Chapter One

Finally they got away from the crowd. It was getting harder and harder to vacation nowadays with how popular he was. Felix let out a sigh as he sat down on a bench, flinching and shooting right back up when the cold off the stone hit him.

Marzia smiled cutely. "At least we have time to ourselves now."

It was true. They easily lost the crowd through the complex halls of the castle. Hopefully they wouldn't find them for a while. Felix crossed his arms behind his head as his eyes fell upon the massive structure that still lay in front of them. "What are we waiting for? Let's get to exploring!" He grabbed a hold of her hand and they sped off to one of the nearby open doors.

Castles had always been cool to him. Something about these big buildings being built back when technology was so lacking just had the amazingness of them all the more… well, amazing! The blonde stopped in front of one of the empty suites of armor. It was simple enough, and yet again with the limited tech back then this was a great feat.

A flash had him jump only to notice it was Marzia taking a quick picture. He made a face and continued on down the hall. Almost nothing within the walls was from when the castle originally stood. Of course some new wall-hangings were brought in because of the vibrant colors as well as quality of them. Not to say they couldn't have been hand-made, but there was no way they were the original works. Even an idiot could see that.

As they continued on and on, Felix found himself getting bored. It was fun at first – as well as still awesome – but now it was just walking. Everything else they looked at were things they had already seen before. Marzia was a fan of these kinds of things so she was still happy, but Felix was about ready to ask if they could go. Not to mention he was getting hungry.

When the moment came that he couldn't take the walking anymore, something caught his eye. A glimmer just off in a room to the side.

Felix glanced to Marzia and figured she wouldn't notice if he were gone for just a second. He slid off to the side room. It was a large room with a bed set up, a table with objects made to look like that era, and an oriental rug that just looked out of place. On the table was the object that had caught the light coming in through the window. It was a golden statue. No. A gold painted statue. The paint was chipping away around the small sword in the person's hands. Looking at the statue the Swedish man found himself picking it up before he realized he had done so. He turned it in his hands letting his fingertips run over the worn out paint.

"Felix?" Marzia's head poked into the room. "Oh, there you are. What did you find?"

"Huh? Oh, a statue. I don't know it was shiny." He shrugged it off and placed the little object back on the table where it belonged. As he turned away something felt wrong. He looked back thinking he had left his phone on the table, but all that was there was the statue. Felix turned away once more. "Marzia, can we go eat? I'm getting bored-" A loud crack rang out and the floor fell from under him. His leg was pushed through the floor, wood and stone scratching it up.

"Felix!"

The Swedish man threw out his arm yelling, "Stop!" He was in pain, leg throbbing from the countless scratches he just obtained. "The floor-! It might break! Stay back, Marzia!" he ordered her even through his own fear of falling through. "U-uh… um… G-get a chair or something!" He needed something to grab onto just to make sure she didn't get close to him.

She left the room.

Again there was a loud snap as another part of the floor broke away and Felix's other leg broke through. He grabbed onto what he could, managing to hold himself up. "HURRY!" he shrieked. The floor was smooth, having been polished to keep it in good condition. His fingers couldn't find a proper hold and there was nothing for his feet to get rooted on – they just kicked at the dark air that threated to reach up and pull him down. Slowly he was sliding back into the dark. Truth be told, if he didn't slip in then the floor would only break under his weight and he would fall at any moment.

Marzia returned finally with one of the wall-hangings and another two people. He was thrown the fabric which he grabbed with one hand. As his grip fastened on it, more of the floor broke away. Felix slipped back only to catch the edge of the wood with his other hand.

"Hold on!" one of them yelled. "Grab on! We'll pull you out!"

He did as he was told, grabbing onto the tapestry and letting out a yell when another small portion of the floor fell away leaving him hanging by nothing but the fabric. It was all that was keeping him from vanishing into the cold, deep darkness. "Get me out!"

The tapestry moved slightly, but a rip appeared from the broken wood. As if the motion would save him, trembling fingers reached up toward the rip in the tapestry. Slowly the rip widened as each strand reached their limit and snapped. All at once, finally, the fabric was ripped clean in half. Felix couldn't utter a single sound as the fear took over. Into the darkness. He was going to be swallowed up by the darkness. Forever.

