"I swear, if there are any fucking barrels in that storeroom..." Someone growled as crystal blue eyes fluttered open.
The small body trembled with fatigue, trying desperately to escape the heavy slab of diamond. She writhed, trying to stand and come off of the pedestal she had stood on for so long. Her joints popped, relieved to finally be out of that kneeling-in-prayer position.
"I know I have the key for it somewhere!" The person growled, now more peeved than the first time.
The little diamond statue stood, basically clawing away from the little pedestal.
"Sven! Sven! Wake up! Sven!" She whispered, trying to grab the attention of her companion.
The Viking boat turned to her, swinging his sail to show that he was indeed awake.
"He's BACK!" She hissed, still pulling at her burden.
Sven turned to the door, peering out of the locked china cabinet.
"Damn it, Mr. Chair! Where is the fucking key?" The angry voice huffed, struggling against the large metal door.
"I'm sorry Pewdie!" A more gentle voice said.
Sven turned back to the little diamond statue, stoic as ever. How could he show emotion? He was a model Viking boat.
"That's not the barrel! I know him!" The ship whisper-cheered, swaying back and forth happily.
The little statue sighed in relief. If Sven knew this guy... THEY COULD GET OUT!
She fist pumped the air, silently giving thanks. The door swung open with a loud thud, stirring up dust in the long forgotten store room. That door hadn't been open in a year or two... Ever since the barrel trapped them.
"HALLO?" The voice said, all traces of anger missing.
A young man stumbled in, coughing because of all of the dust in the air. His blue eyes were wide with excitement, blond hair soaked in sweat. He wiped his sweaty palms off on his shirt, nearly tripping over his own sneakers as he scanned the room. His shirt was blue with a white fist on it, with "Brofist!" written at the bottom.
The statue and the boat slammed against the cabinet, trying to get his attention. They knew screaming was useless. That barrel cursed this cabinet so that it was magically sealed or something.
"Ish anybody in here? I need a cellar key." The young man said, swinging his lantern about to examine the contents of the dark room.
A second young man stumbled in, arms crossed passively over his chest. His green eyes scanned the room with caution, much resembling the frightened look of a young deer. He brushed his chocolate brown locks out of his eyes and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, scurrying over to the taller blond man.
"Pewdie, can you please hurry?" He said, glancing around nervously.
The blond man looked back, blue eyes full of happiness and obliviousness.
"Hey, Mr. Char? Can you chairmode for me?" He asked cheerfully, tilting his head to the side.
The brunet nodded, looking down.
"Chairmode activate. Boop!" He squeaked, mysteriously transforming into a little wooden chair covered in green velvet.
Pewdie picked up the little green chair, hoisting it up over his head.
"Pewds! What are you- AHHHHH!"
"HYAH!" The blond shouted, swinging the little chair at the glass china cabinet.
"Ouch! Pewds! That hurt!"
The glass door shattered, letting the wooden Viking boat roll off of the cabinet.
"Pewdie!" Sven called, bouncing up and down of the stone floor.
"Sven!" Pewdie yelled, bending down to greet the model Viking ship.
Sven transformed into his human state, his joints popping as he suddenly became his burly Viking self. The two men shook hands, both very glad to see each other again.
"Thank you for freeing us, Pewdie." Sven said, bowing slightly in thanks.
"Us?" Mr. Chair asked, tilting his head.
The little statue continued her struggle, only one foot still attached. She finally yanked it off, transforming back as she began to fall from the high up shelf.
"Allos, Sven. Where have you- OOF!"
The statue landed on something with a clang, rolling back and slamming into the shattered cabinet.
"Ow! What the fu-" Someone hissed, being cut off before they could finish.
"Are you alright?" Mr. Chair asked, stooping down to help the diamond girl up. She nodded, smiling her thanks.
She turned around, holding her hands out to the golden man she had fallen on.
"Je suis très, très désolé!" She squeaked, offering him help up.
"Peu importe." He huffed, standing up on his own.
She glared at him, surprised at his rudeness. She hadn't meant to fall on him! Why would she do that?
Pewdie stepped forward, seeming to have totally ignored the incident that had just occurred.
"Howsa goin' bro? My name is PEWWWWWDIEEEPIE!"
"Bonjour, PEWWWWWDIEEEPIE!" She giggled.
"I'm Mr. Chair. And you are?" Mr. Chair said, smiling sweetly.
"Je m'appelle est Alice." She answered in her elegant French accent, turning back to the golden statue.
