Chapter 1

Pewdie slowly opened his eyes and winced in pain. His head was throbbing. He slowly sat up from where he was lying on the floor and looked around in disbelief. Stone walls surrounded him, smelling of mold and moss and age. The floor was also made of stone, and a few chairs were stacked up in a corner. Pewdie gaped in shock. "What am I doing here?" He realized that he had somehow managed to teleport himself into the world of Amnesia.

He shakily climbed up to his feet and walked towards the door. He had to focus on getting out of here. The doorknob was rusty, and the door hinges creaked loudly in protest when he opened it. He paused, listening. No sound came from the other side. Slowly, one step at a time, he exited the room into a hallway that hung with paintings. The paint had flaked away and cracked, making the canvas look like a skeleton. He gulped and tiptoed past the hallway when he came across more doors. This is a maze, he thought. How can I ever escape?

A drawer was seated in a corner, and he opened it cautiously. It was empty. He sighed. Usually there was a laudanum bottle or two clinking inside. He stood up and reached for another door. This time, it was a bedroom. A large bed sagged next to a wooden closet. He opened the closet, expecting to find an item, but was disappointed again when it was empty. He walked across the floorboards and tried a different door. It was locked. He looked around, trying to see if he could find the key. He crouched down and looked under the mattress of the bed. There was nothing there except for cobwebs and dust that made him sneeze. He sighed again in despair. He was never going to get out of here.

Suddenly, he remembered the monsters. He began to move quieter to make sure they didn't hear him. He was painfully aware of the boards that creaked under his feet with every step he took, and darkness seemed to envelope the building. I need a lamp, he thought, as he walked into a room filled with shadows. He held his hands out in front of him as he blindly trudged down a staircase. The railing had been devoured and eaten away by age years ago, so he couldn't use that for support. Suddenly, he felt one of the steps collapse, and he let out a yell when he tumbled down the staircase. He fumbled for something to grab onto, but to no avail. He crashed from the stairs and landed on his face at the bottom. "Ow…" His nose was bleeding, and he was covered in bruises and scratches. Pewdie wearily sat up and rubbed his arms, trying to make the ache go away. He gingerly touched his nose and felt the blood run down his hand in a stream. He slowly got up and fumbled around. Since it was pitch-black, he couldn't see anything.

His foot hit something with a light echoing plink. He reached down to grab it. Running his hands across the smooth surface, he realized that it was a lamp. Great. Now all I need to find is some tinderboxes…

He stiffened when he heard a grunt. It sounded all too familiar, and the hairs at the back of his neck prickled. A monster was coming his way. He blindly stumbled across the dark room, trying to see where he could hide. He wasn't sure if the monsters could see in the dark, but he wasn't taking any chances. He ran into a few objects: a table, a chair, a desk, a drawer, when he finally came across a closet. Heaving a sigh of relief, he clambered inside and shut the doors with shaking hands. Inside the closet, he forced himself to stop shaking. He thought, There's no way he'll find me in here. He stiffened again when he heard the grunt. The monster padded closer, his feet thumping across the floor. Unlike Pewdie, he seemed to have no trouble maneuvering in the darkness. The creature snorted again and halted right in front of the closet.

Pewdie gulped.

The monster grunted, a wet, guttural sound, and continued to plod past. Soon, his footsteps faded. Pewdie let out a cry of relief and fumbled open the closet doors. Carrying the unlit lamp in his trembling hands, he carefully tiptoed across the room.

He eventually managed to find a few tinderboxes stacked up in a corner and eagerly lit up the lamp. It glowed with a warm light, illuminating his face and the farthest corners of the room. He cherished the yellow glow, and watched the flame dance in front of his eyes. Alright, now I need to get back home. He shone the lamp across the walls and came upon a wooden door riddled with cracks. The doorknob was missing, so he pried it open with his fingers. He came upon another hallway, and abruptly froze when he heard footsteps coming his way. The monster! But the footsteps sounded different; instead of plodding heavily, they were light and quick. Pewdie took a step back when a figure cautiously came into view in the lamplight. His eyes widened.

"C-Cry?"

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Okay folks, that's the first chapter of my crappy fanfic. Now please excuse me while I go angst in my corner ;-;