Dropping Torchy on the ground so he could let the entire place on fire. Dying was a better option than trying to play this stupid game with the Shadowman, whoever he was, he didn't care about PewdiePie at all. He sat down and thought his options out, continue and risk all the torture he would have to go through? He might like to play horror games, but this was a dying situation. If he did or didn't play this little game he would be dead anyways. With no other options, he had to play the game and be quick. He stood up and walked down the hall with the bravery he had left, holding Torchy as if his life depended on it.
The hall was very narrow and he still felt being watched, assuming it was the Shadowman observing his every movement. He walked down a little farther until he found a staircase and several closed doors. He tried every single one and finding one door opened, he went in. There he found a bed with bars surrounding it, like the prison. He also found a closet and several nightstands, and a desk near a boarded up window. He began to scrounge around: finding a knife, a guide book, and a letter. He opened up the guide book and in there was a map of the entire mansion he was in: the only exit is the cellar. He opened up the letter: Be careful what you choose. "What does this mean?" Pewds asked himself.
Walking out he found one of the doors opened slightly, he opening it slowly he saw a big monster eating a dead animal of some sort… or was it a human. But it didn't matter to him, he stood there in shock as he watched the animal like beast continue to shove the meat down it's throat. Run. His mind told him and which he did. His heart rate increased and he ran as fast as he could down the stairs. Stumbled on the last set and fell down the stairs landing face first. He heard the beast moving above and knew the heard him fall, so he ran into a broom closet and sat there, listening.
Creak, Creak! The stairs made as the beast went down the steps carefully sniffing him out. He huddled to the corner, praying that the beast would go back up the stairs. As he wished, the beast did, returning to the meat he had left behind moment before. Pewds understood what he was up against, not even this knife could save him. THe choices he made tonight were the choices that were to help him survive. That letter even told him so, and him opening the door, freaking out made him almost lose his life. Stepping out the closet door, he looked up the dark stairwell. He knew the beast would be done later and to search for his next meal, or victim. Pewds had very little time.