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The next time Stephano opened his eyes, he found himself staring into a pair of dark brown pools that stared at him in curiosity. Next to them was a pair of light brown ones.
"What do you want, Fricken Barrel?!" Stephano snapped. Both of them back up slightly.
"You know what I want, Stephano," Barrel cooed, tracing the contours of Stephano's golden face with a pale, bony hand. Stephano turned his head to bite at the finger, but the hand was quickly pulled away.
"I refused!" Stephano shouted, "Just leave me the hell alone!"
The Barrel sighed dramatically. "Oh, Stephano." He started to leave. He paused in the cell doorway and muttered "I'll be back in a while to see if you changed your mind. Bro's gonna watch you for a while." Then he left.
The Bro sat cross-legged on the ground next to the golden man, who paid him no attention. Stephano lost himself in thought.
Would Pewdie come to save him? Had Pewdie even noticed that the Bro and his illusions had attacked?
Stephano's head felt like it was filled with lead. His skull felt like it had been used as a drum by a giant. A sigh escaped his lips as more thoughts swirled around his brain.
Was Pewdie okay? Stephano didn't doubt that he'd found Piggeh and Mr. Chair, or the other way around. And what of Jennifer? Does Pewdie truly not know of Jennifer's involvement with the Barrel?
Stephano shook his head. His skull was pounding harder, and it was becoming harder to think. He'd just have to wait to see what fate hands him.
"What do you want, Fricken Barrel?!" Stephano snapped. Both of them back up slightly.
"You know what I want, Stephano," Barrel cooed, tracing the contours of Stephano's golden face with a pale, bony hand. Stephano turned his head to bite at the finger, but the hand was quickly pulled away.
"I refused!" Stephano shouted, "Just leave me the hell alone!"
The Barrel sighed dramatically. "Oh, Stephano." He started to leave. He paused in the cell doorway and muttered "I'll be back in a while to see if you changed your mind. Bro's gonna watch you for a while." Then he left.
The Bro sat cross-legged on the ground next to the golden man, who paid him no attention. Stephano lost himself in thought.
Would Pewdie come to save him? Had Pewdie even noticed that the Bro and his illusions had attacked?
Stephano's head felt like it was filled with lead. His skull felt like it had been used as a drum by a giant. A sigh escaped his lips as more thoughts swirled around his brain.
Was Pewdie okay? Stephano didn't doubt that he'd found Piggeh and Mr. Chair, or the other way around. And what of Jennifer? Does Pewdie truly not know of Jennifer's involvement with the Barrel?
Stephano shook his head. His skull was pounding harder, and it was becoming harder to think. He'd just have to wait to see what fate hands him.
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He reached for some keys in his pocket which opened the door to a weird bright room.
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I'm sorry that it's short. forgive me. i'm Lazy. //shot
PewDiePie belongs to himself.
A golden stateu, a random chair and a dead pig can be found in Amnesia. Stephano, Mr. Chair and Piggeh belong to Pewdiepie!
PewDiePie belongs to himself.
A golden stateu, a random chair and a dead pig can be found in Amnesia. Stephano, Mr. Chair and Piggeh belong to Pewdiepie!
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