Chapter 1: First Introductions
It was a cold, crisp night as the young brunette walking toward his home at the hour of 10 at night. He’d just been out with several of his crew to a local bar and was slightly buzzed, for he stumbled now and then when he walked. He grumbled to himself about how he wish he’d brought a coat and how Russ had jeered at him for forgetting it. He huffed, rubbing his freezing arms that were covered by a thin cotton sweater of blue and white colors. “Damn me and my stupidity,” he cursed himself, shaking his head and pausing to adjust his mask that had almost fallen off by his awkward movement of his head. “I need to get home…”
He picked up the pace, only a block away from his home now and paused at the sound of movement behind him. He turned, swearing he saw someone move to hide somewhere. “Is someone there?” he called out, brilliant oceanic eyes searching for something, anything at all to show him he wasn’t going crazy. He waited a few moments, then turned back around and started forward, “I must’ve drank a bit too much…I’m hearing and seeing things…”
He watched the brunette walk the rest of the way home, heart pounding as he smirked. That had been close, too close in his opinion. He couldn’t get reckless now, he didn’t want to frighten him as it would ruin his chance to talk to his original. He sighed and turned away from watching him, leaning against the brick wall of the alley he’d hidden in. The brick feeling ice cold on his back, even with his dark blue hoodie on and a gray shirt beneath it. He closed his eyes, hand moving to his face and running his fingers through his unkempt brunette locks. God, this boy was going to be the death of him…that is…if he could die. He laughed to himself, fingers lightly tracing the stiches on his face and opened his eyes. Their blue-crimson orbs holding a darker meaning in them and he pushed himself up off the wall. Enough of this nonsense, he’d done his stalking for the night and would return to watch over the boy later. It was time to kill.
He licked his lips as he stared down at the dead girl, her eyes wide and mouth stuck forever in an ‘o’ shape. Her throat was slit and barely visible beneath her long, flowing straw colored hair. He licked the blood off the knife he held in his hand and turned away from her body. He’d had his fun with her and now to return to his wonderful boy that he could watch over more. He giggled, slipping from the apartment, but not unwatched. The computer in the corner had been left on and behind the screen, someone watched him. So, I’m not the only one watching over him…you’re the other boy… he thought to himself. He blinked and smirked, pleased to know it was another persona of his original…no. Of their original, now it was a matter of meeting them both and he knew exactly when and how to do so. He laughed slightly, neon blue eyes gleaming and vanished into the world of cyberspace again.
The brunette sighed, sitting at his computer with a cup of hot cocoa beside him and a nice, toasty warm hoodie on over his sweater. He was browsing Tumblr as usual with Skype open as he was messaging some of his friends and music playing softly in the background. He hummed to himself, and took a sip of his hot cocoa only to nearly drop his mug as the music suddenly turned itself up louder and started glitching out. “What the hell!?” he screamed, slamming his mug on the desk which caused it to splash all over his hand. He jumped away, cursing as the scalding hot drink burned his hand and tears stung his eyes. “Oh my dear Cry, my apologies for that,” said a voice that sounded scratchy and the music stopped. He froze, slowly looking at the computer screen and seeing it had changed. The background was white and blue electronic symbols surrounded the edges of the screen.
Cry stepped back, staring as the other suddenly formed himself before him. He was almost identical to him, except some minor changes. His eyes were a neon blue, electronic symbols all over in random places on his skin. He wore a light blue hoodie to match his eyes and a pair of gray jeans. He has a white mask just like Cry himself, except the little curl that came out of it was jutted and zigzagged. The mask itself was different, the face on it drawn different, the straight lipped face on Cry’s mask looked different on his other halves, the lips jagged at only the ends. It reminded him of a heart monitor and some electronic symbols of blue laces the edges of the mask at random. Around the boy, the air glitched slightly and he tilted his head. “Is something wrong Cry? You looks scared,” he said, then giggled, the giggle sounding like static.
“What the hell are you? How do you know who I am?” he breathed, looking bewildered.
“Why my dear Cry what a silly question. I am you Cry, and I know who you are because I am a virus program of yourself. My name is Virus, I am not here to hurt you, and I simply want to talk. I am intrigued by you as you are myself, I want to know you, and I’m sure he does as well,” purred Virus looking towards someone behind him.
