I escaped. I ran until the earth moved beneath my feet and further. I ran until I was on the doorstep of my destination, leagues away. Of course, I had to use other means of transportation; I'm not a superhuman. So I pick-pocketed money and caught a train to Italy, from Romania (where I had lived).

Technically, I didn't know him, but I knew of him. He didn't even know I existed, but he was the only one I could go to. Many know him as PewDiePie... His real name is Felix Arvid Ulf Kjellberg. I had seen him on YouTube, playing through horror games. He was the closest thing I had to a friend. He was the only thing that could make me happy.

Now, why I ran away is a question that will appear later in this tale…

I had memorized what his girlfriend's house looked like from vlogs, and the address from glimpses of street names, numbers on walls, etc. I had literally walked from the train station to here, which was quite a distance.

I then stood upon the welcome mat to a house, which I was fairly sure belonged to Felix and Marzia, fist poised to knock. I was hesitating because I had no idea how he would react to a random girl showing up at his house looking for a place to stay. Any sane person would send me away and deem me a creepy homicidal hobo, but I was hoping Felix would give me a little grace. After gathering my courage, I knocked thrice. The first was quite meek so I added another at the end.

A frail looking old woman with two small children behind her answered the door.

"Um, can you tell me where Felix Kjellberg and Marzia…" I could never remember her last name…

"Felix? Yes, that boy's crazy; he's always in there screaming and talking. He and his girl live right next door, that way," She warbled in a thick Italian accent, while pointing to the beautiful house at my right.

"Thank you, Ma'am," I replied, smiling briefly at her.

"Mmmhmm. Tell Marzia that Miss Hopkins from next door says hi. Bye, now."

"Okay, I'll tell her. Goodbye." When she shut the door, I forced my sore legs to proceed to the next house. The house was gorgeous; it was much more beautiful than it seemed in the videos. Before knocking, I examined the artisan framework of the thick, wooden, authentically carved door. I loved carving, widdling, and architecture. I usually kept a piece of wood and a knife in my pocket for times of boredom. My knife was a pocket-knife I had found on the road. Its sheath kept it from being discovered by metal-detectors. But, I digress…

For the second time, I gathered my courage and rapped upon the artisan door. Faintly from the inside, I heard quick, running footsteps, a crash, and a familiar Swedish accent swearing. He opened the door with an annoyed expression and clutching his elbow.

"Uh… Hi, Pewdie…"

His eyebrows rose. "You're a bro?"

"Yes. I'm not exactly sure how to say this, but… I need a place to stay. I don't have any money for a hotel, and I have no friends or family around here. You were the only one I have somewhat of a chance at taking me in. So… you don't have to, of course. I would just be great if you could, I mean—" I rambled until he cut me off.

"Hey. It's cool. We got room," He smiled.

"Oh, thank God," I muttered, involuntarily. "Would it be okay with Marzia?"

"Oh. Ah…" He voice dropped to a whisper. "I'll tell her you're my cousin. What's your name, by the way?"

"Sharada Shetan Sonozaki. I know. Crazy name."

He laughed. "I've heard weirder. Where are you from? How old are you?"

"Romania. I'm 22. Where's Marzia?"

"She's in the shower," His eyes flickered, like he was remembering an inside joke or a fond memory. "Come in!" He moved aside for me. I stepped into the house, before he closed the door behind us. "How'd you get all the way from Romania to Italy, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I hopped from train to train. Some stuff happened at home that I'd like to keep to myself, and I had nowhere else to go."

"Okay. That's all right. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to."

My eyes dropped to my feet shyly, while I murmured a quiet thanks. I fleetingly glanced back up at his face. This guy was sweet. Really sweet.

An awkward silence commenced. I could tell Felix could sense it, as well.

"Ah, what do you do when your not making videos?" I asked to break the ice.

"Not much, really. I do stuff with Marzia and her family. Her dad really doesn't like me, it's weird."

"That's understandable. Seeing that you're a few years older than she is. Still, you're a likeable guy. He should accept that you're probably going to spend the rest of your life with her…" The last sentence brought me a little jealousy. Maybe it was that I was jealous of their relationship and wished I had someone in my life like him, or maybe I just wanted HIM. Either way, I couldn't tell.

