Insanity (Cryaotic FanFic) 2:

White. All that could be seen was complete and utter white. White walls, white floor, white ceiling. No furniture. Just white.

Cry looked around the empty room. Confusion filled him as he stood in the middle of the room. What was going on? The latest events just starting to register in his mind.

“This is choice room,” a voice said behind Cry causing the man to jump and spin around.

“You weren’t there a moment ago.” Cry’s blue eyes widened.

“Neither were these doors behind me. Things change.” Virus reaches up and grabbed ahold of one of strings of his white hoodie. He rolled it between his fingers.

“What are those doors for?” Cry asked while looking at the three white doors behind Virus.

“They are for your choices.” Virus dropped the hoodie string and sighed. “Mad where did you go? Oh there you are!” Cry turned to where Virus was looking to see Mad sitting in the corner drawing on the wall with red. He turned and let out a soft laugh before continuing his art on the wall.

“I need your help, Mad. You are part of this system for a reason. You need to freak out Cry. I don’t think he’s scared enough.”

“Haha.” Mad pushed himself off the ground and made his way toward Cry. Once he was in front of him he reached out and ran a hand through Cry’s hair. Chuckling he grabbed Cry’s face and squeezed his cheeks with one hand. The other was fishing a knife out of his pocket. He ran the blade down the side of Cry’s face barely not breaking the skin.

“This is the room of choices,” Virus starts while Mad was busy messing with Cry. “What happens is we bring up some memories from your past and let you relive them. You just get three choices on the outcome. Whatever you pick will decide your fate. These memories bounce around from different periods of you life and you go through them as an outsider. It will make sense once you have done it.”

“Can you please let me the fuck go?” Cry asks Mad when the man pulled Cry into a bone crushing embrace, shoving Cry’s face into Mad’s black shirt making it hard for him to talk or breath.

“Do you understand?” Virus asked as Mad released Cry but then began to play with his hair.

“I think so?” Cry shivered as Mad ran his fingers over Cry’s neck. Leaving little bits of red wherever he touched. “What memory am I living through?”

“One of your teenage one's.” Virus rubbed his chin thinking about what memory he should pick. “Ah, I have one. There was a time when you were sixteen. These boys thought you were geeky and started picking on you. One day the four boys even met up to shove you around. We’ll start with that one.”

Cry thought back on the memory and cringed. He went home beaten that day. Their little game of shoving around turned into something much more.

“You have three option of what to do with this situation. Option number one is that you don’t do anything.” Virus gestured to the first door. “This event will play out like you know it. No changes. The second option is to intervene physically.” Virus moved to the second door before going onto the third. “The last door is to comfort your younger self after the event is over. Take your pick.”

“I only have those options?” Cry asked as he hit away Mad’s hand that was tugging on Cry’s ear. “I can’t run in and save my younger self? I can’t go in and stop the kids and get them all in some serious trouble with the law? I have only those three options?”

“Yes that’s how it works. The three options. Choose one. You have to now. If you don’t, Mad here will kill you.”

“What?!” Cry looked at Mad who was laughing uncontrollably.

“That’s what he is here for. To kill and help give you madness. Now Cry, what are you going to pick?”