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[justify]I used to be normal, like any other human-being, until that one day that changed everything. That day had made my entire life turn upside down to a living hell...
It had been a chilly September evening and I was walking quietly as always, home from school. We only lived three blocks away, my mom, and brother and myself. We were a small, happy family.. It had only taken a second, a second for that sicko to grab me and knock me out, dragging me to who knows where. I awoke with restrained hands, tied behind the back of a pine wooden chair, the thick material already begin to scrape my wrists raw. I begged, I cried and I pleaded for the pain to end, to just get it over with, with whatever the man plotted to do. And then it ended... Just like that, and the pain was gone, but I was not dead. I didn't feel good either, but what's the meaning of, 'good' nowadays anyway?
I had escaped, feeling I was a lot smaller than I initially remembered, and a lot more sensitive to my surroundings than before. I ran, ran as fast and as long as my petite frame could allow it before collapsing and seeking cover from the pounding rain that fell from the inky-dark skies above, concealing myself from shelter in the midst of a soggy cardboard box, by a bench, under a yellow-y street lamp that flickered with annoyance due to age.. Along the way towards the shelter I currently reside in, I had caught a glimpse at my reflection and didn't like what I saw. I was small, tiny actually, had almost indescribable features, certainly not human and I was almost certainly no longer me..
I had guessed, that the man had been a warlock, or something of the sorts, someone who stole my identity and cursed me into this.. Thing, this thing I still live as, though it has only been a day.. I don't what happened but whatever I do understand, is that the mask that was put upon me, may never come off...

Plot: Alright, so as this may hint, this is a CryxPewdiepie RP, and it is NOT a one-shot and will take a while for them to develop feelings for one another, Cry being the quickest however. The basic role you assume which should be obvious, is Felix Kjellberg, or otherwise known as; Pewdiepie and a famous youtuber. I ask that you play in third person whereas I'll be first, unless you only feel comfortable with First person. What happened to Cry was that he was transformed into the well known doll that is here;

[font=courier][color=black][b]You will find him, his little legs sticking out from the box and decided to take the, 'doll' home, thinking it was kind of adorable. You later find out when waking up, there is another presence asides from Marzia's and that is; Ryan (Cry) in human form. But I'll stop giving away the plot now, and I hope you consider. ;) (As a final note, Felix will be the dominant though won't make the first move, and please be at least semi-advanced.). [/justify][/fancypost]

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[justify]The rain above could be heard pelting the soggy mop of the box I called; shelter or for now, home even.. Letting out a tiny breath, I strained my limbs in yearning to stand up and stretch, though due to the lack of my appendages, I found myself struggling. That is until the soft slapping of sneaker upon pavement could be sounded not too far off. I held my breath, collapsing so I no longer sat upright, my posture flat and gazing aimlessly at the ceiling of the wetted paper, pretending as though I were a doll which seemed rather convincing, appearance wise that is.

A sandy-blond haired man paused, kneeling down to my level somewhat, observing my lifeless features before warm hands cocooned themselves around my new tiny structure, a blush threatening to creep to the depth of my cheeks. I noticed that they were rather.. Attractive, but never in a million years would I admit such a thing, especially to another man. I guess I found that happening to me often, being drawn in my own sex rather than the opposite. I knew I wasn't homosexual, or at least thought so and would say to myself over and over in repetitive raps, 'You're going through a stage, you'll get over it, it doesn't mean anything.' But, that was before I was turned into.. This, whatever this was exactly. Also, why did I have to be a doll anyways? Why not a bad ash vamp or something like the ones in the movies? Guess that's just reality for yeah...

I felt the wet fabric enclose the space around me, letting myself breathe for a few moments to go still as lead moments afterwards. Who was this person? Why did they look somewhat familiar? And why was he taking my with him? I could be filthy or covered in a deadly virus or something.. But then again, I was a vibrant shade of white, so it was unlikely that I carried any 'harmful diseases' of any kind.. It hit me then, hard as a matter of fact. This person was Pewdiepie! That, umm... Famous.. Youtuber? Right? Yeah, that sounds right. My bud', Russ had told me a lot about him and had tried to get me to try and go see him once, since I a few years back had moved to Sweden for a fresh start. I only knew that his name was Pewdiepie - or at least that's what I thought it was - and that this guy was like, uber famous on the internet or something..

