Desperate Situation for the Amnesiac - Ch. 8~Before~More Like This
"Oh." I murmur. I decide to tell him the truth. He is my Bro, after all. "It just hurt to see her in pain like that. It hurt me even more she was screaming. I swear I can still hear those words in my head."
Mr. Chair nods once. "I know. I felt the same way, too." He smiles sadly. "It hurt, y'know? Seeing her like that."
We both turned to look at Lady, whose chest was heaving with every soft, even breaths. Asleep, she looks so calm and peaceful. Beautiful, as well. I never really had a chance to take a good look at her.
I smile, despite my grim mood.
You awake to someone nudging you and whispering your nickname.
"Wake up," You hear Mr. Chair's familiar voice. You open your eyes slowly, feeling a warm arm around you. With a start, you notice you were sleeping on PewDie's shoulder the entire time. And his head's resting on yours.
Your face turns slightly pink as PewDie is awoken by Mr. Chair. PewDie lifts his head. He playfully pokes you.
Desperate Situation for the Amnesiac - Ch. 4~Before~More Like This
Mr. Chair smiles cutely, taking your hand. "Of course! C'mon, PewDie, let's go. Lead the way, Stephano!"
You can't help but smile at his enthusiasm. Mr. Chair helps you through the broken door, leading you into the dark hallway. Though the bleeding walls scares the hell out of you, the thought of PewDiePie himself and the legendary Stephano surrounding you gives you a safe and warm feeling.
~Time Skip – Two Hours Later~
"We're lost, aren't we?" PewDiePie says as he urges himself to walk forward. His feet ache from walking, and he's parched from thirst. In front of him, Stephano says nothing, but looks over his shoulder, shooting PewDie an annoyed look. You don't want to add your agreement for fear that it might make him even more irritated.
For the last two hours, you and the group have been attacked by crazy zombies that were either screaming like there was no tomorrow or grabbing at the person closest to them (which, by the way, was Mr. Chair the entire ti
This Is Not A Game (Part 1)Cry opened his eyes to see white walls and to feel his head throbbing. Is this a hangover? It can't be, I never get hangovers. He thought. He realized with a shock that the room he was in was not familiar to him at all. He sat up despite the heaviness in his head.More Like This
“Ugghh,” a voice groaned beside him. It was Felix. He was starting to wake up and had pulled his hands to his face. “Marzia, my head hurts so much, we don't have any aspirin do we?”
“Pewds,” Cry began. Felix shot right up, his eyes wide. Cry's deep voice came to a surprise to him, he was expecting Marzia's much higher and sweeter tone.
“Where are we?” Felix asked, looking around in horror.
“I was about to ask you the same question.” Cry took in the room. There were no windows, but there was a steel door with no handles. He was half expecting the door to have a secret window someone could slide open and ask “Password?” He shook his head, his mind wa