disappointed if you killed him before I did, plus, gives me a chance to plan all my games out for each and every one of you. It'll be fun. But I'll leave you guys to it now, friends... Someone check on Scotty there, his posture suggests he saw something scary... ooh, I wonder what it is?"

       "That's 'who' it is, you knife wielding maniac." a corroded and warped voice griped from the speakers. The monitors on the wall displayed a swirl of data that reformed itself into another mirror image of Cryoatic. He glared at Mad from his only visible eye from his broken mask before looking to the Late Night Crew and smiled coldly, "I got the message, Cryaotic... Are you absolutely sure you want to go down this path?"

       Cry's right eye flashed red again briefly as Mad returned in interest. "Ah, a new game to play?" he asked eagerly. He was always up for a new game to play, he hoped it was a bloody one.

       The YouTuber snatched control back from his darker self before he expressed any further interest and ignored Virus for a moment, staring up at the ceiling of their command center. Everything was riding on this plan... he had to come out on top... or at least give these two pains in the ass hell before he let them take his body. He inhaled deeply... then exhaled, strengthening his resolve.

       "Yes."

       "Then so be it."
Right then, Chapter one! (Fucking finally, I know.) In this one... obviously is when Mad drops by, (especially those that saw the Sneak Peek). He causes trouble, no shit, and shows just how craft he can be. i'm sorry, I do end up getting off track in this chapter, writing Mad is fun and I kinda got carried away with it but in the end, it makes up for an extra long chappy and got to explore how Mad thinks and plans... somewhat.

Anyway... Next Chapter is Virus' turn. Not sure how long that will be... so i may end up shifting to the actual beginning of the battle. And bring in Anti-Cry. I'm totally sure, I tend to write and make it up as I go. XD; Not a good idea, but then it happens. ^^;

Anyways, I hop you guys enjoy this chapter! I made you guys wait long enough for the first damn chapter. XD

Prologue

Chapter 2 - coming soon
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Art - :iconthelegendoflink:

Anti-Cry belongs to :iconalivoir:

Cry - :iconcryaotic:

Mad and Virus - whomever made them

Story by me - :iconevilvixen05:


---EDIT 1---

Welp, since I finished, posted and edited it a little bit in the middle of the night, while playing Pokemon Y and RPing... There were a lot of mistakes I decided to fix. Or at least the obvious ones I saw, now I'm not exactly top notch in punctuation, so please excuse me if there are those kinds of mistakes but didn't fix them. I didn't see and wouldn't mind having someone point them out to me in a note. :3 

But yeah, I even added a bit more to the chapter that came to me as I edited. 

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Now... I WILL make it CLEAR that I'm not a shipping type. I only ship those that are natural or make sense. Like Cryenne and the like. I will tease at those ships but that's it. Ships like PewdieCry (lovers sense), Crycest, CinnamonCry and the like... no. I don't ship those. At least not in the way of lovey-dovey/horny as hell way. I will ship those as friendship and nothing above that. I can tease a little in those ships but never actually do anything of the sort. Its just me using it as a bit of a joke. xD

I don't hate them, they're just not my cup of tea, you know? I do like reading them that has reason or plot besides mindless fucking. 

Just don't ask me to write ship fics, I'm not comfortable doing any of the sort. I'm not really good a romance stuff. So... yeah. XD;
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NotAnArtist7890 Featured By Owner May 29, 2014
I like this.
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EvilVixen05 Featured By Owner May 29, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
:D Glad you likes! ^^ I hope to keep making my readers happy. :3
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demi-lune4 Featured By Owner May 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
My god this is HHHGGNNNN
*heavy breathing*
Woah.
Wow.
No words to describe how much this is awesome.
cannotevenSpaz attack 
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EvilVixen05 Featured By Owner May 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
XD Really? I typed that in like... half a day (with distractions), but cool. :3 Glad you like it. lol

Ah, Mad was so much fun to write and ooh, I feel happy in making others happy at reading! ~:heart:
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demi-lune4 Featured By Owner May 29, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
And I'm happy that you are happy about making us happy! XD
Your texts always makes everyone happy~
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EvilVixen05 Featured By Owner May 29, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
SO MUCH HAPPY!

ARE YOU HAPPEH!?

XD No shit, I'm happy. :3 I like makig worlds and letting others see what's in my mind at times. And I enjoy looking into others' worlds of the same thing. :D
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:iconohuplz:
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Witchmiester185 Featured By Owner May 28, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is awesome!!! :D
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EvilVixen05 Featured By Owner May 28, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
lol Thanks, glad you enjoyed how the chapter is. XD I enjoyed writing Mad a little too much.
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Witchmiester185 Featured By Owner May 28, 2014  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks to you, I'm thinking of writing a disaster fan-fiction with Cry and the others in it.
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