Cry whipped around seeing yet another of himself and felt weak. The newcomer was a copy of Cry, just like Virus, but obviously branding differences. His eyes were a blue-crimson, skin slightly paler than the other two and his lips branded stitches at the ends. He wore a dark blue hoodie and lighter gray jeans than Virus. His mask was different from the other twos, white with the typical curl, but it was more wild and jagged than Virus’ mask. He had blood splattered all over him and a curious look in his eyes. He held a knife in one hand that dripped with somewhat fresh blood. “Why the fuck are you here with him?” he said in a low, deadly tone as he stared at the program and ignored Cry completely.
“Cry, meet Mad. He is your insane, psychopathic side and your secret stalker,” he introduced and the killer growled through gritted teeth.
“Shut up you fucker, I told you last time we met to stay the fuck away, he is mine,” snarled Mad. “I could kill you-”
“Not even you can kill a program, remember Mad, my dear boy~” he cooed and Mad glared.
Cry was silent as the two stood off, trying to process this all and felt overwhelmed. He felt himself let go and his eyes started to close as he fell over. He faintly heard the two yell out his name before it went silent.
“Please tell me you’re okay Cry…”said a voice as his eyes opened.
“Please tell me I was dreaming…”he groaned and saw the two standing over him. “And I take that back…this is definitely real.”
Mad chuckled as he sat up and Virus put a hand on his back as he did. “Take it easy Cry,” advised Virus as the original rubbed the back of his head.
“So…you two…are parts of me?” he asked, trying to understand.
“Yes, it is true what Virus says,” agreed Mad. “I’m your psychopathic side, I…I’m a killer. But I swear I’d never hurt you Cry, I promise. I just want to protect you I swear, and I won’t let anyone take you away or hurt you.”
“And I just want the same for you,” agreed Virus. “Plus we are your counterparts, we want to know you.”
“Well…I guess that makes sense…”agreed Cry, understanding their intentions. “I mean I guess you guys can get to know me and hang out?”
“Great! I’ll take the spare bedroom!” exclaimed Mad.
“W-WHAT?” exclaimed Cry as Mad stood up.
“Well I mean, I can’t keep you safe if I don’t keep you in my sights right? So I’m moving in!” exclaimed the boy happily and grinned at him, making him look crazy with the blood.
“If you’re gonna move in, then don’t be going around sporting blood please…”complained Cry and Mad nodded in understanding.
“I’ll clean myself just for you my dearest~” he hummed and Cry stood up, Virus still worrying over him.
“Yeah um…alright,” mumbled Cry awkwardly, still growing used to having two other versions of himself.
“Mad you shouldn’t kill around him or do creepy things,” advised Virus.
“Why not? He will get used to it,” retorted Mad, eyes narrowed.
“I don’t think it’s best for Cry.”
“You aren’t his father Virus, don’t make choices like that for him and myself and don’t you dare try limiting me.”
“I only want Cry to live happily in a stable environment.”
“And me killing people outside of his house is unstable? Pfft…please, feed me more garbage from your mouth.”
“You heard me.”
“Enough you two,” said Cry quietly, voice like silk as it quietly rang through the silenced room. “It’s fine Virus, so long as it’s outside of the house and he isn’t caught or harmed when he is home…I am not fond of the thought of him killing people, but…he is a killer after all and I don’t want to try to stop a killer…”
“Yes because you secretly want to join me,” cooed Mad in an obviously joking voice.
“What! No!” exclaimed Cry as he looked away.
“Mhmm, sure,” he chuckled and waved a hand as he turned and started toward the bedroom. “Alright well I am headed to bed. I’ll shower first though and burn my clothes tomorrow so that there is no evidence. I’ll go buy a new wardrobe tomorrow, but since I have no extra clothes…may I borrow a pair Cry?”
“Sure…we can go shopping tomorrow, but you can borrow mine for tomorrow I guess.”
“Great, well goodnight my dearies!” called Mad before he disappeared into the spare bedroom.
“God do I hate that guy, he just doesn’t know how to care for you…”
“What do you mean Virus?”
“He is putting you in danger with his antics…but if you don’t mind then I’ll let it slide. I should let you sleep as well, I’ll be in cyberspace. Goodnight Cry,” he said and stepped away toward the computer.
“Goodnight Virus,” said Cry as the other waved and vanished into the computer.
He sighed, running his thin fingers through his hair and whirled around toward his bedroom. Well…tomorrow will be a most interesting day… he thought to himself as he closed his bedroom door behind him. Stripping down to just boxers, he wondered how different life would be in his home now with two of himself there with him. He got under the covers, taking off his mask and placing it on his bedside table. He could worry in the morning over it, right now he needed a good night’s rest for whatever tomorrow would bring. With that he closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.