.:T O R N:..:T O R N:.3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Gasping for air, Stephano dragged himself down the dirt path, leaving behind a trail of blood. Pewdie was walking down the path telling himself how much "he didn't like this." Stephano opened his eye and collapsed. Pewdie saw Stephano in a puddle of blood and screamed.
An hour earlier, Stephano waited for Pewdie in the darkness. He kicked a rock across the floor. Stephano herd footsteps and drew his sword. A dark figure approached Stephano from behind and knocked him out.
When Stephano woke up, he was tied up to a tree. Stephano struggled but he was tied up tight.
He heard grunting noises growing louder and louder as he was surrounded by Bros.
"What is all of this? Where am I?!" He cried. The dark figure approached him and it was a Humanized Barrel. The Barrel picked up Stephano's sword that was on the ground. The barrel pointed the blade at the golden man's throat.
"I thought Pewdie would enjoy a little surprise." The Barrel sneered. Stephano struggled to get free. The Barrel pointed
PewDieCry In Amnesia - Part NinePewDieCry In Amnesia - Part Nine3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Stephano. . .
I took in the flames on the wick of the candle as it danced graciously in the surrounding darkness, it giving out the only illuminating glow.
I couldn't resume my dormancy.
What had caused me to break so easily? I had dishonored myself, made myself look like a fool.
I was frail.
But. . . I couldn't shake away the feelings I've had for PewDie. It was wrong, the kiss we shared earlier, but I enjoyed it. I loved the warm feel of his lips against my cool, metallic, golden ones. I craved the feel of his touch, how he held me so carefully. . . so close.
I just. . .
The rustling sound of dead leaves pulled me away from my thoughts, the soft breeze that caressed me sent goosebumps trailing along my skin, causing me to shiver. As I rubbed my arms, hoping for some warmth to reach them once more, my gaze wondered as I watched a form sit upwards, rubbing their head as if they had just slammed it into the cracked stone floor beneath them.
Curious as to see w
Savior (Piggeh/Mr. ChairMr. Chair was stuck. This wasn't a normal situation, like getting stuck under Piggeh, or inbetween boxes or barrels.Savior (Piggeh/Mr. Chair3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was stuck in a corner, and about to be shredded to nothing by the bro. He shimmied himself against the wall, pressing so hard that he felt the uneven cracks and bumps marking his skin.
"Why? Not again...." He groaned quietly. Once Pewdie found the exit and went home, the bro would go to chasing the most possible prey..... Mr. Chair. After all, he had the same skills as Pewdie. Besides screaming of course.
The misadventures happened once a week, at least. But everyday, Mr. Chair was afraid of running into the undead creature.
Gulping, Mr. Chair looked at the monster, at his bulbous eyes, his flopping jaw. There was no mercy, only raw bloodthirst and... sadly, arousal.
'How does Pewdie find him sexy?!' He thought in disgust.
"I-I U-Uh........ B-Bro? P-Please..." He sputtered, widening his brown eyes in fear. "Have mercy!" He continued, even tearing up at the corners of
The SteeeeeveThe Steeeeeve3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Mr. Chair and Stephano had baked some fairy cakes, Birthday Rainbow CHIP, to be spot, fucking, on. They are frosting said fairy cakes. Mr. Chair frosted a curvy penis on one of his, and Stephano had been pouting like a little CUNT! AND FUCKING FROSTED A CURVY ASS CIRCLE WITH THE FUCKING WEEEEAVE TIP!
I need a cup for my drinking habits! The golden man announced, rummaging through the chairs cupboard for a pink cup.
He got water inside of the cup, and Mr. Chair began playing with the fridge water. He pushed the button, and made it squirt on his male reproductive organ, the floor, and all over his wooden body. Mr. Chair began wiping the cold, clear liquid with his socks, and asked for a towel. Stephano jogged up the stairs menacingly, and grasped a green face towel.
What the fuck is THAT!? Mr. Chair snapped, moisting all over the floor.
A TOWEL, tard facial! Stephano growled seductively.
Couldnt get a big towel!? LIKE A BIG DICK!?
Stuck. Chapter 6: PewbuscusStuck.Stuck. Chapter 6: Pewbuscus3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter 6: Strange Feelings.
-3- < There’s some Swedish in this Chappy. All translations are in the description! So no worries! They’ll be in order too. This way you’re not confused and trying to match it up XDXD. As always, enjoy! And thanks for reading, commenting, and favoriting.
