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