(A.N. This is not my first story, but I do hope some people like it. By the way, the title of the story will make a lot more since later on. I do not own Amnesia, Pewdiepie, or his characters...I think that's all I want to say right now...enjoy.)
*Amber's P.O.V*
Crash!
"Dammit! Where did that rock come from?" I pulled myself off the floor and ran, I think I scraped my knee. I'll take care of that when my life is not on the line. The Grunt chasing me grumbled loudly, he must be getting angry...or hungry. I skidded to a stop as I reached a dead end. Now what? The Grunt started closing the gap between us, lashing out. I faked a dash to the right and it took it. I ducked it's claws and maneuvered around it's left. Moving away from the beast, I taunted it.
"I may be twenty two, but you are not getting any breakfast at midnight!" The Grunt charged at me and I ran, only able to keep it off me with sudden turns and avoiding hallways. We kept this up for awhile, awhile too long if you ask me though. I grimaced through labored breaths, I do admit I'm not the most athletic girl on the planet, though I can still run for a bit. But I'm not about to let that be my down fall. As I dashed past a stack of aged wood boxes, I let my foot snag the bottom box.
"Sorry, Wooden Friends, your deaths shall not be in vain!" I called over my shoulder as the boxes tumbled down on the Grunt. It was stunned for a few seconds, but then it quickly got to work smashing the boxes. I took the opportunity to escape. Although the Grunt was left far behind, I kept running just to put some stone walls between us.
I kept jogging about twenty minutes through the identical stone walls of the dungeon, my lantern rattling at my hip. I slowed down to a walk, trying to get my bearings. My lantern started dimming, so I poured the last of my oil in to it. I also turned it off for the long hallways, just to be safe. Just as I started to doubt my already shaky sense of direction, I came across someplace different. This hall was like the halls in the castle, not the dungeon where I ran into that monster. It was just some random hallway down here that should be up in the castle itself. Well, I can't question the mod developers on the style. I allowed a soft chuckle past my lips, at least here I can get a bit of my sanity back.
"In the name of me, Amber Foxworth, I declare this semi-normal hallway place, mine!" I walked slowly through the old hall, noticing really old looking blood stains in the yellowed pine. I turned my eyes away to the ceiling, and instantly tripped on a large gap between the boards. I turned around on my knees to peer in the hole, there was a softly glinting...something down there. I tried reaching down there with my bare hand, but the hole was surprisingly deep. I'll have to find another way to get it.
"I need a rope or something, and a magnet. That won't be too hard to find, right?" I stood up and left off for what I needed to get my shiny mystery object.
*Stephano's P.O.V plus a mini time skip*
Darkness, it surrounded me like death 'round a rotting body. I remember how I got here, I remember it well. The Bro, the Barrels, and his scream stood out clear in my memory. My name is Stephano, I'm not sure how long I've been lying in this gap between the floorboards, but with hope one day my friend, Pewdiepie, will find me again. For the millionth time, I relived what happened to force me to be in this cursed hole...
"Come on Stephano! Maybe there's some oil in the next room!" Pewdiepie was full of so much energy today, he was really happy to be wandering the castle with me tonight. I shook my head,
"Pewdie, you're an idiot." I grunted. He grinned, even if I didn't let my voice show it, he knew I was kidding. A growl echoed from not too far away, it was the Bro.
"We need to get out of here, that thing sounds hungry." I unsheathed my sword, just in case.
"It doesn't sound that bad, Stephano, I bet he's just lonely." I grabbed Pewdie's hand and started running.
"Don't count on it."
As we raced down the endless hallways, I could hear the Bro gaining on us. A few quick turns and me forcing myself not to look back and Pewdie and I were in the dungeons. I tried to get us away, but this Bro was persistent. Finally, we found our way to a strange hall, it was like the castle above us. The Bro was there, breathing heavily but not moving. I turned to run the other way with Pewdie, but there stood three Barrels.
My mental torture was interrupted by a loud thunk and a groan. Another Bro wandering by again. A second thunk followed, then a cheer. Is someone up ther-woah! Something's lifting me out of here! Light filled my eyes, by the time I could see, I realized I was staring into a pair of shocking green eyes. The face that held the eyes was a girls. Her hair was dark brown, and greasy, I bet she hasn't washed it since she entered this castle.
"Odd, why would a small gold statue by hidden under the floorboards? Well, no matter, you're my new friend now. Whats your name friend?" She turned me over several times, probably looking for something carved to indicate what or who I was.
"Wow, the way light shines off you is so pretty, I could stare foooreeverrrr. Ah! Focus, Amber." She turned me upright again.
"Alright, bub! I need a name and I need it now! Not talking? Well, I have my ways." She held her lantern in my face, making it a little hard to see.
"OK, gold man, you know you have a name and I know you have a name, so stop beating around the bush and spit it out!"