:: Disclaimer :: I do not own...Amnesia, Pewdie, or Toby. *pout*
:: Rating :: M
:: Warnings :: Violence, Slash.
:: Pairing :: eventual Pewdiepie/Tobucus
:: Genre :: Romance, Horror, Supernatural (?), Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship.
:: Summary :: ‘A map you seek, your worst nightmare you’ve found. Not a dream to desire. Dusty curtains, move them and shine the light into the great hall.’ The map was interesting, it drew people in, and refused to release them. Pewdie and Toby get suck in the world and fight to get out. Slash, PewBuscus.
Pewdie layed in the bed, trying to sleep. Both him and Toby
BROFIST!BROFIST!3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Growing Up With NightmaresStephano awoke, his frail body was drenched in frigid sweat as he panted heavily, trying to slow his racing heart. His sheets were strewn across the bed, covering every inch of it except for his shivering golden form. Turning to his right, he hoped for the bed that held the familiar silver form to be there, waiting for him to crawl underneath the covers to give comfort to the young boy. Something to allow the miniature growing statue to assist him in resuming dormancy.Growing Up With Nightmares3 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was vacuous.
Stephano's eyes dilated, brimmed with tears as images of his older sibling being beaten to near death passed by his vision.
He wasn't here.
He rose, glancing around the room they shared, hoping that his brother was simply hiding from their abusive parents. Hoping that his brother was simply pulling the younger one's legs in a joking manner.
Please don't leave. . .
The breeze silently ruffled the large curtains, coming from the window that was left slightly ajar, catching the you
Stephania 2- Chapter 7'Great. Just Fucking great...' I thought to myself.Stephania 2- Chapter 73 years ago in Horror More Like This
Before I could respond, a painting crashed through the wall. It was a woman in red, crawling, since the rest of her body was in the frame. PewDie and the rest screamed. I rolled my eyes. "Oh please." I muttered. "Are you seriously afraid of THAT pathetic thing?" I asked, as they all looked at me in horror.
"You kidding!? It could kill us all!" Garry said.
"This can easily be resolved." I said, putting Anna down, just so she could run to PewDie. They all watched me, still scared. "Hey lady!" I called to the painting. It turned to look at me. "Leave them alone. Come play with ME instead." I challenged.
The painting ignored me and turned back to my friends. 'Well...that was awfully RUDE.' I thought with a frown. I found something on the ground. It was a crumpled up piece of paper. I threw it at the painting. It growled and turned to me, coming at me.
"Steph!" PewDie called. I ignored him, my attention fixed on the painting. I put my hand
A Broship Like No OtherA Broship Like No Other3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
And there they go again.
The screams and wails of more lost souls, devoured by the hellish monsters that lurk in Brennenburg Castle. I shivered on my plinth, or as much as I could, me being a statue after all. God knows how long I have been stuck here in this prison, the cellar. Of all the Gamers I have heard playing the game above me, not one has come close to getting to the cellar. None of them come any closer than the last. All of them struck down by the beasts above me.
More screams pierce my golden ears; there goes the last one. The most recent Gamer to return to their world, having braved not even half of Brennenburg's horros that lay within it's stone walls. As the last of the screams die down into the night, I know I no longer have a chance of getting out of this hell-hole. There is a monster that sleeps down here with me, waiting. Waiting to live. Waiting to die. Waiting for a Gamer to stumble into the Unkn
Stephania 2- Chapter 9My first impression of Mary was very, very bad. For some reason, my instincts were telling me to run. 'DANGER! DANGER!' rang out in my head. Not listening to my instincts to run, I did the complete opposite, forcing a smile on my face. Without hesitating or even thinking it through, I decided never to trust her.Stephania 2- Chapter 93 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Are you stuck here too?" Garry asked her.
Mary looked at him. "I am. I don't remember how I even got here." she answered.
'Bull. Shit.' I thought to myself.
Against my better judgment, Mary joined our group.
I was right not to trust Mary. Everyone else trusted her, and liked her though. I thought she was highly annoying. All she did was talk and talk and talk. She never helped with the puzzles, or with the paintings that attacked us. And her yellow rose never seemed to need water. That struck me as suspicious.
