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