I had once tried to watch his videos, but didn't find a grow ash man screaming like a little school girl that amusing, or entertaining at that like many people said it was. He called his subscribers the.. Brochacho's? No, that doesn't sound right.. Umm.. The bro's! Yes! That makes more sense, jeez I'm an idiot sometimes..
In the dark of the mans pocket, I let out a sigh at the new heat that greeted my kindly as hands wrapped a blanket round my lead-like posture, the black of my pupils staring to the ceiling as though a toy would. I heard him say something, though didn't dare reply. They would probably think they were crazy or something and tell the world, hence sending this poor man into a mental institution of the sorts.. That, as much would be amusing but also kind of shameful on my part.[/justify][/fancypost]

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[justify]Being propped against the blanket I had been draped in didn't help hold back my threatening blush much, seeing since I could now see the blond full on after all. He really was kind of cute.. But who was I thinking, no way a guy as famous as him be interested into men, a doll-man for that matter. I watched as he tried to pry the words out of me, though I knew better. Staying silent until he ran upstairs, I tried to wiggle out of the blanket and attempt to run off, but before I knew it, the damn guy was already back and staring at me wide-eyed, expecting me to move at any moment.

I felt a little bad for not giving him that satisfaction, but I cared about the well-being of others too, whether I was human still or not. Huh.. Never thought I'd say that, weird.. Shaking those thoughts away, I blankly continued to stare at the beard man for a few seconds passing but at the mentioning of me being cute, I could feel my pale white complexion light up a vivid shade of red and then there was a sudden pain throughout my body. I didn't show it, but on the inside it was constricting, almost as though every bone was.. Breaking, growing even. I could describe it, since it was the first time this happened since being cursed to this stupid form.
I knew now that my cover had been blown, my cheeks as red as a damn cherry tomato. God I hated flattery, it always seemed to fluster me so quickly. Still, I spoke not a single word, nor muttered a solitary sound. Just sat there immobile and writhing mentally with pain as time passed on. [/justify][/fancypost]

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[justify]Some of the stinging had subsided though heavily thundered against my ribs and I honestly believed that my heart was going to literally jump out of my chest, or at least out of my throat in worst case scenarios though nothing happened. I had to get out of there, no matter what, I needed to find somewhere to hide before.. I didn't even know what was happening or what was about to for one this. One thing I was for certain of, was that whatever was going to happen, I wanted to be alone when it did.

A soft pitter, patter of tiny feet scurried along the marble tiling towards the bathroom, or at least that's what I had guessed it was. The jump from the chair broke at my legs slightly, but it didn't stop my from disappearing behind the seclusion of the door. Somehow managing to swing the damn thing close, pain wracked throughout my entire frame which probably only stood at about two inches. That was fairly small if you ask me even before I was human I was short and I really hated it. Inside the darkness of the bathroom, each limb stretched - where there thankfully was only two - until I could feel the ripping sensation of my own flesh as something grew from each shoulder, arms I presumed but I honestly had not a single clue.
Secluded in the dark of the small bathroom, a nude figure of a boy sat there with their back towards the door, their face cradled in silence to the coolness of their hands, that was me, or well it is me now. Don't mean to sound so dramatic but I couldn't have felt any better but a sickening feeling met me in my gut. What would that guy say? Finding a naked guy in his bathroom which about two minutes ago was a two inch tall, doll? Yeah, that might not be good for his health but at this moment, I had not a single word left to mutter.[/justify][/fancypost]

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[justify]What had caused this, for me to transform back into a human that is? It was all so.. Confusing and it frustrated me that I had smashed my fist against the solidness of the tub, my hand beginning to writhe with pain. Why had I done that? Hearing a knock sound at the door, my eyes widened from behind the mask, or at least that's what I assumed it to be and jerked upwards, my longer set of limbs a little weak since I had just gotten used to the short stubby ones from before.