Then our group got separated. Since we had 11 in our group, it split up unevenly, but we were still split. In one group was Mary, PewDie, Anna, Mr. Chair, Ib
Today Is Your DayToday Is Your Day3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The blonde Swede prepared himself as he clicked the answering button on his Skype call, knowing what was coming as he lowered the volume mechanism on his computer.
Even with the volume turned down, Marzia, who was sitting on the couch behind the computer, was able to hear the whoops and yells of her boyfriend's friends as they all yelled out their birthday wishes for the celebrated Swede.
He grinned his lopsided grin as he nodded, "Thanks bros." He said after pretending to clear his ears from the yelling that just occurred.
Tobuscus was the first to answer, "Sorry man! We were just so. . . What do you call it? Pumped? We're so pumped!" He shouted happily.
Cry was the next to respond, "Sorry friend. But when you get old, we must celebrate!" He said jokingly, laughter following shortly after.
"Wow, you can feel the love. . . Wait." The Swede paused for a moment, confused. "Toby, you live in California and Cry lives in Florida. . . How are you two on the same Skype contact?" He questioned
Forever Young What if we could live forever?Forever Young3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"It's not possible." Stephano muttered silently, not believing the words that reached his ears, echoing throughout the silent room.
"It's true." Piggeh replied back to the refusing golden god, a nodding Mr. Chair sniffled, looking down at the floor.
"How. . . " The Frenchman trailed off, tears brimming his eyes as he watched them, he didn't want to believe it.
He didn't want to accept it.
Mr. Chair shook his head softly, keeping his eyes trained on the floor, "Old age. . . It was time for him to go."
"How? How are we still here? We're a part of him. . . He's gone. But we're. . ." Stephano tried, tears choking up his words as he struggled to hold them in.
"Forever young." Jennifer finished, tears streaming down her cheeks as she silently cried.
The four came close for a group hug, silent tears fell, drumming on the carpet floor of the passed Swede's apartment.
"PewDie. . ." Stephano mumbled, his voice a silent whine.
Two weeks after t
The Barrellette's letterHello Pewdie,The Barrellette's letter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
First, I want to tell you I love all your things. I watch each and every of the videos you post on Youtube. My favorites are the series of Heavy Rain and Happy Wheels. I find them awesome.
I know you hate the barrels, and I can easily understand that. I'm too young to be part of the reunions they have with the statues, but sometimes I eavesdrop on them and it scares me to hear all they plan for you. I wish I could do something, but after all, I'm only a barellette.
Yeah, Pewdie, I'm a baby barrell... I wish I was born a chair, or a rock. That way, I could help you, tell you when to do chairmode or destroy glass when you would need things under it. Hell, I think I would like more to be a dead pig. I would be with Piggy, yeah (that guy freaks me out...) but at least I could do something.
I'm sorry, I'm talking and talking and talking and that leads nowhere. I just wanted to tell you I loved your stuff, and to look out for the Bro. He has some weird way of expressing love. A
The GameStephano was calmly playing his Sonic video game, losing to King Arthur terribly, but keeping his cool. And Mr. Chair was freaking the hell out because:The Game3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"I'M FUCKIN' HUUUUUNGRY!" Mr. Chair yelled, snuggling Pongoose.
"WHAT!?" Stephano screamed, throwing his Wii mote and nunchuck.
"Yes :3" Mr. Chair smiled.
The bro was driving back from the grocery store, on his way to pick up Mr. Chair from his week long visit with Stephano. Stephano got two ACTUAL hits on King Arther.
"YES!" Stephano yelled getting sweatier by the minute.
"NO, WHATABUBUDABUDA??" Stephano babbled dumfounded cause he swung his sword at the right time but the game didn't register it! Then he started whimpering in the corner .
"Aw, don't be showin yo bualsaq to the camera man." Mr. Chair cooed.
"But-but, Caliburn is such a NAVI! D':" Stephano complained back.
"OOOOOHHH!" Mr. Chair exclaimed.
"I AM MAD AT YOUH!" Stephano said in an airy tone pointing to the TV.
"MR. CHAIR! BRO IS HERE!" Mayo yelled.
Don't! (Piggeh/Mr.Chair)It was a normal night in the Amnesia Castle. Stephano was out kicking barrels and/or sharpening his sword in the dungeon. Pewdie was out with his fair lady, Marzia. And Mr. Chair was reading.Don't! (Piggeh/Mr.Chair)3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He was in one of the many libraries in the west wing, currently getting comfortably on the stiff pink sofa. He was reading a old book, with crumbling pages and loose bindings. Mr. Chair mostly loved reading old books, because they never dwindled on sex or any erotica that would cause the shy man to blush.