I want to go back in the hole now. Sadly that wish was not granted as the girl continued to hold me at her eye level.
"Still not talking huh? Well then I will name you instead!" Her mood switched from completely serous to bubbly and cheerful in less then a second. I wanted to leave, I wanted to be back in the hole, I wanted Pewdiepie back. I-
"Ky? No. Lovino? No. Braeburn? No. Travis? No."
I tuned out the strange girl, maybe she can help me find Pewdie? No, no one can help him now. But maybe, NO! I don't need anyone's help, even if I can't take my human form. I'll think of something, I am Stephano!
"Oliver? No. Sybil? Yeah, yeah I like that! From this moment on, you are my new friend, Sybil!" Huh? Sybil? At least she won't be calling me "Gold statue" all the time. But I'm still not happy about the situation.
*Amber's P.O.V.*
I now have a friend here, Sybil, the gold statue I found in the floor boards. I think we will have many great adventures together! But first, I need to get some Laudanum, a Grunt managed to nick my arm when I was looking for a rope. I held Sybil by his base,
"Lets go, friend, I believe there will be Grunts here soon." As if cued by a director, three Grunts crashed down a door at the far end of the hall. I jogged backwards to the Gruntless door calling out in my best elegant old man voice.
"Your timing, good sirs, is impeccable. But my friend and I simply must be going. Tally Ho!" I leaped through the doorway and sprinted off and away from the mutants that wanted to kill me.
"I hope you don't mind reckless insanity, Sybil, 'cause there's plenty of that here!
*Stephano's P.O.V.*
At first I thought I could tolerate this girl, after all, who could be more obnoxious the Pewdiepie. But after two hours of children's songs, I found myself proven horribly wrong. There have been many times since I got stuck in that hole that I have wanted the power to take a human form again, but never more then right now. After narrowly avoiding the three Bros, the girl saw it fit to sing every single song she ever listened to as a child. Most of them she repeated countless times.
"Ooh, I'm a Yankee doodle dandy!
A Yankee doodle do or die!
A real live nephew of my uncle Sam, born on the fourth of July!
I've got a Yankee doodle sweet-heart, she'd my Yankee doodle joy!
Yankee doodle went to London just to ride the ponies,
I am that Yankee doodle boy!"
Well, one thing I can say about her, is that she's got a good pair of lungs. I must be losing my mind, at one point I actually found myself ENOYING some of the songs. She does have a good voice, but the songs she sings are so childish. In the end, I just wonder how she's able to use her voice this long without permanently damaging her vocal cords.
"On a summer day, in the month of May, a burly man came hiking.
Down a shady lane, through the sugar cane, he was looking for his liking.
As he roamed along he sang a song of the land of milk and honey.
Where a bum can stay for many a day and he won't need any money.
Oh, the buzzing of the bees and the jelly bean trees, near the-"
I willed my mind into a sleep state so I could rest my sanity for a while.
*Small time skip brought to you from Children's Songs and Co.*
Finally, after another hour, she stopped. We came to a locked door and she didn't have a key.
"Well, Sybil, I guess this means we need to find a key. It will probably be in one of the rooms we passed a minute ago. Or it could be somewhere else. What do you think?"
If I could, I would have told her I could see a key sitting on a pile of boxes not five feet from us. But, thankfully, she started walking to the boxes on her own.
"Hello, Wooden Friends, long time no see! I want you guys to meet my new friend, this is Sybil!"
She held me out to the boxes, completely oblivious to the key. I think Pewdie did something similar once. But I have no idea how long ago that was.
"Ohhh~ A key! Thank you Wooden Friends! I knew your deaths would not be in vain! Now, Sybil, lets get out of this particular part of the castle, and on to the next part!"
NOW she sees the key, it took her long enough! Ummm, now that I think about it, what is this girls name anyway? She'll probability say it later, I won't worry. But what I should worry about is the fact that a low growl echoed from down the hall behind us. The girl payed no mind to this and kept walking ever so calmly to the door. Now I can hear heavy foot steps, and I know she hears them too! She finally gets to the door, unlocks it, and just waits there! What the hell?! Even Pewdie isn't that dumb! I could see it's silhouette forming in the shadows, and chains clinking! Oh no, no no no, it's him. This girl should really start running, right now! She turns around to face the monster, the ugly thing keeps moving forward to us. If I could take my human form again, I would drag that girl out of here! She stood there, completely calm, confusing the hell out of me. Then she smiled, she SMILED, why would she do that!? This monster will rip her to shreds! And even if-
"Why do you have a wheel around your neck? It looks uncomfortable, you should get it removed." The monster paused, almost as if it were thinking about what she said. Why it would, I don't think I will ever know.
