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The Impossible, Improbable - Part 5
I slowly started to pick up my sword, grip tight. Pewdie looked at me, gulped, then made a run for it. He ran out of the room faster than he ran when a bro was chasing him.. I seathed my sword again and stored it in the closet.
"What the hell.. I was just putting it away..." I said. Why was he running? I loved the man, I wouldn't hurt him. Why hurt someone who once made you happy, so high on natural ectasy that you thought the world stopped just for you? I wiped some of the blood off my face as I walked down the room, as Pewdie ran away screaming, locking himself in the basement. I sighed and rolled my eyes at my foolishness..
"Pewdie! Pewdie! Get back here!" I yelled as I knocked on the basement door.
"No, your gonna kill me!" He screamed, his voice full of panic. I sighed again. Did he really think I was going to kill him?..
"I'm NOT going to kill you, I was just putting it away!" I said. Cant beleive he thought such a foolish thing. Then again, it IS Pewdie...
"Then why were you all
Say You'll Remember~
The thunk on the Swede's head was loud enough to be heard through the whole castle. The Barrel hit him hard with the plank, and smirked as he watched him fall face first to the ground, a small puddle of blood forming around him as his wedding ring fell off his finger. But his smirk easily melted away as he looked up, seing the shining golden statue there, arms crossed. The Barrel dropped the plank onto the Swede and ran away as fast as he could.
Stephano looked down at his husband, who was unconscious on the stone ground. He tore a peice of the golden fabric off his tunic, and wrapped it around the gash lovingly, and carried his husband to an abandoned room. He layed him in the bed, and lightly kissed his forehead, causeing Pewdie to crinkle his nose a tiny bit. He smirked and snuck out quickly to find the other bros.
The night passed, and Stephano was exhausted from staying up all night, guarding the trio. Half-asleep in his chair, he heard Pewdie mumble a bit. He jumped a bit and loo
The Impossible, Improbable - Part 2
"Stephano, come back!" The Swede yelled as I walked from our house. I ignored him and kept my face down to hide my tears. "Stephano, please, forgive me!"
I stopped in my tracks and turned around, facing him. "Forgive you? Forgive you!" I began to laugh a little at his foolishness. "Why would I forgive you! You toyed with me, you used me!" I began walking torwards him slowly as I kept going on with my rant. "I actually LOVED you! I had chances to sleep with tons of other people, fangirls begging for kisses, but you know what! I told them no, cause I had a fiancee! I resisted the urge to run off with others to satisfy my own needs, and I kept YOU in mind! I always thought about how much it would hurt you if I did kiss them, or if I did sleep with them! " I finally reached him, and I started roughly poking his chest.
"But obviously YOU didn't! You didn't keep in mind how heart broken I would be if you cheated on me! How upset, how devastated! You didn't care!" I yelled.
"But thats where y
The Other Side of Me ~ Part 2I began to shake, trying to get myself back to normal, but failing as I felt the corners of my mouth twitch up to a gruesome smile and press the sword down harder, leaving a fine cut on Miseour Chair's neck.
He squirmed beneath me, trying to get free, and a nervous sweat was shown on his forehead. "S-STEPHANO STOP!!"
"I-Im tryi- I'LL NEVER STOP UNTIL YOUR ALL DEAD!" I screamed, HIM taking over before I could finished what I could say.
Im trying Miseour Chair.. I really am..
BUT I WANT YOU ALL DEAD
SOME ONE HELP US!
This eternal conflict was driving me insane.. Even more than I already was.. But I had to keep fighting, for Miseour Chair..
I shook harder as I fought against my insanity, forcing my left eye to go back to its shining gold.
"I-IM FIGHTING... I-IM FIGHTING.." I said, my voice a twisted mess between HIS, hoarse yells and my smooth words.. I began to lift the sword off of his neck to see the cut. Only half way out of my subconsc
The Impossible, Improbable - Part 6
His eyes watered more, and he held my hands tighter. "I didn't mean to! I swear, I was thinking of you.. Just please, don't leave me Stephano! Think about every one else!" he pleaded.
I sighed, and held his hands back. "I know.. Everyone else.. But I already killed someone, what about that? It already messes up the wedding enough." He looked down, thinking. I looked away in shame, remembering the cold murder.
"We'll do something.. We'll find a way.." he said, lifting our hands up. "But the first step to fixing it all is to forgive me, and be my Stephy," he snuggled into my chest. "And let me be your Mi Amour.."
His constant begging for my love was annoying, wasn't it obvious I don't trust him anymore? I sighed and decided to lie, something I never did. He lied to me for almost our whole relationship. It wont hurt to lie to him for once. my mind whispered. "Fine Pewdie. I forgive you. Now let's go upstairs and relax. It's been a stressful day."
