Felix yawned as he went to his room. "Ah, another night, another weird dream, probably", he said, because he had been experiencing some strange dreams as of late. He turned off all the lights and fell into the deep, confusing, and imaginative world of dreaming.
"Pewdie? Pewdie? Pewdie?! PEWDIE!" A man shouted after trying to be patient, but eventually losing his temper. Pewdie just would't wake for ANYTHING!
Felix stirred. 'What the hell? Pewdie? Only my Youtube fans call me that... And is that... I think it is, but I've never heard his voice without it coming out of my mouth.' Pewdie looked up and saw a man in golden nomad clothes with a sheathed sword, and a golden turban. His complexion was golden enough that Pewdie almost couldn't tell the difference between skin and clothing.
"Pewdie, get the fuck up. We have a lot to do, and a long way to go. Come on, Mr. Chair is waiting for us." The golden man said expectantly while waiting for the dumbstruck Pewdie to move.
"St-Stephano? Is it really you?" Pewdie was almost certain he was dreaming, cause the only two other options was that this was the most awesome bro ever, or he was seriously tripping balls.
"Of course! Who the fuck else would wait here for you?! Now get up! I've been sitting here, calling your name for almost an hour now! Get your lantern, morphine, and pick a weapon, then we can be off." Stephano said, irritated. He didn't want to be mean, but Pewdie had been taking up his time since they got here.
Pewdie slowly got up, still marveling that there was the real Stephano in the flesh, standing right in front of him. in his dream, of course. He picked up the lantern, some oil, put a few shots of morphine in his pocket, then went to select a weapon.