"I think I saw a bolt cutter in the room over there, I bet you could use that the take the wheel off." The creature stared at her for a moment, then starting walking away. If I was able to move, my jaw would have hit the floor. I don't even think Pewdie could have done that, and how did she even know she could!? The monster entered the room she had pointed to, and the girl turned and left through the door.
As soon as she turned the next corner, she sprinted off as fast as she could go. I could hear her giggling as she hopped over boxes and piles of rocks. If Pewdie were here, he would have made a comment to Jenifer, but she didn't. She kept moving and giggling.
"So, Sybil, where do you think we should head next?"
I didn't dignify that with an answer, not that I could have anyway. Since the Barrels stole my power to take human form, life for me has become so much more difficult. I need to find a way to communicate with the girl if I ever want my power back, but how? The girl held me up again, what does she want now?
"Sybil, if you could talk, what would you say?" Does she really expect an answer? If she does then she might need some help. That was proven when she faced Wheel Neck with nothing but a smile. So I wouldn't be very surprised if she ended up living in a padded room. But for now, I need her if I ever want a chance at getting my powers back.
"Well I guess If you won't tell me then-oh what's that?" She forgot what she was going to say for something shining in the darkness. She held her lantern to the object, it was Jesus. He mentally called out to me.
Stephano! What's up man, you got a new horny idiot to carry you around?
No, Jesus, this girl found me. But it's great to finally talk to someone again! You see, what happened was that Pewdie-
"Eh, what an ugly statue, I was never very religious." The girl grabbed Jesus and tossed him off into the darkness. Wherever he fell to was too far to mentally talk from, I know because I couldn't hear him. The girl picked me up, and carried me away. I'm not sure what to do anymore, I just feel so lost with Pewdie gone. He was my first friend, I would never be who I am without him. We walked down the hallways, everything felt darker, more sinister and eerie. I hope this girl knows what she's doing, otherwise she'll never live to see daylight.
Times seemed to drag on, even the girl stop talking. A feeling of dread settled over as both. I wonder what she's thinking, I'm not even sure I know what I'm thinking. After a while, the lantern ran out of oil. The girl searched, but couldn't find any in the pitch black. She kept moving forward though, despite the fact we were both completely blind. Suddenly, the girl tripped on a loose rock. She fell with a heavy thud, I skittered across the floor, stopping only when I hit the wall. She cursed, then I heard her fumbling around as if looking for something. The girl must be looking for me. A few minutes went by, and the girl seemed to be getting more frantic. She started calling out the name she'd given me, Sybil. I wanted to be able to call back, so she could find me, but I still couldn't. I felt her hand grab me, she sighed with relief.
"Sybil, I'm so glad I found you. I would never want to be alone here, too many things to be afraid of. "
Too many things to be afraid of? I can understand why she would be afraid, but something about the way she said it left a strange knot like feeling in my stomach. I wonder why.
*Amber's P. O. V *
I'm glad I didn't lose Sybil, I was scared and alone before I found him, I don't want to be like that again. Was Sybil also scared and alone before I found him? I wish I could ask him, and he could answer me. I know I have my Wooden Friends to keep me company, but they're so easily destroyed by the Grunt. I'm glad I have Sybil, I have a feeling he won't be easily smashed. I smiled as I started moving through the darkness, even though I couldn't see where we were going, I know we are still moving.
I felt my way past piles of rocks in another hallway, I hope I don't scrape my hand on one of them.
I finally found my way to a bedroom, I'll have to stop here for the night. Setting Sybil on the old nightstand, I crawled under the bed sheets, they smelled like mildew. Everything was so quiet, I bet I could hear a mouse squeak across the castle. I curled into a ball, feeling my sanity drop in the darkness. I want to go home, I don't want to die here. I peeked out from the covers, Sybil's outline was barley visible in the darkness. I smiled a little, Sybil looked brave sitting there. His sword held out, ready to fight a hundred of those ugly Grunts. I shut my eyes again, I'm safe with Sybil here.
*Stephano's P.O.V.*
The girl had put me on this table, and gone to bed. I will keep watch, nothing can get by me! I pretended I was in human form again and imagined swinging my sword around, killing Bro and Barrel by the tens. I was so lost in thought I nearly missed it, the shadow in the corner. It was had to see, it was on the edge of my vision, but I could never think it be something else. The shadow of a Barrel.
(A.N. Bwahaha! First chapter is a half-assed cliff hanger! And that's only the beginning! I hope some people like it, but if you don't then why are you still reading? A little note, it will be revealed later whether or not Pewdie is alive or not and how long Stephano was in the hole. Right now, it's a mystery. Does anyone object to the Sybil name? I picked it because it started with S, just like Stephano! I'm not sure if I will continue the story more then a few chapters, I'm a horrid story abandoner, so you may have to wait a while for chapter two. Anyway, leave a comment or something, and I'll find more time to write.)