(AN: Sorry for deleting my first story. I honestly just wasn't happy with it. Here's a new story so enjoy!)
Chapter 1
You eyes fly open along with a sharp intake of air. You press your hand to your head in attempt for it to stop spinning. You grip the bed sheets and notice that this isn't your bed. You observe your surroundings, confused. There's an antique-looking wooden closet to your right, and to your left there's a desk. What the hell? Where am I? You rub your eyes and dangle your feet over the edge of the bed. You stand and slowly make your way to the desk. Suddenly, a groan, almost as if from a monster, is heard outside. The sound grows closer, and something pierces the door. You look around frantically and try to find a way to hide. You remember the closet and go to it. The door gets hit again. Your open the closet door and step inside before carefully shutting it. You hear the sound of wood clattering on the floor. The "Thing" had broken through. You let out a light squeal and a hand suddenly covers your mouth. "Don't…make…a sound," a male voice with a heavy accent says. His hand stays over your mouth as you both listen to whatever's outside roam the room. After a bit, the growling recedes and the hand is removed from your mouth, along with a breath you never know you'd been holding. The man opens the door and steps out of the closet. You follow him out and he walks over to the desk. He opens the drawers and rummages through them. Removing a few bottles, he puts them in a satchel before turning around. You take a moment to observe this man. He has bright blue eyes, dirty blonde hair, a slight stubble on his chin, and a t-shirt that says, "brofist."
"Hi," he says with a slight smile.
"Hey, can you explain what's going on here?"
"What? You mean Amnesia?"
"Amnesia?"
"You and I are both trapped in here until we find a way out."
"Are we the only ones here?"
"Well-"
Just then, another man walks in. I wouldn't have been so startled if he hadn't seemed to be made completely out of gold!
"Pewdie," the golden man says, "who is this lovely lady?"
"This is…um…"
"_," you reply.
The man strides toward you and gently takes your hand. He presses his lips on the back of it and looks deep into your eyes.
"What a beautiful name," he says.
"Thank you."
You sit there, this man holding onto your hand, until Pewdie clears his throat. You both look up and he quickly drops your hand and blushes.
"Stephano, _, we'd better get going before another monster comes back."
You give him a quick nod and follow him out the smashed door, hearing the golden man trail behind you, his eyes burning into your back. Pewdie stops to add oil to his lantern and holds it up high. You walk down a long corridor until you reach a door. You twist the knob and find it to be unlocked. The room is empty, except for a note and a small silver key. You pick up the paper and read it. It says:
Congratulations, you've entered Amnesia. If you want to get out of here, you're going to have to solve a puzzle or two. A book different from the others contains your next clue. Good luck.
You fold up the note and put it in your pocket. Pewdie grabs the key and you leave the room. Further down the corridor, you reach another door. He unlocks it and you all step inside what seems to be a library. Shelves, tall and wide, contain hundreds of books.
"How are we going to find one book that's different?" you ask.
"We'll find it, don't worry, _," he says.
He flashes you a warm smile. You feel your stomach flutter and your cheeks get rosy. All of a sudden, something flies past you in a blur and lands on Stephano, causing you to scream and instinctively flinch away into Pewdie's arms. "Teleporting naked guys," he mumbles under his breath. He looks to me and says, "That was pretty close, why don't you hold my hand." You blush even more and take his hand, trying not to smile like an idiot. He gives it a light squeeze and you begin your search for the different book.
(AN: This first chapter is really short, I know. I'm just trying to kick off the story and see if you guys want more. Let me know!)
