The young blonde haired man walked down the lonely corridor, muttering a Swedish nursery rhyme under his breath. The corridor, stretched out long in front of him, and in the cold, dank air, it seemed as if the whole castle was holding its breath. In his outstretched left arm he clutched a lantern, his only source of light. He came around a corner, and in the darkness heard his name being called softly.
"Mr. Chair?" he whispered, swinging his arm in the direction of the sound.
The green chair sat quietly at a desk, and looked back at him.
"Chair mode, Pewdie," Mr. Chair reminded, "Chair mode."
Seeing his friend, Pewdiepie briskly walked over to him.
"Do you have something for me?" he asked, relived to be in the presence of a bro.
Mr. Chair smiled. "You know I do, Pewdie, you know I do. In the desk, bottom drawer."
Quickly Pewdie ripped open the bottom drawer and his face lit up.
"Laudanumnumnumnumnumnumnum, that's lovely!" He turned back around, just as there was eerie moan echoing down the corridor.
"Run Pewdie!" Mr. Chair screamed as The Bro came around the corner. "I'll hold him off!"
Pewdie saw Mr. Chairs form launch at the bro and heard him screaming to run, then turned and sped off down the corridor. The sounds of the battle died down behind him, and he wiped salty tears from his eyes with the back of his free hand. He tested a door. It opened and he ducked inside. He sniffed loudly, wiped away more tears, then looted the room.
"Mr. Chair…" he mumbled sadly, thinking of the sacrifice. "You were a true bro, Mr. Chair." he sniffed again as he grabbed the last of the sanity potion and dropped them into the dust leather satchel the hung loosely at his side. On top of the desk he found a note.
Pewdie, I see your friend just made the ultimate sacrifice. Hopefully it wasn't in vain. The key for the doorway out of the cellar is near. Perhaps, and old friend can help you find it.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" he mumbled, stuffing the slightly crinkled piece of paper into the satchel. He opened the door again, and a massive form was flung at his face. He let out a girly scream, and his hands flew up, but he heard a familiar voice.
"Yeah, I got you. I saw you jump. Yeah-eah."
"Piggeh!" He reached down and snatched the pig up in his arms, hugging him fiercely.
"Oh, hu-hu. Look whose happy to see me. Maybe a little to happy? You know, there's a bed in the room across the hall if you wanna, you know, see a good time." the pig said, enjoying the feeling of being so near to Pewdie.
"You sicko." Pewdie replied, setting him down. "Way to kill the moment."
"I'm thinking the moment is just getting started. Yeah-eah."
Pewdie rolled his eyes. Then with the happy pig at his side, made his way down the hall.