Then, Marzia entered the room holding a condom and wearing nothing but a towel. I covered my face, unsure if I should laugh to death or die of embarrassment.

"Uh, I Marzi," I could hear the tension in his voice. "This is my cousin, Sharada."

Raised my head and waved. "Hi," I squeaked.

She lowered the condom in hopes that I hadn't seen it, but I had. Her expression was a sort of freaked out, frozen smile. She turned and walked stiffly back into the hallway.

I snorted. "What just happened?" I began to laugh like I hadn't in a while.

"Oh fuck. We don't have sex, I swear! I don't know what she was doing, but it is NOT what it looks like," Felix went after her down the hall.

I continued to laugh. Every time it seemed like I was about to calm down, my mind drifted back to it and began all over again.

Felix returned to the main room.

"Marzia won't come out of her room," He mused. "I guess she's embarrassed the fuck out of herself. Anyway, there's an extra bed in my room if you want to crash there. I'll show you where it is."

He led me back down the hall to a door on the right. Before he opened it, I felt with a twinge of excitement at the fact that I was about to enter the place where every female bro wants to be. And it wasn't his asshole.

The room had two large windows with a writing desk between with swooping framework both on the wall across from the door. The room was an odd shape, like a trapezoid. The wall that held the door was a bit shorter than the wall across from it. The identical beds where pushed up against opposite diagonal walls. It was very spacious, enough to hold the two beds and still be comfortable. The door to a walk-in closet was implanted on the right-hand wall.

"Why do you have two beds?"

"Well, they used to be all one bunk bed, then we took them apart and never did anything with either," He explained. "You can sleep in either one. I'll go make Marzia some hot chocolate. By the way, I explained to her that you were my cousin and your parents were going through a divorce and you needed a place to stay."

"Okay. I'm exhausted," I yawned. "See you…" When he eased the door shut on the way back out, I walked to one bed and smelled it. It held Felix's masculine scent. Turning around and crossing to the other bed, I noticed the carpet was very soft. The other bed still bore Felix's scent, but not as much. He must sleep in the other one. I flopped down onto the bed and fell asleep almost as soon as my head touched the pillow.

I woke around 8 in the morning. It took me a moment to recover the memory of where I was. I couldn't detect any sign of Felix. Deciding he was probably already awake, I swung my feet off the bed and onto the floor. I peered toward the windows. It was remarkably dark for 8:18 A.M. (Felix possessed a small alarm clock on the writing desk).

I turned and lazily strolled out the door. My bare feet touched damp stone instead of sleek wood floor. This wasn't Marzia's house at all; in fact, it was what looked like the setting of Felix's most famous feat, Amnesia: The Dark Descent. It seemed quite cliché, the same in any typical Pewdiepie-related fanfiction. Amnesia didn't scare me that much, but ACTUALLY BEING THERE was an entirely different concept.

"I must be dreaming… This isn't possible! Please, please, please someone wake me. This isn't right…" Closing my eyes, I clutched my head between my hands and began to breathe deeply, murmuring to myself to retain calmness. Think about when Pewdie hit a million bros or when Stephano was born.

A sudden, staccato screech jerked me back to the cold present. "Felix?" I called, raising my head.

"H-here," Came his quiet cry from down the hall.

I cautiously made my way to the source of his voice, which was to the right and into another door on the left. I opened it to find him shocked and frozen over a woman's body. It was Marzia.

Her body was splayed out on a king-sized bed with a fluid-leaking aperture in the side of her head through which you could literally see her gray, moist brain. Her stomach had two perpendicular gashes in it, forming a cross and releasing internal organs, staining the sheets in thick, dark purple matter.

I ripped my gaze away from the desecrated young woman, back to Felix.

His eyes were glued to her remains. His jaw hung open, his mind attempting to process what lie before him. A moaning sound emerged from his parted lips and grew to an agonized scream. He fell to his knees on the hard floor, probably bruising and tearing up his legs. Tears trailed freely down his face; I couldn't imagine what kind of pain he must be going through. I've never loved anyone like that.

"Felix…"