Title: Tänka [according to Google translate, this is a common translation of 'imagine' in its verb form]

Author: OpenMindedCranberry

Author's Note: Hey, guys! The only time I ever get mail is when I'm notified of one of you fellow bros following this story, favorite(ing), or favorite(ing) me (that was really awesome, can't think off the top of my head who did that awesome thing, but you are a wonderful, awesome, person whoever you are!). Anyways, I understand the first chapter was a bit rough so I hope this one is loads better! :D

Chapter Two: The Problem

The five of you were kicking ass when it happened.

You and Stephano were back to back, facing the enemy that had circled around you and were pressing in. Despite the initial appearance of the situation, you all had it under control and your friends' laughter was a testament to that. You kept up a running commentary of you ridiculing the enemy as you stepped out of the way of what would have been a rather nasty right hook. You retaliated by ramming your small pocket knife into the eye socket of a nearby Bro, smiling through the gap of the enemy lines at Piggeh, who had just pounced on an enemy, wrapping all of his limbs around the torso of said enemy before viciously beating the TNM upside the head with a crow bar. Then the gap was filled with one of those fucking Barrels, who just appeared out of nowhere, and you were back to work.

It wasn't unusual for the five of you to be ganged up on like this. In fact, it happened more often than not. The seemingly endless waves of enemy were not out of the norm, either. However, what was a little strange was the appearance of the enemy. It seemed as if with every new wave, the enemy was sporting some sort of physical feature that had not been there before. The Bros' were now grinning, Glasgow smiles stretched gruesomely wide, lips falling unnaturally over crooked, broken, teeth. The TNMs' eye sockets were visible, taking up most of their face as they seemed to stare at you somehow with the empty holes in their heads. The Barrels' sunglasses were broken if not missing, faces pushing against their insides and pushing outwards all over their bodies, some smiling, others frowning, most screaming. It was horribly gruesome in most cases and you found yourself very confused and nervous as the enemy seemed to get harder and harder to beat.

"Eh, Pewdie?" Stephano questioned breathlessly behind you.

"Yeah, bro?" You tried to keep your voice even.

"I think the others are starting to have trouble, yes? We should start thinking of leaving." Stephano said, nodding towards the others who were, indeed, struggling. You nodded in agreement, turning quickly to step on Stephano's outstretched, clasped, hands and you were suddenly launched into the air, landing outside of the circle of the enemy that began to close in on your best friend.

You weren't too worried. Stephano was very capable and had even hinted in the past of having been doing this for a while now. You waved at your friend, who smiled at you reassuringly, and silently wished him good luck before turning and taking off towards Piggeh and Mr. Chair who were practically getting wiped on the floor by their opponents.

Mr. Chair was getting nearly crushed as the enemy climbed atop him, straddling him, some pinning him down by sitting on his arms or legs, while a Bro tried its best to smash his face in with its fist. Piggeh was being manhandled, pulled backwards by a bunch of TNM, all the while screaming at the Bro and the others who were climbing atop Mr. Chair.

"Get off of him, you bastards! Stop touching him, that's my job!" Piggeh was kicking, spitting, scratching whatever he could reach, and even biting at the hands that pulled at him.

You leapt into the mess, knocking one of the TNM's off of Piggeh before turning back for Mr. Chair. You pulled a crowbar out of your belt loop before bashing the Bro over the head with it, hearing a yelp come from Piggeh behind you. You glanced over your shoulder to see a TNM with a hand halfway up Piggeh's shirt before Piggeh gave him a fake sultry grin, practically purring, "Piggeh slide," and then the pink-haired boy was falling like liquid or smooth sand out of the TNMs' grip before picking his dropped hammer up off the forest floor. You turned back to the Bro, only to be startled as a hand grabbed your throat, hoisting you up into the air, legs swinging.

Mr. Chair sputtered, blood flying from his mouth, – and if that wasn't scary enough, when he talked it sounded like he was drowning in it – "No! Pewds!" He tried to sit up, struggle against the TNM, but one easily slid off of his arm and onto his chest, where it leered down at him and snagged a hand through his hair, knocking his green beret off.

