Custom Map : START
Darkness everywhere, the cold hard floor underneath me. I opened my eyes and rose to my feet. I was alone, a bed pushed to the corner of the room. Sofas, a coffee table, two dressers and two closets were scattered throughout the room. There was a door across the room and it was open. I slowly approached the exit, not knowing what lay ahead. I pressed up against the wall and peeked around the doorway. The coast was clear. I edged through the door.
Suddenly a body appeared and flung itself at me, knocking me off my feet. All it wore was a small pair of shorts and a burlap sack over its face. The body lay limp on top of my legs, about five feet too close to me.
"Ew!"
I kicked it off and dashed through the door. In the next room, a fireplace smoked and crackled. A note was resting on top of a table beside a key. I picked up both and skimmed the paper. It read:
"Welcome to my custom map. It's so good it feels like you are actually in the game. Oh, wait, YOU ARE IN THE GAME!"
"Son of a-"
I was cut off by the fireplace going out, throwing the room into pitch blackness. I cried out, trying to find the other door. A roar ripped through the silence. A creature appeared in front of me, it's jaw torn open and wrapped in leather straps. In one hand was embedded three razor sharp blades. I screamed and backed up as it swiped at me with its blades. Slicing me across the cheek, it promptly disappeared.
"Stupid poofers..." I muttered to myself for being such a wimp.
The fireplace came back to life and I was able to find the door. It was unlocked and swung open with a creak.
I entered a long hallway lined with closets. Unsettled, I took a step into the room. With a cacophonous squeal, the doors all sprang open. A scream that did not belong to me pierced the air. Four more bodies appeared and flew at me. I managed to duck before they crashed into the door, closing and locking it from the inside.
My mind was racing and my head pounded. What was going on? Where was I?
I tiptoed towards the far door and opened it. I jumped into the T-shaped hallway and cautiously moved down to the far wall. The door ahead swung wide and I ran to the right section of the corridor. I opened the wardrobe against the wall and slid inside. I was not going to die today.
I heard footsteps getting closer and then they stopped. To my surprise, I heard a voice. A human voice.
"Stephano, which way do you think we should go?"
"You should go to the right," A slightly deeper and accented voice replied.
I peered through the crack in the closet door and I saw a man with his back turned. I slowly pushed the closet door open.
"H-hello," I said stepping out of the wardrobe.
"Ahhh!" He screamed, spinning around and held a small gold statue in front of him like a weapon.
"Oh, I-I'm sorry," I stuttered. "I didn't mean to scare you."
He sized me up, wondering whether or not to run. He had dirty blonde hair and wore a set of black headphones.
"This is new," He said finally. "Usually anything that talks tries to kill us."
"Us?"
"Me and Stephano," He replied, gesturing to the statue in his hands.
It was of a kneeling man holding a sword pointed downward.
"My name's Pewdiepie," His voice went high on the last word. "What's yours?"
He extended his hand.
"Loftwing," I shook his hand.
"That's a weird name."
"So is yours."
He started to laugh but was cut off by a low growl. Another zombie appeared just down the hall from where Pewdiepie came in through. We booked it to the door ahead and I tugged on the handle.
"It wouldn't budge!"
The monster was getting closer and we were trapped. Then I remembered the key. I pulled it out of my pocket and unlocked the door. I pulled Pewdiepie through the door and shut it promptly behind me. I leaned up against it as the beast pounded on the wood.
"Find something to block the door!" I ordered.
He nodded and rushed over to a dresser to my right. He pushed it in front of the entrance and I stepped back. We stood side by side, panting from the scare.
"Stephano!" Pewdiepie exclaimed. "You almost got us killed!"
"Sorry, Pewdie," He made the statue reply. "I thought it was the right way."
"Well, you were wrong," Pewdiepie said normally.
"Dude, you are in serious need of a sanity potion."
"This is how I play Amnesia alone all the time," Pewdiepie frowned. "I don't usually do co-op."
"Whatever," I sighed. "We should move. That dresser is not going to hold forever."
I moved to the other side of the large ballroom. The high windows allowed lots of light in. The door placed under a balcony was locked.
We searched for the key in this massive room. I looked on one side and Pewdiepie took the other. He crawled into a sideways closet as I picked up a bottle of lantern oil. A sudden scream filled the air, echoing off the walls. Pewdiepie was so surprised he slammed his head into the top of the wardrobe.
"What was that?"
"I don't know, but it sure scared you!"
"Shut up, Lofty," he emerged from the wardrobe, rubbing the back of his head.
"Make me, Pewds."
Just then several bodies fell from the balcony flattening us to the floor.
"I might not be able to, but Martin can," He remarked.
"Martin?" I demanded. "You named them Martin?"
"What was I supposed to call them? Bob?"
He wiggled out from under the "Martins" and then dug me out.
"I suppose I should grateful for that."
"Don't mention it."
"Oh, I wouldn't," I replied, moving over to the sideways closet. "Ever."
I looked inside and then scanned the surrounding area.
"Hey, idiot for brains," I called to Pewdiepie. "I was on top of the wardrobe, not inside."
He wasn't listening, too busy scolding the bodies to notice.
"Martin, why did you go and scare us like that?"
I sighed and unlocked the door. It opened with a creak.
"Yuck."
Hanging from the low ceiling was at least a dozen pigs, partially skinned and rotting.
"Piggeh!" Pewdiepie exclaimed.
"Okay," I nodded. "That one makes sense."
He walked right through the room while I moved cautiously between the pigs.
