Hey guys, I'm not gonna post a new chapter for The Cold and the Dark for a while, I've had complete writer's block…. BUT, I am going to start a new story, because I fuckin feel like it! I already have it written down, and it's kinda confusing. Ya know those couple episodes where Pewdiepie would talk to that angel statue in Amnesia? Well, that's gonna be important in this story. This is a Pewdiepie fanfiction, forgot to say that. Uh…yeah…anyway idk who I'm gonna pair her up with..either Stephano or Piggeh, then defiantly a brother-relationship with Pewdie and Mr. Chair, same thing with a sister relationship with Jennifer. Ugh, I feel like I'm missing someone… anyway she's pretty cool.

Chapter One: Pewds and Stephano…

I woke up on a bed, actually quite calmly. The atmosphere of the room seemed really stuffy, and it was extremely quiet. I tried to remember how I got here, but all I could remember was my personality and name. My name was Saroph, ("Sare", and then "uff") and I'm a 24 year old female, clearly, and I'm the angel statue that appears here sometimes. I have literally knee-long black hair that's got silver highlights, my eyes are just a plain grey though. My shirt was ripped just below my breasts, but thank god I still had a bra on. It was black with the top of a swirl pattern on it, the lower half was ripped off. My pants were jeans, but the right pant leg was completely ripped off, just below my boy shorts. I was actually quite skinny, so I wasn't self-conscious about my appearance, not meaning to sound like a hooker. (No offense to hookers of the world) I had matching shoes but the shoe on my right foot, it had straps that curled up my leg up to my mid thy, technically they were sandals. Oh and one more thing, I'm a complete music lover and rebel. Name one song, other than Christian, and I'll know it. Japanese, or Spanish, I'll know it. But who cares right now.

I groaned and sat up, my hair was messy and hanging over my eyes, so I couldn't see until I brushed it away. Immediately I jumped back and shrieked, a teleporting naked guy came at me at full speed. I don't know how I know the name of them, I just do. I stood up, throwing the body at the wall. I walked around the room, searching for something to be able to see with, the room was dark and musky. I stumbled into a desk, and opened the drawer, a lantern rolled in the space, and I grabbed it. "Son of a bitch I need oil or some shit like that…" I said. Oh yeah, I have a swearing problem. I ripped open a closet, and on one of the shelves I saw a big container of oil. "Fuck yes…" I said grabbing it and filling up the lantern. Instantly the room lit up, drab furniture surrounded the room. I scowled at the lack of style or color in the room. Passing a mirror on my way out the room, I noticed something underneath my shirt on my back. I turned around best I could and put the lantern up to see my back. Tattooed on my back were large, black angel wings. "Well hello…" I mumbled, just then remembering I had those.

I smiled and stepped out of the room, I still felt like I was forgetting a couple things. I walked down a narrow hallway, scowling at the plain colors and such. I need color, I couldn't live being colorblind. I felt the walls for any light switches or doors; I came across a lever and pulled it instinctively. A loud roar and deep vibration shook the hallway I was in. I fell over from the loss of balance and stupidly dropped the lantern. "SHIT-SPONGE!" I cursed. (Homestuck reference :3). I whipped around, peering down the hallway to try and see. As soon as my eyes adjusted I could see a form running towards me, I couldn't quite see until it came into view. It was clearly a monster, no bones, but it had a large-clawed hand. Suddenly I saw a bright light flash in the corner of my eye, and I looked to see a silver scythe with a rose charm hanging from the head of the handle. The handle had an engraving of a rose steam curling around it too. (hey fuck off if you don't like it, Stephano gets his sword, Piggeh gets his pistol, Mr. Chair gets his dagger, the Barrels get their assortment of guns…)I knew what pose to get into so I did and curved my scythe behind me. Once the monster was in range I slid my left hand down the handle, since my scythe was upside-down it was technically up, and pushed down, allowing my scythe to bounce off my back and swing towards the monster, cutting it in half easily.

I relaxed and the scythe disappeared in another flash, but it wasn't completely dark, at the end of the corridor I saw a man with headphones on, blue eyes and blonde hair, holding up a lantern and cradeling a golden statue. "Oh heeeeyyyyyy…. Did you see that?" I asked nervously. He nodded slowly, "You're fucking awesome….!" He said. His accent was Swedish. "Why, thank you." I said overdramatically yet sarcastically. He smiled and walked towards me, "It's about time I see another person in here! The bros and I were getting lonely!" He said happily when he reached me. "I'm Saroph, the angel statue." I held out my hand in a fist-manner. He seemed to smile even more at the sight, he formed another fist and "brofisted" me. I smiled at his non-business attitude. "Nice to know you're not really formal, anyway I'm Felix, but my bros call me Pewdiepie, or Pewds, or Pewdie, whatever." He said. I smiled and looked to the space where the golden statue was. It was gone.

"Uh, yeah, what happened to that statue I saw in your hand?" I asked. "Thank god someone remembers me! Get back here and pick me up! " I heard. I looked over his shoulder to see a lopsided statue that was moving, a small golden man was standing next to his golden platform, hand leaning on the platform in annoyance. "Oh, sorry Stephano" Pewds said picking the small man up. "How could you throw me to meet this girl? You little fucker!" His accent was French. He was completely golden, and was wearing a kinda Egyptian headdress and tunic, a sword was strapped to his belt. I leaned down, holding my shirt-front to my chest so I didn't flash him.

"And I'm guessing you are Stephano?" I asked. He looked to me quickly, "who're you?!" he asked with somewhat an attitude. I smiled, having lots of patience, "I'm Saroph honey…" I said. He looked at me, "you look awfully familier…do I know you?" he asked. I nodded, "most likely, I'm the angel statue, yet I have a scythe and wing tattoos are black" I said. Stephano squinted at me, and started to jump off his platform. As soon as he did there was a flash and he was an inch from my face, "Why are your eyes just plain grey?" he asked. "Cuz, don't look at them, I hate the color." I pushed him away. "Now why is that? The color grey is very rare in someone's eyes, and very rarely does it look good on them." He pointed out smiling. I almost blushed, almost, but thank god Pewdie's voice broke through our dome. "Hey Saroph let's go meet the other bros!" he smiled.

Hey guys, t'was a long chapter fit for the video game gods and thy hope you enjoyed. But alas, t'is 1:03 am, and thy must sleep due to the sleep cycle. Actually, thy shall add another chapter cuz thy fuckin feel like it.