*Pewdie's POV*
I was going through the rooms in the hallway just shortly after getting locked the the Brennenburg Castle by complete accident. I thought it may have been some completely abandoned house, and dared myself to just walk in.
Looking around, straining my eyes as my lantern was my only light source, I searched for the door that would lead me out of the hall I was in. It was a good thing I had the lantern, or I would trip over a ton of scattered object on the floor. And I never would've found the door out without the scream.
"Help! I need help!," someone with a thick accent cried. Luckily, I was standing next to the door, so I went right in.
In the room, Mr. Chair was laying on his side, clutching his calf, his green beret sliding off his head. "Mr. Chair! What happened to you?," I gently, going over to him. "Ow...some bro with swag swooped in and broke my leg," he said. "Damn, that's not good," I said. "Lemme just feel where it broke. Relax - it's not going to feel too pleasant." Carefully, I pushed on Mr. Chair's shinbone feeling where the crack in the bone was. As I edged near the center of his leg, he let out a few little puppy whimpers. When I pressed down on the center of his shin, he screeched, and whipped his beret at my face. "OW, PEWDIE! OWW!," he screamed. I pulled my hands away from him. "Alright, alright. I'm sorry," I whispered.
Mr. Chair rolled onto his side. "Ahh, goddamn this kills!," Mr. Chair whimpered. "It's going to be okay, Mr. Chair," I reassured him. "There's gotta be some pain killer or something in the castle around here. Let me get you somewhere safe, and I'll go out and look for some."
As carefully as I could, I lifted Mr. Chair off the ground, and carried him to the bed in the corner of the room. After setting him down gently, he rolled around a little to make himself cozy. "Ah, thank you Pewdie," he sighed. "No probs," I answered. Mr. Chair seemed to tense up once again. "You're going to come back, right?," he asked. I nodded, and brushed his shoulder with the back of my hand a few times. "You've got nothing to worry about," I reassured him. "I'm not going far at all, and I'll come right back here once I have the medicine. You just stay relaxed, and I'll be back as soon as I can." Mr. Chair nodded, and closed his eyes. I could see his tense shoulders drop, and he relaxed. It looked like he was falling into a light nap.
Quietly, I left the room so that I wouldn't disturb him. There was a brisk walk through a few rooms before I saw a light blue vial and a few syringes sitting on top of a box. There it was! I went over to the ladder rested against the stack of boxes, and climbed it. I got the vial and syringes off the box, and started to climb down. That's when the ladder leaned to the side a bit, and all at once, it fell over, taking me down with it.
Once I hit the ground, I fell directly on top of my right shoulder. An irritating throb went up and down my arm, shooting into my shoulder and elbow. What a great moment to test out the pain killer! I shook my arm out of my sleeve, and filled a syringe with the medicine. Slowly and carefully, I pushed the needle of the syringe into my bicep, and released the medicine. There was a slightly uncomfortable sting for a second, but once I took out the syringe, it began to subside.
After a few calming deep breaths, everything went away; it felt as though I hadn't even fell on my shoulder at all. If it could work on my shoulder, it would surely work on Mr. Chair's leg. Slipping the vial and syringes into my satchel, and got off the ground. Then I started back towards the room he was in.
I was shocked to see a mountain of gravel and boulders blocking the door. My heart started to pound loudly; what had happened? Would Mr. Chair still be okay? I took my hammer out of my satchel, and pounded at the rocks, turning them into powder. Once all the boulders were cleared, I reached for the doorknob that was exposed, and turned it. Climbing over the last few boulders, I entered the room.
However, the lamp in the room that's usually on was off, and there were a few pieces of broken glass on the floor. I reached back into my satchel, and pulled out my lantern. There was a tinderbox on the floor that I used to light it.
Scanning the dimmed room, I looked over at Mr. Chair, who was curled up and sleeping in the bed. My eyes rested on the bed, and I gasped. Instead of Mr. Chair, I had found his beret, and glasses...
...Mr. Chair had been...
...abducted.