Candlelight from many candles around the area flickered against the peeling wallpaper, also illuminating Mr. Chair's pale face. His brown eyes read the page with great interest, not even thinking about how the Bro might find him or maybe a Teleporting Naked Guy may just fall-rape him out of nowhere.
He was just chilling out and having a damn good time while he was at it.
Mr. Chair almost didn't hear the sliding thump outside the thick door. His breathe grew hard; and he quickly set down his book
Stephania 2- Chapter4"Cry?" PewDie asked, a bit confused. The white masked gamer looked at him.Stephania 2- Chapter43 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Oh, hey Pewds." he greeted.
"Cry, what're you doing here?" I asked curiously.
"Honestly...I have no clue. I was in Bloody Trapland...I fell...and ended up here." he shrugged.
"Well then, the gang really IS all here." PewDie said.
"Unca Cry! Unca Cry!" Anna said excitedly, looking up into his mask.
"Hey there Anna." Cry picked her up.
"Unca Cry fell from da ceilin'!" Anna pointed from Cry to the dirt ceiling, smiling at our group.
"Good observation Anna." I smiled at her.
"So should we keep going, or let the Bros find us?" Piggy asked irritably.
Cry put Anna down, rubbing his head, unsure how to answer. Anna ran over to Piggy with a small pipe, and hit his foot.
"Bad Piggy!" she frowned. Piggy yelped in pain and started hopping on one foot. It was all I could do not to burst out laughing as I picked her up. I did smirk though.
"You know, she's really turning into her mother. She's a little sadist, just like you
Stephania 2- Chapter 14"Can't Hide?" I took the note from Jenny. "What the hell does THAT mean? I looked at the others.Stephania 2- Chapter 143 years ago in Horror More Like This
They all shrugged. But PewDie didn't. He was as pale as a ghost. His eyes were huge in terror, and he looked ready to pass out. Mr. Chair patted the Swede on the back. Apparently Pewds had stopped breathing. Everyone started to panic. I went up to him.
"Let me handle this." I pushed through the people.
I slapped PewDie across the face. Everybody gawked at me. I ignored their stares. I counted backward from five. Once I got to 2, I told everyone to close their ears. Only Cry, Anna, Jenny and I did. One came next, and then PewDie screamed at the top of his lungs.
The people who hadn't closed their ears suffered the consequence.
"Pewds, you have that look on your face." I said. "Do you know where we are?" I asked.
"S-S-S-Sl-Sle-Slender m-man " PewDie stuttered.
"Slenderman?" I asked, confused.
"Whatever you do," Pewds took me by the shoulders, "You CAN'T turn around. Got it?" he said.
Stephania 2-Chapter 1"Mommyyyyyyy!" Annabella screamed as she ran to me. I had been wandering around looking for her and PewDie. I picked her up in my arms. I could tell PewDie was right behind her,with the familiar scream of "Stephaniiiiaaaaaaa!!" I sighed.Stephania 2-Chapter 13 years ago in Horror More Like This
Even after Anna was born, we were still being chased by the Bros. Hell, even after 5 years, PewDie was still screaming like a little girl. You'd think he'd get used to this, but no.
"Where the hell were you? I've been looking for you for hours!" I said as he grabbed my wrist and started dragging me behind him.
"Long story, just run!" PewDie said as we ran.
"PewDie, you're an idiot." I mumbled.
"I know." even though he wasn't facing me, I could hear the smile in his voice.
He dragged us into a room, and closed the door. We ran to another room, and activated chair mode. Mr. Face came in, and I face-palmed. If I had my sword, this would be easy. But PewDie borrowed it hours before, only to come back without it. I swore I was going to kill him.
Mr. Face le
Stephania 2-Chapter 3"I think we should make camp." PewDie said while we were walking.Stephania 2-Chapter 33 years ago in Horror More Like This
"I think so too." I said, looking at Anna, who had fallen asleep in my arms.
I gently handed her to Jenny, so the rest of us could make camp. We made a campfire to warm ourselves up.
