Cry POV

"Hey Minx!" I wave her over from her friends Bryce and Tesh. She smiles and walks over to me.

I breathe out through my nose. "Hey, Minx, can I grab you for a sec?"

Minx rolls her eyes. "Okay, but don't do something we'll both regret later." I smile. "Me? I would never." Minx laughs. "Alright."

I bite my lip. I don't know if I'm starting to like Minx or why...if I still like Felix at all...if someone in the LNC might like me...I DON'T KNOW FUCKING ANYTHING, DO I? I'M JUST A WORTHLESS PIECE OF-

"Cry. Maybe you should take some time off. I'm sure your fans won't mind." Minx assures me.

"Wh-what? Are you implying I'm sick or something?"

Minx grins. "Of course not. Not the invincible CumaoticMonki!"

I open my mouth, to say 'Fuck you' or some kind of snappy comeback, but words fail me. And...

Adam POV

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I know what I'm going to do with my life.

I should probably fangirl somewhere else.

Ohm POV

"She WHAT?" I yell, slamming my hand into the bookshelf where Jordan keeps his books. Three of them topple over, and the shelf wobbles slightly.

"Uh...yeah..." Adam grins cheekily. Probably regretting what he just told me. "So...what are you gonna do know?"

I bite my lip. Cry started it. A vein pulses in my head. He started it. He made the move. And then I say a word I've never thought of in almost eight years.

"Revenge."

Cry POV

I open my eyes after the tenth minute, fumbling for my phone. Eleven in the morning.

"Well...new record for drunkness during a stream..." I mumble. I scroll through my text messages and see seven.

Two from Russ, one from Jund, and three from Cheyenne. All of them telling me to "report" to Russ, Jund, and Snake's dorm.

Please don't say someone taped a video of me running around naked last night.

"Pretty close." Russ says, sighing as he shows me the title of two different videos.

Cryaotic Pansexual Breakdown

ChaoticMonki & neonzangestu KISS!

"I'm leaving." I say as Russ's cursor hovers over the play button. Russ raises an eyebrow. "Y'know, buddy, the second video has your face on it."

Great. Just. Fucking. Great.

"Then I don't care anymore." Saying five words I never expected to say, I lay down the mask. There's that final feeling-the feeling you get when you finally say goodbye to something. To someone. To the old me.

Strangely, I don't mind the gawking, the glares, or the jeers surrounding me. They feel familiar-maybe a mask didn't change anything. Maybe a mask just made it worse. Maybe this is my opportunity to change.

Or maybe this is the opportunity to show that little filmmaker just what Cryaotic can do.

Minx POV

"Hold on a sec." I tell Bryce, Doxy and Tesh in Cards Against Humanity. I look down at my phone. It's from Ohm.

Maybe you should look up Cryaotic X Neonzangestu...

I smile sweetly, even though no one's there. Force of habit. "Guys...can I...erm, take a minute?"

"Sure!" Bryce replies. "Plenty of time to steal Tesh's stuff."

"Fuck you!" Tesh says, sighing as footsteps pound in the background.

I chuckle to myself as I type the stuff Ohm told me.

And then I stop.

"Doxy?" I call out in the voice I use while playing Yandere Simulator. "Can you guys...just...start a new game without me? I'm sure you could get Ritz or Deaf on board!"

"Sure, Minx." Doxy says in a slightly suspicious voice-she knows me too well. "Just don't kill anyone."

I smile to myself. "No promises." I reply, cracking my knuckles. One way or another, I'm getting an answer. I always do.

"So." I slam a hand against the wall and Cry spins around-without the mask. Good. That way I can see if he's lying. But he wouldn't do that, right? Ha.

Cry turns from editing a video-some vlog. "Care to explain?" In two swift movements, I've opened his browser history, opened the "scandalous" video, and settle down in a chair he put next to his desk.

If Cry's surprised that I'm here, he doesn't show it. "Minx, I was drunk, I-"

I sigh. "Yeah, yeah you didn't know what you were doing, Cry, yadda yadda fucking yadda. And I was, almost thinking you cared. But nobody cares, do they?"

Cry stares at me. "Minx-"

Something in me snaps. "SAVE IT. And have fun with your fanbase."

Cry seems at a loss for words. "Oh, I'm not causing the scandal." I assure him mockingly. "I'm sure you'll find some trouble for yourself. I wonder what your real friends will say, if you still have any."

Cry POV

That's it. I'm done with this fucking cameraman. He can broadcast a kiss, he can broadcast a face, he can broadcast my rage, but he will pay for the aftermath. And there's one guy that was always by my side.

"Russ?" I call as the phone call connects. "I need your help. You see, I have an anonymous enemy..."

Cringy short romance? Yup. I'M NOT GOOD AT THIS SHIT, PLUS I'M OBSESSED WITH WRITING MAYBE IT'S MAGICK. YOU WANT GOOD CRINX? GO TO DAT SHIT.

EZ OUT.