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 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
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) 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
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 More Like This
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