We talked for hours on end. We had made a little bed for Anna so she could sleep soundly. We tried to keep the noise level down for her sake. The poor kid hadn't slept in about two days, because we kept getting chased by the Bros.
We all fell asleep at different times. First PewDie fell asleep. Figures. Then Piggy. Mr. Chair was next. Then Stella. Jenny fell asleep, and I was the last one awake. tried to stay awake, just in case the Bros came in the middle of the night. But I couldn't keep my eyes open.
I awoke to my arms wrapped around PewDie. He was still sleeping. I sat up and saw that Piggy and Stella were up. Everyone else was still asleep. Anna was clutching PewDie, laying on his chest, as one of his arms held her in place.
The HungerMr. Chair was reading in the early hours of the morning, before the sun came up, like 3:56 AM. His Bro Stephano was sitting at a desk nearby, sleeping. Mr. Chair suddenly looked up from his book, firmly shut it, stood up, and tapped on Stephano's shoulder.The Hunger3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"Hmph? -_e" The golden boy replied.
"I'M FUCKIN' HUUUUUUUNGRY! O3O" Mr. Chair yelled in a demonic voice, right into his ear.
"HOLY FUCK! OoO" Stephano screamed, jumping up.
"Shhh, you'll wake the bros :3" Mr. Chair whispered.
"Geezus Christ Mr. Chair! Couldn't you wait till evening? "
"No :3" Mr. Chair purred.
"Ugh, fine let's go -_-*" Stephano said getting up. The only reason why Mr. Chair couldn't go alone was because he was afraid of the dark, and he got lost easy.
After Stephano got Mr. Chair a can of fresh MANDALIN oranges , they went back to their room.
"Is your hunger quenched now? -_-" Stephano sighed.
"No, I'M STILL FUCKIN HUUUUUUUNGRY! D:" Mr. Chair exclaimed again annoying the golden one even more.
'Are you fucking kid
Cry (Congrats on 200,000+ subscribers)HCry (Congrats on 200,000+ subscribers)3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not sure
if you've noticed or
not but I just want
to say_______to say
Congrats on earning
As many fans
As you have
You deserve each
And every one of
of them. Whether
it's because of your voice
or because of your likable
and funny commentary
does not matter for
For either way you
Pewdiepie and Stephano(Story not made by me)Pewdiepie was scared. Drop-dead terrified. Stephano was laying there, in his arms. Dying. His body was limp, and his golden face becoming pale, almost anemic. Pewdie lowered his head, and willed the tears away. But listening to the ragged breathing of Stephano, and seeing the blood oozing out of his throat, he couldn't stop the oncoming avelanch of tears. "I'm s-s-s-orryyyy-" he choked out before sobs racked him.Pewdiepie and Stephano(Story not made by me)3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Let's back up a bit. You all know Pewdiepie and Stephano, right? Yes? Good. This started out just like any other Amnesia adventure. But, it was not all well.....
"Stephano!" yelled Pewdie excitedly as he saw his friend. Stephano whipped his head up and twisted around, saying, "Hallo Pewdie! Where have you been, I have looked everywhere for youuu!"
"I know, I'm sorry Stephano." Pewdie put his arm around the golden statue. (For this story, Stephano is modeled after his MMD self.) "You say that every time" he grumbled. Pewdie hung his head. "I know, I know."
Stephano smiled sligh
Deadly Dreams~Amnesia/Pewdie FanFic~Chapter 4Deadly Dreams~Amnesia/Pewdie FanFic~Chapter 43 years ago in Romance More Like This
(I only own my oc's and my plot, I, however do not own Pewdiepie or his gang)
Chapter 4: WHAT? BARRELS? FAKE BROS?
"Pick me up,
hose me down,
I'm sorry boys about the dirty night clowns,
Earth does break the things that we make,
Like a model planes and cuppy cakes"~ Dirty Night Clowns~ Chris Garneau
However two voices rang out.
I stared up at the blonde hair girl; her soft green eyes stared down at me. She wore her normal school uniform that was a blue blazer; school white t-shirt, black trousers with the traditional black shoes. Her hand clutch my black t-shirt pulling me on my feet, she looked around in fear of the group who was still on the floor stunned by the sudden event.
"L-let run!" she cried as she dragged me out the door by the shirt, "W-wait!, Lucy! They're my..."I started as we turned a corner of the place, "friends..." I whispered as saw blood scatter across the floor, crying of people could be heard, louder then call of