Stumbling back as my normal clumsiness came over, the warm of my back thumped against the door. Swallowing I hurled my self forwards- and what made me think that, that was a good idea?- and hid behind the curtain inside the tub as I waited for the slightly adjacent door to creak open.
What was happening? And why? One second I was this stupid little doll thing that was apparently cute then the next a full grown man? I mean, for Pete's sakes make up your mind!
Grunting at the soreness that burned throughout my back, I also rubbed the top of my head, feeling at a bump newly blossomed. Must have hit my head when going mortal combat into the tub... I thought timidly to my self, staring to the light under the door that was blocked by a set of feet.[/justify][/fancypost]

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[justify]Ooc~ To make things a little more interesting, how about Felix and Cry were actually never friends, or at least haven't exactly spoke to one another like they do in real life?
Oh and also, Cry's based will be based off this fan fiction I read and it's sad. *tear*

F*ck my life... Was basically the only thing on my mind as the cold of the dry tub began to set into my pale skin to my bones, that had just a few moments ago grown to their natural length. God dammit why were things now so confusing? Fricking one second I was a damn doll, then the next.. Me? It didn't mask sense, and it showed across my features with that of irritation and frustration. Sometimes I just feel I am living in another reality, or just going f*ck*ng insane. Either or, it didn't help me with my own emotions as the door creaked open to reveal a silhouette of a man and I couldn't help but choke back a squeak. It was too familiar of a night that happened long before becoming that.. Doll-thingy, a night that kept me from removing that damn mask..

Shaking my head to and fro to clear my mind of those thoughts, I held my breath as they approached, wrapping my naked frame around the slightly chilly cloth of the shower curtain to hide, well my.. Man parts. Looking away as though I didn't have a I mask, I held my gaze to the wall off to my right, refusing to look up at the sandy-haired blond who towered over me with curiosity. As his hand reached out to touch me, I froze and shied away, shivering slightly in both coldness and slight fear.
Flashing images of that night began to blossom into the depths of my mind, that crater I had filled with stupid distractions now emptying to see the past that haunted me for so many years on end, to this day even...

As they retracted their hand away from me, I saw them leave and disappear beyond the stairs, or at least from as far as I could tell from the slapping of feet upon stairs that dulled until returning briefly after to stand at the door. Hearing the stranger say something, I hesitantly peeled the shower curtain from my nude frame and slowly began to climb out of the tub though slipped on the mat below me,
"Dammit!" I choked out, my voice a little hoarse from not being used in a while. Honestly, I hated the sound of my voice, AND my laugh. It was just so... Annoying, or at least that's what I thought. Don't tell my subscribers that when I play; Cry. Suddenly, my eyes widened towards nothing in particular, oh sh*t! Dammit what am I going to tell them? Maybe the truth would be good.. I had initially thought before being interrupted by my negative side to everything,
Yes, you d*mb*ss, tell them you turned into a f*ck*ng doll and wound of changing back in Pewdiepie's place, yeah that won't suspect anything at all, let alone NOT hint that you're totally NOT crazy...
at my own negativity, I frowned deeply in frustration and anger, wanting to just make it go away through something.. Through something... Looking about the slight dark of the bathroom, I sought for something sharp, something to make it go away but found nothing.. Sighing, I ran a shaky hand through my thick brown locks before advancing to the slightly opened door that flooded in the only remnants of light through the space.

Once grabbing the clothes from the other side of the door, I took the liberty of flicking on the light switch, slamming the door behind me to gaze bitterly at my reflection. Across my torso drew a long scar, deep and noticeable upon the sickeningly vivid shade of white across my pale skin that wasn't really too white but I hated it anyways. Drawing in a wavering breath, I began to slip on the clothes that of course hung loose on me, it being at least two sizes greater than my scrawny posture was. Flexing and grunting on putting the rest of the fabric on, I peeled back the door, adjusting my mask before stepping very timidly out.
Sitting at the table a few steps away was the blond from earlier, but from this new perspective, I realized just how attractive this man really was. Letting out a slight sigh towards Felix, I shut myself up, already feeling my cheeks from behind the solid item light up a vivid hue of scarlet.

