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I was in my room being miserable because I was in an Asylum. I mean who wouldn’t be miserable. Anyways, I was just lying there on the bed, when, all of a sudden, a strange spark appeared on the wall. It was so strange that I went closer to investigate.
I wanted to touch it to make it do it again, but the creepy doctors made me wear this straightjacket. (It’s hard to move your arms if they’re being restrained by fabric, really thick fabric.) As I got closer I heard a strange electric hiss. Apparently, something or someone was making the crack in the wall bigger (the crack is where the spark came from), so I looked closer into the crack to see if I could find out what was making that sound. (I know, it was a stupid thing to do, but I’m too curious to not do stupid stuff) The spark came out of the crack again, but this time it got too big and hit my eyes. Surprisingly I wasn’t blind, but it did sting like h###.
There was a loud boom and the wall broke. There was a young adult man on the other side, though he seemed familiar. (my vision was a little blurry at the time)
“Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Are you alright?”, The man ran over to where I was on the ground wincing from the pain in my eyes. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I was just trying to break down the wall and … and… I’m so sorry. Please tell me your ok.”
“Yeah… yeah, I’m ok it just hurts… really bad. So who are you? Your voice sounds familiar, but I can’t my finger on it, plus my vision is a little blurry.” I said. I was trying to not sound too hurt. I didn’t want him to feel worse about me.
“Oh, right, I’m Cry. It’s short for Cryaotic. So what’s your name? I’m guessing that you’re a YouTuber, too; because all of us seem to be popular or unique YouTubers. So what do you do?”, Cry asked me.
“Oh! So umm… I’m Cͩ̒̅ͩ͛̍͂ͣ́͝l͛̊ͣ͟͜a̋͌͋͏͞r̔̊̔̋͜aͯ͊̒ͥ͋ ͑̃̀̉͆̓͂̒̀Ḑ͌͛̊ͨ̐̈̓͘î̔̾͟ä̴́ͣ̿̀͢n̨ͬ̇̅̒͜ṅ̈́͋͆̚͠͡͏a̾̚ ̎͑̂ͩ͆͂ͮ̐͠P͂͏̵h͐̊̐ͥ̽̚͜ỏ͆̏͠ȩ͗̿͛̂̒̍͏͜ņ̔ĭͥ̊̀x͂̆ͣͣͧͧ, but my YouTube name is Discord Phoenix. I’m not popular, so I think they took me because I’m unique. I make speed paint videos about my original characters. I made a lot a few gaming videos, but those are hard to make the camera work with. I also made a backstory for my characters, some of the characters are based on dreams that I had before.” I answered. I pain in my eyes was starting to fade away. “So how did you break down the wall, Cry; and what was that spark that hurt my eyes?”
“Oh! Ummm…” Cry was starting to get nervous. “...that was just my new powers. I think that weird doctors did an experiment on one of us and made some kind of YouTuber virus. It might be contagious and I think that’s why they put me here. I think I caught it, but I’m not sure because I don’t know what the symptoms are or what it does.” Cry was about to cry (ironically). I think he knew something that I didn’t. His powers were probably one of the symptoms and he knew it, but he didn’t want someone as young as me to get infected, too. So I just changed the subject.
“So, Cry, if other popular YouTubers are here does that mean that mean that a bunch of my favorite YouTubers are here, too? Even the Minecrafting ones?” I asked Cry. I’m subscribed to about 50 different YouTubers, so if they most of them were here, that would be awesome and terrifying.
“Yes, but only the popular Minecraft YouTubers. I’m also not sure who all of your favorite YouTubers are,” answered Cry. He seemed really angst to do something. So I asked him what it was.
“What’s wrong, Cry?” I was very worried and he could hear it clearly in my voice. He could tell that I smart enough to tell if he was lying or not, so he got straight to the point.
“I-I just want to save my friends from these horrible doctors. We shouldn’t be tortured and experimented on for doing nothing wrong. We should all be free and shouldn’t be locked up for being ourselves.” Cry forced out the answer and he started to cry uncontrollably. Poor Cry. He shouldn’t have to worry about his friends, so much. But, then again, that’s probably not even all that he’s worried about. He’s probably worried sick about them being infected with this virus or not.
“I’ll help you and the rest of us escape. Then we can find a place for all of us to go to, a place where no one will be able to find us, not even those stupid doctors.” I told Cry and I meant it.
“You mean it?” Cry asked. He stopped crying which was a good sign that he was getting better.
“Of course! I mean, we both are stuck in here with horrible people. No one deserves to be treated like a lab rat.” I hugged Cry to comfort him and myself. I may not have seemed it, but I was scared. How was I supposed to saved Cry and the other YouTubers, if I didn’t even have a plan? Cry probably didn’t have a plan either, but at least he had powers to like break down walls. All I had was comforting powers. Which was a given, if you know how to be gentle, kind, and accepting when people need it most.
“Yeah! Now we better find a way to get out before the doctors come back and find that huge hole in the wall.” Cry exclaimed as we started to think of a plan.
“Hmmm… maybe we could through the vent here. All you need to do is blast it open and we could get out.” I explained out loud, so Cry could hear my plan. I was new to this place and I’ve only been in this room so far. “So where would we find the others?” I asked.
“Well, they should all be in this hallway full of doors.” Cry said trying to get back to being his normal serious sounding self.
“Ok. Let’s go find them, then.” I said as we walked over to the vent.
Cry focused on something that made him really emotional because he made the face of anger and sadness. I’ve made that face before, it was the face of hate and regret. That was probably how he activated his powers. On what emotion exactly, I wasn’t sure at the time. I did understand that he had to focus on an emotion so that it would work. Cry started to shape electricity in spherical form, then he aim it at the vent, and before he launched he made sure that I was out of the way, then he fired. When the electricity ball hit the vent, it bent the frame into the vent and the bolts got bent enough to pull them out of the wall.