When it set in, he opened his mouth and screamed for his life as he plummeted down into the coldness that lay waiting for him under the castle.

Darkness. It was just as cold and quiet as all the games said. A quiet so loud that it was impossible to ignore. A darkness so unexplainably dark that it made you see things.

No wait, Felix really was seeing things. A ceiling? Was that really a ceiling? Was he out already?

The blonde man sat up, hand to his forehead when a soft throbbing rose to his skull. His eyelids felt heavy. It was hard to look around. There was no light and yet he was able to see. The hallway was nothing important, just a normal sized, brick hallway with the same sort of decorations as above. Did this mean he had just fallen down a level or two? That he could still get out?

Slowly he got to his feet and proceeded to look up. There was a hole in the ceiling where he must have fallen through but it was filled up with rubble. In a panic, he jumped away from the hole just in case it decided to fall in on him then. It never did and he felt stupid for jumping.

Oh well. If there was decoration down here then that meant he could find a way up. Felix turned away from the hole and started down the hall.

Rooms to his left and right and each one locked. None of the doors had proper handles on them like the ones upstairs. Each of these was just a pull or push. One or two doors had a panel beside them with some sort of writing on them, but he couldn't read it. He gave up on the old castle gibberish and continued in his search for stairs.

Down the hall, around a corner, and then he felt like he was getting nowhere when everything began to look the same. Then a chair came into view. It was a green chair with a dark frame. The green had small swirling patterns on it in gold thread. It complimented the chair nicely. As he came closer to it, intending to sit in it, Felix stopped and stared at the chair.

Okay, I'm crazy, he thought to himself. That… it looks like… the green chair from Amnesia. He laughed pulling on the chair a little, now feeling awkward to sit in it. "Heh… Hey, Mr. Chair." Felix smiled at the old character's name. It gave him a feeling of… the best way to say it was depression. He longed for the old days when he wasn't so popular and he had his bros. It made things so much simpler. Now with all the new friends, he didn't need to make up any for himself.

Standing there for a moment, he waved to the chair and went on his way once more. All of the doors here were locked as well, except the final one he checked before he would turn the corner. "Finally! An open door." He pushed it open slowly.

A harsh smell hit him and Felix stumbled back. "Ugh! Smells like someone died in here…" He peaked inside. It was an empty room apart from the pile of dead animals in the opposite corner lit up by a single candle. If the smell weren't so great then of course he'd run in there and grab that candle, but he felt he'd puke if he got too close. "Gross…" With much delight, he shut the door sealing the smell back inside the room.

It was a perfect time for one of his many voices he enjoyed doing, but the situation was too serious. Instead he proceeded to pull on the other doors before he was forced deeper and deeper into the darkness that he feared wouldn't let up.

Two more corners and still so much darkness. If there were decorations down here then why was everything locked?

One more door and the dull sound of the lock thudding had him feel like giving up. He let out a sigh as he turned to continue on. A table caught his eye. Other than the chair earlier, there had been nothing in the halls. Maybe it meant he was getting closer to the tourist side of the castle.

Felix walked up to the table and stumbled when he saw it. "No way.. No way!" He ran up to it and picked it up. It felt cold in his hands, exactly like he had always expected it to. "This is so cool! Stephano! It's Stephano! Ha haa!" The gold statue was rusted slightly, the color bronzed in patches. "I don't care if it's the castle's; I'm taking this." He laughed again, smiling wide at the statue. "'Ellos PewDie," he said in the old character's voice that he hadn't done in so long. "Dammit, my accent was always so bad."

He felt so much safer with the thing there with him. Still weird that it was here though. He half expected to hear the grunt or even a teleporting naked guy.

"PewDie…?"

Felix froze. That was Stephano's accent saying his name. It was unmistakable. He had said it so much himself that he couldn't ever take it for anyone else. The only thing is that he wasn't the one who had just said it.