Maneuvering around the door fully, I stood there staring to the floor with my chocolate-y brown strands poking out in each direction from behind the mask that mimicked the expression of my features when being the doll. Managing a timid gaze to fix onto the taller frame of a man, I scratched the back of my neck in awkwardness and motioned a hand across my torso to wave cautiously,
"Sup."[/justify][/fancypost]

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[justify]Ooc: Iz okay. ^^

Growing a little unsteady as his gaze looked me up and down along the slimness of my frame, I instinctively pulled up the hem of my/his shirt, feeling it dragged down too low. As he stood, I noticed they were significantly taller than I was, and was built stronger than I was. Letting out a low breath, my emerald gaze shifted off from the taller male, feeling a little too vulnerable then I really was. Guess that's just me being my naturally dramatic self. Dammit.. Did it show that I was uncomfortable? I didn't want it to look like I didn't want to be around him or anything.. Dammit why did I have to be such an airhead sometimes..?

Emotions of various ordeals passed across my features, having to stare at the floor to conceal the blush that threatened to ignite the mask I hid behind in scarlet. For a brief moment, I met his gaze through tiny eye-holes that something thought surprising I could see out of. His blue eyes were wandering over my body still, having to pull my own stare away to keep from flushing any redder. But at this moment.. Was that even possible?
Letting out a tiny huff of air, I noticed that he had just suddenly grown confident and it seemed only logical that he found out who I really was.. Yeah, I'm Cry, no one special really.. I lounge around in front of the damn computer for almost half my week, playing video games since I have nothing better to do in my god forsaken life anyway.

Recognizing other youtubers I didn't find to be too difficult actually, since Pewdiepie was the second fastest growing channel on youtube. Me only at a subscriber count of over one million, some know me whereas others don't. To not know who this guy was, was basically saying you were mental or something..
As he blurted out who he had jumped to the conclusion of who I was, my foot dug into the tile in slight nervousness, nodding my head up and down. What gave it away I wonder.. Was it the mask? The voice maybe- Which so many girls liked it was crazy- or even the simple quote, 'sup?'. Letting out a wavering breath once again, I had to take a step back from not feeling too fidgety around the blond,
"W-well I umm.. I moved here.." I replied casually as I could muster, running a doubting hand through my chocolate-y coloured locks.[/justify][/fancypost]

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[justify]I was taken aback by the sheer look of surprise upon Felix's features, cocking my head to the side I curiosity of what the taller man was thinking. Bet you weren't expecting that you dimwit... My self mockery pulled a frown across my features, and boy was I ever glad my angered gaze wasn't visible past the mask..
"I didn't think you liked me.. I mean, I messaged you I think once on steam but you never replied.." I answered him in regards as to why I had never bothered to talk to the guy again. I was but also wasn't a forgiving person, so just being ignored intentionally or unintentionally, it just seemed that I always had trouble going back to the way things were..

Letting my shoulders relax after they were beginning to cramp because I held them so high. Glancing briefly over my shoulder, I backed up into a chair to sit down, glad there was a back support to rest my aching spine,
"Beyond.. Two.. Souls? Yeah I heard of that.." I hesitate as he asks me such a flamboyant question. This was too many questions for my liking, so why not turn the tables? But as much as I wanted to ask him WHY, he had taken me from the rain and brought the doll-me to his house, I couldn't summon enough courage to ask,
"Scary? I umm.. I do that." I lied, tugging at the hem of my/his shirt in slight nervousness. I hated scary games honestly, but because so many of my viewers suggested to play them, I found myself constantly scared or too frightened to even go to bed! I really just hoped that Pewdie couldn't see it in my body posture, that showed all my signs of uncertainty. Damn body, can't you just react the way I want you to WHEN I want you to?

We stood there in silence for longer than I would have liked, thankful that the stubble blond broke the silence but I immediately wished that he would just stay quiet.. I wondered what was going through this bubbly guys mind right now, but then again judging by most of his videos- which were not only funny but dirty- he wasn't just thinking about games and stuff. Not wanting to know in all honesty, I felt my limbs harden to a lead when he invited to play a game with him,
"Do you always pick up little dolls off the street and take them home to game with them once seeing they are human?" I decided to crack a matter-of-factly kind of joke, wondering how he would take it. But before he could protest to my question, I followed after him in utter silence.[/justify][/fancypost]