The low growl of a Bro seemed right behind them as he
ran.
"Stephano…!"
"What?"
"Stephano…!"
"What?!"
"Stepha-"
"JES CHRIST PEWDIE THERE REALLY ISN'T TIME FOR THIS RIGHT NOW!"
The growls were getting larger. A door was just ahead. Pewdie banged Stephano against a wall.
("For the love of..., BE CAREFUL.") A few steps ahead was a door. So close…
"BRAAAAWWGGHHH…"
"FITTA!" Pewdie screeched. So close. "FOR LADY GAGA!" He yelled as he burst through the door.
"Pewdie, you are sincerely an idiot." Stephano said in an annoyed tone, watching him lock the door and shove under the knob. He then collapsed on the room was cozy and neat and already had some torches lit. The bedsheets were plushy and red. So unlike the castle to be warm and inviting. It seemed to Pewdie that he had been gone for about 6 months. He wondered what they thought. For a moment he tried to remember how he got there or what happened. But it hurt his head too much to think about it. He wanted something to clear his head. "I need some laudanamnamnam." He said, his voice airy and almost cloudy. "Pewdie, it's laudanum." Stephano sighed. But Pewdie was busy rummaging through his bag and singing "Poker Face" to himself. He downed a bottle and closed his eyes for a moment, drowning in the silky moment of calm and peace. "Pewdie, look at this…" The golden statue said. There was a note and a bottle on the desk. Pewdie slowly blinked his eyes open. Slowly rising from the comforter that seemed to drag him back down. "Hmm?" He shuffled over to the desk and noticed the Bro's growls had subsided.
Pewdie's P.O.V.
I picked up the small note on the writing desk. The writing was large and loopy. Calligraphy. Nobody's handwriting I knew. Of course it wasn't. I haven't even seen my own writing in so long…Only mysterious notes and dead ends. I remember the first note I saw. My face went pale as I slipped into another head ache. It went as quick as it came. Stephano noticed, and looked concerned. But, said nothing. I read the note.
My dearest companion, Stephano,
Ah, my friend, so many memories. But of course, you wouldn't remember. None of them do. But I have very little time, so I shan't share the sorrowful details. If you and your interesting companion choose to accept, I have added with this note a vial. I vial containing the only thing that could ever make you a human. This will only last for 72 hours, and the magic of the potion will wear away. Trust me, dear friend, he will benefit from it also. What could you do as an immobile statue if he were going to be…Murdered?
-An old friend.
Stephano stared at me. "Give me the potion. Now."