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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. Chair in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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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
Closet (Piggeh/Mr.Chair)Mr. Chair ran through the corrider, a bro hot on his heels. His heels skidded around prominent corners and sharp edges. The brown-eyed man was breathless, much out of shape. He wasn't made to be a track star.Closet (Piggeh/Mr.Chair) in Flash Fiction & Vignettes
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He was just reading and sitting around one of the many parlors in the castle, when the monster came out of nowhere. He was too scared to even chairmode; and the PewDiePie stalker was NOT a poofer.
So Mr. Chair took off down corridors and hallways, hips bumping into tables and ajar doors, pain in his back and side from where the Bro swiped him.
Teleporting Naked Guys sometimes threw themselves into him, or blocked his path. This made it even harder to get away safely, as the TNG always dabbled when it came to choosing sides.
And so the brown-eyed man was out of breath, angry, and tired.
His haggard breathing grew louder and louder as he shlumped around rooms and hallways, ones that he was pretty sure he passed beforehand. Mr. Chair felt the stinky breath of the bro on his neck, and
A Little Talk (Jennifer-Centric)Jennifer lay curled up in the tunnel, her back resting against one of the curving walls. She was waiting for Pewdie, to say hi to him, to tell him she loved him.... And in return she got a kick in the side, and would be thinking about skipping dinner.A Little Talk (Jennifer-Centric) in Short Stories
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Not that she really ate. Jennifer knows she weighs one hundred pounds, and that she'll probably never be loved, and that Pewdie makes sure she'll never forget that.
Stephano, and even Mr. Chair wouldn't avoid her. Sometimes they chatted quietly, only using light terms, like weather and the bro's travel routes. Mr. Chair knew better then to talk about Pewdie. Then Jennifer go on forever about him.
The barrels were at least a tad bit more considerate. They talked to her, and didn't kick her. Jennifer would have to remind herself not to launch at the scrap of care, as it would probably scare them off.
Piggeh? He would talk to her, but he was a strange indeed. He'd slide all over her, and say rather obscene things. Jennifer would try and avoi