Switching Places - Part OneMore Like This
"AHHH STEPHANO HELP ME PLEASE!" I yelled over and over again.
I sprinted down the darkened corridor as fast as my legs would carry me, firmly gripping onto the little golden statue while running away from the evil bro. Clang! Clang! I hit Stephano against the decaying stone walls repetitively as I ran into a dead end.
I sighed and mumbled silently, "Fan den här skiten. Jag är så död." I crouched in the corner of the dead end, hoping the bro didn't see me.
Stephano muttered angrily yet quietly, "Ow! Jesus Christ PewDie you idiot! I told you not to make a noise!"
I simply frowned and kept my eyes trained on the wooden floorboards, darting them up for a quick second to see if the bro was still there. He had no head, well not one that I would count as a head. It looked split open, spread open like a withered rose. Moldy wooden floorboards consisted of his clothing, matching the floor below my feet. Half of his left arm consisted of a razor-sharp blade, painted with drie
Brofiction: Life With Pewdie...By StephanoIt was always the same, really.More Like This
I'd be waiting for him in the depths of a custom story, on a shelf, box, or barrel, perhaps even tucked away in a chest or among unread notes upon a desk. Sometimes they placed me conveniently at the entrance, lantern and oil at my side, awaiting him.
Then he'd say those age old words.
"Oh, look, we get the lantern already! It's always nice to get it this early on...and oil, gimmie that! I wonder if w--STEPHANO!!"
We were always together, the best of bros. Lantern in right hand, I in his left, and Ladnadnadinum in his inventory (not to mention those useless tinderboxes), we could set out on our new adventures. Adventures in which he would scream like a freakin' girl.
We'd waste the lantern the who way, we didn't care! I'd be there when he ran out of oil and had to go looting for more. I've been hit against doors and walls, tossed at poofers and sacrificed to Bros, imitated in copper and even left behind whe