Unwanted (Broken!Cry x Pewdiepie) (Part 1)

‘There’s the freak!’         ‘What a creep!’     ‘Why is he not in an insane asylum?’  

‘Loser!’
The shaking man heard the whispers that spread amongst the people around him, and with jerky movements he began to walk away, muttering himself. His face was covered by a chipped and dirty mask, covering him from flying debris, running into his home, locking his door behind him.

Unbeknownst to him and the crowd, someone had noticed all of this, and frowned to himself, making his way back to his newly acquired flat. Who was the shaking man with the mask? The next day, he stood near the centre market-place, hidden in the shadows, watching for the masked man to reappear.

But he never came that day, or the next, or the day after that. As the fifth day progressed, the man was starting to get worried, jumping when someone suddenly stood in front of him. He was an elderly man, the same who had been selling the masked man food the first day he had seen him, and his eyes shone with a knowing look.

‘He lives at the edge of town, that way.’ Was all he said, pointing in a southern direction, as he walked away. The man nodded his thanks, making his way down the main street, looking for the house. It was not hard to find, as it was isolated from all the others, its dark shutters closed, and the doors locked tight.

Walking up a gravelly path, the man knocked on the dark oak door, listening for a response. There was a squeak, followed by a crash, and seconds later the curtain beside the door was moved, revealing the masked man, who was cradling a hand to his chest. The man smiled at the other, motioning to the door.

‘May I come in?’ The masked man shook his head, his shaking becoming visible.

‘N-n-n-n-no, I-I did n-n-nothing, n-not today.’ He squeaked, watching the other cock his head in confusion.

‘I know you didn't. May I come in?’ He asked again, watching as the other paused, studying the newcomer, before vanishing, undoing what sounded like ten locks. The door cracked open, before being slammed shut, white ceramic mask partly shattering, as a rock had been thrown at it. The man whirled around, only seeing murder as he chased after the small group of teens, shouting insults in a foreign language, stopping when the teens hid behind a massive group of people.

‘Why do you people hate him?!?!’ He bellowed, glaring at the townspeople. ‘What has he done to you that he deserves to be treated like an animal?’ Not even waiting for a reply, the man stalked off, ignoring everyone as he went into his flat.