Project: Royal Rumble - Prologue
A/N: Another attempt at writing Cry and others. I'm still not quite used to writing them, 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.
Rating: PG 13+(Better safe than sorry)
Enjoy and let me know what you think of it.
The soft tapping of rapid finger movement on a keyboard sounded loud in the silence of the room full of equipment. It held several computer stations, a fridge, basic living utilities and a few cots scattered at one corner. But the most unusual piece of the room was the lone chair that sat by a wall of monitors; the chair itself resembled of one from a dentist's office and next to that was some hospital equipment. If nothing else, the room looked as if it belonged in a bunker or underground command center of some sci-fi movie. A group of people milled about that room as well, but kept silent as the typin
Friends? Foes?A/N: I was bored and listened to Rockleetist and Ashe sing Bad Apple... on repeat. Even then listening to it while thinking about Cry and Virus (Or Mad, depending) makes this song fit with them somehow. Weird. Anyway, I decided to kinda have the two sing it together. Though if it does kinda get confusing or awkward... that's my bad, I've never done something like this before really. It was hard for my to match words and meaning of the lyrics with the talking, I just mostly winged it. I think of this right now as an AU of the Cry and Virus I have in my head, or could possibly be something that may happen. Idk, but I do know this doesn't have any real ties with any of the fics I'm writing. It was just something that sat in my head and wouldn't leave alone, so I typed it.
Works best with the music box version of Bad Apple if you want to have the mood right. But either way, its Bad Apple. xD
Rating: G (I guess? There's really nothing bad in here)
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
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Madness and Normality of A Virus: Cryaotic FanficThe town was in ruins. Everything from trash bins to cars to telephone poles was overturned and thrown onto the street or at a house. A lone figure was standing amongst the wreckage. He had brown, messy hair that looked as if it hadn't ever been brushed, a green hoodie, now rather dirty, ripped jeans, and converse sneakers. The strangest part about this person was the white mask with a drawn-on straight faced expression that resided on his face. He looked out of place in the broken remnants of the town he called home. The man simply stood there, his back hunched slightly as if he were staring at something on the ground. In fact, he was. On the cracked asphalt, there were two more out of place objects. A laptop in pristine condition and another pure white, unblemished mask. Both objects seemed to glow in the eerie light of the fires around them. The man then walked closer to the mask. Instead of a straight face, a light blue line like a heartbeat monitor served as the mouth and the