"And your name is?" She asked, trying again to be nice.
"Stephano." He sighed, crossing his arms.
Sven stepped forward and threw an arm around Alice's shoulder.
"Glad to finally have escaped the barrel's cabinet." He chuckled, ruffling his companion's hair.
Pewdie perked up at that.
"Barrels did this? Those FAHKING BARRELS!" Pewdie growled, shaking his fist angrily in the air.
Sven nodded with a sigh. They had been trapped in that cabinet for at least a year... or two... three? No more than four. That barrel had caught them before they could escape the castle. Alice had only been kidnaped by the bro mere days before their escape took place. They were almost over the courtyard wall when the barrel knocked them out. He cursed Alice to be a statue and shoved them both in a magically sealed china cabinet.
"I shall explain later." The raven haired Viking sighed, reaching up to the shelf of the cabinet that they had resided on. "I believe you needed this?" He said with a smile, holding out a small cellar key. Pewdie's mouth dropped open and he gasped in joy.
"YES! THANK YOU SVEN!" He shouted, taking the key and jumping up and down happily.
Stephano walked over to the Swede and placed his hands on the blond's shoulders, anchoring him to the ground.
"Yes, thank you Sven. We should be going now, but we wish you well. Just come and find us if those fucking barrels give you any morre trouble." He said in his thick French accent, bowing politely.
Mr. Chair stepped forward.
"Unless you two would like to join us?" He asked, smiling the sweetest smile he could muster up. Mr. Chair was curious about the young diamond statue. He sensed something special within her and thought he might write a good story or two based off of her unusual tale.
Sven stroked his curly black beard, chuckling softly.
"Sounds great, but I think I have some unfinished business to attend to." He stated, eyes burning with a desire for revenge.
Mr. Chair looked to Alice.
"And you, Alice?" He asked, giving puppy dog eyes just subtle enough that she wouldn't see right through him.
"I think I should stay with Sven." She said, drawing closer to the brawny Viking.
"Please?" Pewdie asked, stepping in. He was curious about the little statue as well, wanting to know what she knew about the barrels.
Alice looked up to her dear friend and protector, who had kept her safe from the time she was kidnaped and held prisoner in the castle. He patted her head, disturbing her hair from its natural fall.
"Maybe it's time you learned about Brennenburg Castle, no?" He chuckled softly, nudging her forward.
He had become much like a father to her in her perils, and was her only anchor to sanity during the time trapped in the cursed china cabinet. Alice widened her eyes, still not wishing to leave her best friend and be left with these strange men. Sven noticed the worry and rolled his eyes.
"You will love these boys. Pewdie will make you laugh 'till you cry." He started, patting the Swede on the shoulder. "Mr. Chair here is really smart. Way smarter than myself, so now you can make intelligent conversation." He laughed, knowing that Alice was very intellectual, unlike himself. He tousled the green eyed man's hair before moving on. "And Stephano... He's a warrior like me. He has the heart of a lion, and is very brave. He'll keep you safer than I ever could." Sven said, side hugging the golden Frenchman.
Stephano rolled his eyes, not eager to be traveling with yet another weak and cowardly character. Alice blushed slightly, hating how Sven talked to her like she was a child. She felt very embarrassed at the first impression she had given of herself. Mr. Chair stepped forward, grabbing Alice's small hand in his.
"So, will you join us?" He asked, eyes hopeful.
Alice cast another worried glance to Sven before giving Mr. Chair a nod.
"It'd be a pleasure."
Mr. Chair smiled, glad to have a new adventuring friend that wasn't a cowardly Swedish gamer or angry French swordsman. Alice stood on her toes and hugged her dearest Viking companion, giving him a friendly kiss on the cheek to say goodbye for now. He patted her on the back, knowing that she was about to get an adventure she may or may not be ready for. He worried about her lack of knowledge of the dangers of the castle, as they had spent all of her time in the castle locked up in the storeroom.
"Au revoir, Sven, mon ami." She purred as she turned to go.
"Goodbye, young one. You know where to find me." He said, saluting her.
Pewdie ran up behind her and grabbed her arm, heading towards the door.
"Mr. Chair, Stephano! Hurry! We have the cellar key now!" He shouted as he dragged the little diamond statue away.
Mr. Chair rushed to follow them, short legs and lack of athleticism making it hard to match Pewdie's pace. Stephano walked slowly and grudgingly behind, already more royally pissed than usual.