His eyes brightened, showing
The Impossible, Improbable - Part 3
I stormed down the streets, keeping my head low, hoping other people wouldn't notice me. I kept looking around for Piggeh's house, I wasn't going to let this go that easy. My feet heavily clanged against the pavement as I stomped to Piggeh's house, observing others, and turning my head away everytime I saw a happy couple. I envyed them, remembering how my relationship was like that, until this dramatic fall out.
I walked up to Piggeh's door and knocked, making sure he heard. He opened the door a crack, then his eyes dialted with fear as he saw it was me, slamming the door in my face and locking it with extreme speed. I pounded on the door harder, gripping my sword.
"LET ME IN YOU PIG!! LET ME IN RIGHT NOW!" I screamed. I looked in his window, and I saw his pink ears twitch as he hid under the window sill. I pounded on the window, "I swear if you don't let me in, I will let myself in, and that wont be pretty.." I said through gritted teeth.
"Go away Stephano!" he yelled from inside. "Ju
The Impossible, Improbable - Part 7
The days shortened, and the wedding date grew closer and closer, until the day came. I layed in bed in a deep slumber. Pewdie was so axnious last night, we stayed up all night, and both of us were exhausted. This sleep is what we needed.
My blank, black slumber started to slowly fade to a dream, so realistic I couldn't tell if it was a dream or reality. It was me and Pewdie, at the altar. He slid the golden ring onto my finger, it almost blending in with me. I smiled down at our hands, and slipped his ring on his finger, kissing it gently.
"You may now kiss the bride." said the preacher, smiling. Pewdie slowly leaned in as I chuckled, then he opened one eyes, looking at me, puzzled. The crowd was begining to look confused as well.
Without saying a word, I grabbed the back of the Swede's head and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He was tense at first, but then relaxed and returned the favor, and everyone began cheering.
My dream was of a normal wedding, what this day was supposed to b
Silent Night, Holy Night - Fanfic - Part 3a week had passes or so, and Pewdie was still ill...
I checked on him every hour for the past week and he still didn't look good. Like he was getting worse!
He only spent a few hours in the snow! it couldn't of got that bad...
"Guys, I'm getting really worried about Pewds now..." I spoke to them quietly
"I can't sleep at night!" I then turned scared
they looked at each other then at me
"Do you think we should take him to the doctor, just to check him out?" Mr.Chair spoke pretty worried himself
I nodded, getting a worse feeling, almost making my self sick...
"I'd take him now if I were you"! Piggeh persuaded me
I nodded and walked back into out room
"Come on, Pewdie..." I shook him gently, making his eyes open and look at me
"Y-yeah?..." He tried to speak but his voice was faint, like he had trouble breathing
"Were gonna go see a doctor, Ok?" I tried to smile to make him feel better but it was killing me how worried sick I was
"N-no!-" He added in a louder voice, but barely any differen
PewDiePie Fanfic2 Chap. 1I stared at my ceiling, thinking. I could hear Piggeh
After I finished reading that note, Piggeh had scanned
through it. Without saying a word, we’d brought Mr. Chair in and set him on the
couch, where Piggeh immediately lay down next to him. I walked to my room and
crashed on my bed, my head pounding with questions.
How had she done this? A.R., I mean. How is this possible?
And who WAS A.R., anyway?
I heard the door open and looked up to find Piggeh staring at
me solemnly. “We need to find Stephano and the others.”
I sighed, standing up. “I agree. But where could they be?”
“Clearly, they are somewhere, bro,” he said, “And we have to
find them fast. Who knows what’ll happen if we don’t find them?”
I nodded, “Let’s go. Mr. Chair is stable?”
He nodded as we walked to my door. “He is.”
We walked through the streets in silence. I had given Piggeh
a spare hat to hide his ears from
Desperate Situation for the Amnesiac - Ch. 5~Before~
Suddenly, you hear a growl behind you. The Bro, you think, gasping. PewDie freezes and Stephano slowly turns around, raising his sword. You feel hot breath on your neck, and Mr. Chair clutches your hand so hard, you feel his nails digging in your palm.
"Run!" Stephano shouts. "Now!"
PewDie hesitates, but reaches over, grabbing your wrist and taking off. But as you run, you realize that Mr. Chair's hands slipped from yours. PewDiePie notices it, too. He stops, whipping himself around.
"Chair Mode, PewDie!" Mr. Chair calls from behind you. He squeezes his eyes shut, sitting on air as if he's sitting on a wooden chair. His hands look as if it's resting on a chair's arm, and his fists are clenched. Stephano is shouting at him to move, but for some reason, he can hardly hear a thing.
Stephano holds off The Bro with his long sword, unable to push him away. At this rate, The Bro can easily blow away Stephano and kill Mr. Chair...
And there's no way you're going to
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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