Jennifer screamed somewhere off in the distance shortly after you heard an almost inaudible, ugly, snapping noise. You wondered if she was okay as the world started going dark around you, the idea of struggling suddenly too far to grasp. Your limbs moved sluggishly before suddenly not moving at all and you hung limply in the Bro's grasp, chest burning from lack of oxygen.

Before you could fall into unconsciousness, you caught sight of a pale white face over the shoulder of the Bro, off into the distance. You blinked slowly, taking in the crouched figure, and just as your eyes started to shut, you saw him move.

The world around you seemed to waver just before the hand at your throat disappeared, allowing air to rush back into your lungs as you hit the ground hard. You gasped and wheezed, curling into yourself as you breathed in the earthy smell of the grass and damp dirt beneath you. "That was a close one," Stephano said somewhere above you. But wasn't he on the other side of the clearing you five had been fighting in?

"Hey, Pewds?" Mr. Chair sounded worried and there was a hand rubbing circles on your back. "You're alright, yeah? Not gonna die or anything, right?"

You opened your eyes, smiling at your friends who stood around you. Mr. Chair's glasses were cracked, left lens covered in blood, and you noticed his left eye starting to swell shut. You spotted a few vessels that had burst in that eye, turning the white completely red. It looked painful. His lip was split and his right cheek didn't appear right. You're sure that when Stephano looked at it later, the golden man would find something broken underneath his skin. Piggeh didn't look much better with his clothes torn and bruises covering nearly every inch of the visible skin. His ribs looked the worst, though, swelling and turning an ugly myriad of colors. Definitely broken, if the way he held himself up didn't clue anyone in. Your gaze finally fell on Jennifer, who grinned at you under a wash of dried blood that was smeared down her entire face, the source of it being a nasty cut across her forehead. Her arm hung at her side in an awkward position – broken. You close your eyes, flinching at the sight of the three, before turning to Stephano. Miraculously, despite the copious amounts of blood drenching his clothing, he seemed rather unharmed if you looked past the busted knuckles and dislocated thumb which were surely his own doing.

"I'm fine," you croak, throat sore, "Though you guys don't seem to look too good yourselves."

"Dude, we're fine." Piggeh waved his concern off, rolling his eyes. "But, dudes, did you see me?! I was like, 'Aint nobawdy but Mr. Chair gonna touch me like that, especially some random TNM!' And I freakin' beat their asses! They totally had no clue what was coming at them when Piggeh slid out of their hands. It was fucking beautiful."

Mr. Chair's eyes rolled, but a smile worked its way across his face nevertheless. "Yeah, yeah… You were pretty slick…. But what about Stephano? He did most of the work, sliced the Bros heads clean off!"

Stephano blushed. "It was nothing. I was nervous to see you all so helpless at the hands of the enemy."

Jennifer put her hands on her hips. "Who you callin' helpless? I totally had that handled. They were gonna get crushed by me, if I'd have had another minute or so! But nooooo, you had to leap in like some kind of hero! That guy was mine."

Piggeh snorted. "With another minute, it would have been your neck that'd been snapped and not your arm, girly."

Jennifer turned to you, whispering, "He's lying. I totally had that handled." Then she batted her eyelashes at you a few times before turning to glare heatedly at Piggeh. You cleared your throat, ignoring your friends' fighting. You stood up and rolled your shoulders, looking off towards the edge of the clearing, wondering if what you'd seen earlier had been a figment of your imagination.

"Oi, Pewdie? You sure you are fine?" Stephano asked, snapping fingers in front of your face.

You jumped a little before smiling reassuringly at him. "Me? Oh, yeah, I'm fine, bro. Let's move to higher ground and set up camp, yeah?"

The four of them shouted their agreement, Piggeh even fist pumping the air while doing so before wincing slightly in pain. He gave you a bloody grin, "I'm pumped!"

Quick A/N: I hope this chapter went over better than the last! I also I hope I didn't disappoint anyone with a certain character's dialogue. If you have any suggestions, feel free to comment or PM me!