The dirty blond Swed opens his light blue eyes, his face has a light beard lining his chin.
"Wh-where the hell am I?"
He asks looking around the unfamiliar room, he sits up in the strange bed and examines the room. The room is red with a strange flower design and green borders that line the room, a small brown dresser with only three drawers sits beside the bed. On the right side of the room on the right side of a window full of fog sits a brown and yellow wardrobe, on the other side of the room sits a desk with three small drawers, a cabinet, and a plain brown wooden chair. The Swedish man removers the dark green blanket that has the same design as the wall and swings his legs over the side of the bed then places his feet on the hard wood floor. Some of the floor is being covered by a large red rug, it only covers the middle of the floor.
To his surprise he's wearing a pair of black leather shoes, dark blue jeans which show that the threads around the knees are worn from years of use. He's also wearing a white shirt with the black outline of a fist and under the fist in big bold letters reads the word Brofist. These are his clothes as he remembers a fan of his internet video's sending him the shirt but he definitely didn't go to bed in them. He gasps and calls out for someone.
"M-Marzia!" He calls his beautiful Italian girlfriends name which was also a fan of his but after a friend told her of his videos she contacted him and soon after that they got together. "Cutiepie!"
He calls once more for the light brown haired chocolate eyed girl this time using her internet name, the man is getting worried as he knows he kissed her goodnight before they went to sleep in their separate beds. In the room there was only a queen sized bed, he stubbles to the door still feeling a bit woozy and tries to open it only to find that it's locked.
Shit.
He thinks as he jogs over to the small dresser and kneels in front of it, he opens the bottom drawer to find two match boxes both with twenty matches in side. He opens the middle drawer to find a small vial of blue liquid, he then opens the top drawer but nothing is in it, he crawls over to the right side of the room to search the desk. He opens the cabinet and finds lantern and a large bottle of oil, he fills the lantern with the oil but doesn't bother turning it on as the glow from the red candles flame is enough to light the room. When he stands up he places the lantern on the desk reminding himself not to forget it when and if he finds the key. He goes over to the wardrobe and opens it but only finds white shirts hanging from wire hangers, finding nothing he looks around the room not moving from his spot. With a sigh of defeat he falls against the wall the wall and sinks to the ground, the sudden thump causes a painting of Mt. Everest to fall and hit the young man's head.
Rubbing the throbbing part of his skull he looks up to see a hole in the wall where the painting was hanging, he stands up and smiles seeing an old rusty key sitting in the hole. He takes the key, grabs the lantern, then goes to the door, he puts the key into the key hole and turns it but as the door unlocks he hears a cracking sound. The key broke inside the lock, worried he turns the knob but is relieved that the door opens, outside the room it's pitch black so he lights his new lantern with one of his matches. It doesn't help much only lighting the space around him, there are two hallways one to his left and one to his right each leading only into darkness. He begins thinking about which way to take when he hears a low moan from the left side. The man turns around to see something limping toward him, thinking it's a wounded person he carefully walks toward it.
When he gets closer the moan turns into a low growl, his eyes widen as he sees it isn't a man nor a woman but a monster. It has no jaw so its tongue hangs limply from the back of what's left of its mouth, it looks somewhat human but at the same time it's clear it isn't, at least not anymore. Its only form of clothing is a cloth just big enough to cover its groin area, stitches cover its hairless body as it limps closer to the man. It lets out another low growl as the thing reaches for the man with its long sharp claws, in fear and confusion the man stumbles backwards falling onto his butt. Finding it somewhat hard to move he slowly inches away from the thing until he hits a wall. Panic rises as he sees that there's another hallway to the left of him but is too afraid to try and run for it thinking the monster might lunge at him.
He closes his eyes not wanting to know what'll happen nest just thinking, how did this happen? Why am I here? Where is Marzia and is she okay? Knowing he'll never get an answer he awaits his fate, he suddenly hears running and what sounds like a sword being unsheathed. After hearing what sounds like a thirty second battle he starts to think he's about to be pray to a bigger more dangerous foe.
"There you are Pewdie, I've been looking all over for you."
Hearing his internet name Pewdie opens his eyes and looks up, the thing he thought to be a horrifying monster fighting for a meal is actually a teenager about seventeen, the boy has golden skin and yellow eyes. His hair is a darkish yellow, he's wearing yellow Egyptian clothes, he's holding out his hand to help Pewdie up.
"Come now, you are safe." The Swede hears a bit of a French accent in the boys voice.
"Wh-who are you?" He asks taking the boys hand. "Why'd you save me?" He helps Pewdie to his feet before answering.
"I am Stephano." Stephano kneels down digging the tip of his golden blade into the ground as he bows his head. "It's nice to finally meet face to face king Pewdiepie."
Pewdie is shocked he'd play many games and find a golden or sometimes bronze statue and name it Stephano. Stephano stands, seeing his kings' confusion he smirks and sheaths his sword. "I will explain when we get to the safe place with Piggeh and Mr. Chair." He holds out his hand to take the lantern. "Please, I shall lead the way." Reluctantly he hands the yellow lantern to the golden teen.
"Thank you." As they walk Pewdie keeps a firm hold of Stephanos shirt. "Don't worry, sir, I have just walked through these hallways, they should be clear."
The hallways are green with the same flower pattern as the rooms' walls but with a red border. Since all the hallways look the same the only difference being the number of brown yellow knobbed doors and the amount of blood and bodies it would be easy to get lost. Although the words of the teen were somewhat comforting it's the word "should" that still gives Pewdie this uneasy feeling in his chest. After what seems like hours of walking in the foul smelling hallways Pewdie starts to hear voices.
"Gah ha ha ha ha ha! I'm pumped, I'm pumped, I'm so freakin' pumped!" Yells a loud mouth sounding male letting the noise echo down the hallway, he hears Stephano let out an irritated sigh.
"I told that moron to keep his damn voice down." He grumbles in anger, Stephano stops outside a door with a weak light flickering from under the crack of the door.
"Ssssh! Stephano told us to keep it quiet or we'd attract monsters." An older nervous sounding man says trying to quiet down the loud mouth.
"Ah ha ha ha! That stick in the mud? He's waaaay to paranoid."
AN; Thank you for reading, this is my first fanfic and in the future I hope to become an author. If you would like please write a comment and tell me what you think. Chapter two will be up as soon as possible.