Victubia: Burning Embers (Ch.2)

Cry’s eyes opened slowly. He took in his surroundings carefully, realizing that he was in the royal castle and a lady was sitting in a chair next to the velvet bed he was in. Cry tried touching his face, but a white porcelain mask blocked it. He sighed with relief. The woman next to his bed was no other than Raven, one of his friends from Victubia Magi Academy and bartender at the Late Night Bar. He flinched.

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There Cry was washing the cups for the night while Scott and Snake wiped the tables. Meanwhile, Raven and Red were shutting all the windows and mopping the floors. Pewds, Ken, Marzia, Mark, and Yami were all chatting endlessly at the counter. Today had been Marzia and Pewds’ anniversary so Cry held a party at the bar. It was great fun, but little did he know that someone had snuck in and planted something that set the bar up in flames.

Cry rested his elbows on the counter and crossed his legs, leaning. “Hey Cry, thanks for the party!” Marzia exclaimed, beaming at the masked man. Cry nodded. “You guys deserved it, you have been such great friends, and I just wanted to thank you too.” He flushed a little. “Yeah bro, it was awesome! I think Marzia and I are gonna head out soon so-“ BOOM! Everyone was thrown backwards, Cry’s head slammed into the shelves of alcohol and he landed on ground with a loud thud. His sight went blurry, the explosion till ringing in his ears. He didn’t see anyone else but he prayed they were okay and uninjured.

He doubted it. Cry tried crawling, but a sharp pain in his leg indicated that his leg was broken. He couldn’t do anything except watch as his beloved bar burn into ashes. A large cracked sounded and a piece of the shelf withered onto his leg. A blinding white flash of pain over took him and he blacked out.

The next thing Cry knew Pewds grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up. Pewds’ face was covered with soot and he was missing his coat and hat. “Hey friend…” Cry mumbled, waving at him lazily. His leg hurt like hell, but he leaned onto Pewds and limped his way out of the bar with all the strength he had left.
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“Cry!”

Cry shook his head, but regretted it soon after. He looked at Raven. “Raven? I didn’t see-“She cut him off. “I know you didn’t see me, I ran out before it exploded.” Cry’s eyebrows furrowed. “But how did you know…” She sighed. “I didn’t, I saw someone lingering outside so I followed them. I lost them, soon after I heard the huge explosion and ran back. Then I saw the bar in flames,” Raven’s eyes watered. “I am so sorry, Cry. You put so much work into that bar...” He took her hand. “It’s alright we can just build another!” He grinned, but then winced. She frowned.

Someone burst into the room. It was a lady with a bright orange tail, a red top hat, jet black hair, a maroon dress, and she had sprouts of orange hair on her body. “Cry, I am so sorry!” Cry recognized her immediately. “Fuzzy Tail!” The lady blushed with anger. “Damn it Cry! I told you not to call me that!” She stammered. “Alright, what’s up Fox?” Fox stared at him with disbelief. “What’s up? You almost died!” She waved her arms in frustration.

“But I didn’t.”

“You almost did!”

“Fuzzy Tail, I am okay.”

Fox sighed and crossed her arms.

“Why can’t you be like a normal person and cooperate?” She asked.

“Because normal people are too normal.”

PewDiePie groaned in pain. He opened his eyes reluctantly, and he remembered what had happened earlier. One thought flashed through his mind. Marzia. “Marzia-“
“She’s okay.”

The swede turned his head and saw a man with a scar across one of his grey eyes, he had dirty blonde hair, was wearing brass goggles with a grey trench coat and a bunch of pockets. His clothes were stained with motor oil. “Who are you?” Pewds asked, genuinely frightened. “I am Tazmaster, big fan by the way, call me Taz.” The blue eyed man relaxed. “Oh, I know you! You’re the head of Taz Industries, the one who makes all the cars and airships!” Taz smiled. “That’s me. Anyway, your wife is fine. Lots of cuts and bruises but she will be fine.” Pewds lay back on his blue pillow.

“Thank you,” The mechanic got up to leave, but he gripped a piece of his coat. “Before you go, tell Marzia I love her…” And he drifted off to sleep again, loosening his grip on the other man’s coat and hanging it over the side of the bed.

Yamimash woke up to a thud. And that thud was him falling to the floor. “Mark!” He shot up from the floor. He had been having nightmares. Yami rubbed his chest, cringing at the bandaged wound there. Another bed was on the other side of the room. A man with black hair and glasses lay peacefully on a plush blood red bed. “Mark?” Yami said again, approaching the other bed. The other man didn’t move. “He’s in a coma,” He swiveled his head to look at the female calmly perched on the window sill.

She had a short ponytail, with chocolate brown hair, a reddish-brown jacket, and one bright green eye and a pale one. The woman was also looking at a knife, which freaked Yami out to the bone. So, he backed up. “Hey Yami, don’t worry. I’m not gonna hurt ya, the names Mekima.” Somehow, the name seemed familiar, but he didn’t wanna think about it for too long. “Why are you here?”

“Same reason you are, cause of the fire, I used to love that place!” Mekima stated, throwing the knife in the air and catching it with the tip of her fingers. Yami frowned. “I’ve never seen you there before.” She smirked.

“I’ve always been there, you just never noticed.”

Ken sat up, exhausted and sleepy. His cheek burnt and there were burn marks all over his body. I guess you could say he got a little too toasty. He was still in his red vest, but it was charred to a crisp. “Hey dude, how ya feeling?”  Ken jumped at the sudden question and was suddenly looking at a woman that looked like him. But was a girl with wavy black hair, blue eyes, was wearing a vest, leggings, and combat boots. She also had two katanas. “Who, wait wha?” The female giggled. “I’m Jade,” Jade bowed.

“It’s an honor to be in your presence.”