"Oh god, I think one touched me," I shivered.
Suddenly the door slammed and a "Bro" appeared behind us. We dashed to the other door.
It looked like a bedroom with exits to the right and in front of us. Two large beds and a chest between them was all the furniture in this area.
I shut the door quickly behind us, blocking it with a table. We backed away from the door, then I ran into something. I slowly turned around and glanced up at the terrifying figure wearing a frightening mask.
Okay, maybe not frightening, but I jumped nevertheless.
"Cry!" Pewdiepie didn't even flinch.
"Pewdie, what are you doing here?"
They did that weird handshake, low five, pat-on-the-back thing guys do instead of just saying hello. You know what I mean.
"Who's your friend?" Cry asked. "I thought you didn't play co-op Amnesia."
"I'm Loftwing," I shook his hand like a normal person.
"Cryaotic, nice to meet you," He grinned. Or at least I think he did, I couldn't really tell with the mask. It was kind of like a stoner, smiley face. I can't lie, it was pretty awesome. Dark hair shadowed the top of the mask.
"Hey, you're the guy from Youtube, right?" I recalled.
"Now I am angry," Pewdiepie frowned. "Anyway, what happened? How did you get into the game?"
"I don't know," Cry shrugged. "Some subscriber suggested it. I think their name was 'The Keeper' or something."
"More like 'The Troller' if you ask me," I folded my arms over my chest. I moved over to the door on the right and yanked on the handle.
"It's locked," Said Cry. "And so is the other one."
"Do you have a key?"
"Well, no."
"It must be in the Piggeh room!" Pewdiepie exclaimed.
"Isn't there a Grunt in there?" Cry recalled.
"Yeah..." Pewdiepie pouted.
"What if one of us distracts it while the other looks for the key?" I offered.
"That might work," Cry nodded. "I vote Pewdie as bait!"
"What? No!" He protested.
"Then it's settled," I replied.
"Yes." Cry agreed.
"You and Pewdiepie will lure the monster away and I'll look for the key."
"No!"
I walked to the door we entered from.
"One..."
I grasped the handle. Pewdie swore under his breath.
"Two..."
Pewdiepie and Cry moved to either side of me.
"Three!"
I yanked open the door. Silence.
"Huh," Pewdiepie began to say. "We made a plan for noth-"
The monster jumped out from around the corner and tackled Cry, swiping at him with its claws. I reacted by kicking it as hard as I could in the shoulder. It was knocked on to it's back, growling and grunting.
"I thought you couldn't hurt Bros?" Pewdiepie exclaimed.
"Screw the rules," I replied.
I quickly moved around the room, searching for the key. I really did not care about the pigs anymore.
"I can't find the key!" I cried.
"Wait a second," I heard Pewdiepie from the other side of the room. "I already have the key."
"Idiot!" I hissed.
The beast quickly moved toward the sound of his voice. He tried to move, but the monster charged at him.
It sliced across Pewdiepie's chest and slammed him into the wall, knocking him unconscious.
"Pewdie!" Cry and I said in unison.
In anger, I jumped on the monster's back and drove his head to the floor. Then I snapped his neck, killing him for good.
"Whoa."
I heard the sound of more Bros behind the door.
"Help me move him,"
I picked up Pewdie's shoulders, Cry grabbed his ankles and together we dragged him to the other room.
"What should we do about his chest?" I asked.
Cry walked over the bed and tore down the curtains. He ripped a long strip of fabric off of it.
"That'll work."
Cry handed it to me and I wrapped it around the wound. I could hear the monsters break through the first door and were now in the room with the pigs. I handed the key to Cry.
"We have to move," I muttered. "They're coming."
He nodded and went to unlock the door.
"Pewdie... Hey Pewdie," I said gently shaking his shoulders. "We have to go, like right now."
He opened his eyes and blinked a few times, then sat up.
"Stupid Bro..." Pewdiepie mumbled.
"Come on," I urged. "We have to go."
"Okay, okay," He stood up. "Calm down."
We were halfway across the room when he stopped.
"I forgot Jennifer," Pewdie turned back.
"Jennifer?"
He came back clutching a small rock.
"Loftwing, meet Jennifer," He grinned.
"Hey Pewdie," He made the rock say. "Hi, Lofty."
"Did you name everything?" I exclaimed.
"Well... Not everything..." He though out loud. "Maybe I should."
"Oh, hell no!"
I grabbed his wrist and pulled him through the door. The next area was large, had a door to the right and an iron maiden stood alone in the center. Cry was already across the room in front of the iron maiden. He slowly opened it with a creak and jumped back.
A Bro was standing inside, silently wait to murder us.
Then it fell face first into the floorboards.
"Wow," Pewdie grinned. "I was actually scared for a second there."
Cry took a step back and shrugged. Suddenly the floor gave way and Cry fell through.
I slowly stepped towards the hole.
"Cry! Are you okay?" I called.
"Yeah... I fell into some water," I heard a reply.
"Okay, hold on," I glanced up at the iron maiden. There was a key inside of it. I picked it up and slipped it into my pocket. Then I jumped down to the lower level. It was a large stone passage flooded with water up to my ankles. Pipes wove in and out of the walls, probably not in use anymore.
Pewdie landed beside me with a splash.
"Pipé, what are you doing down here?" Pewdie mock scolded. "Do you break the floor?"
"Yes, Pewdie, we did," He made the pipes say in a heavy French accent. "We are sorry."
"I just don't care anymore." I sighed.
A splashing noise emitted from down the tunnel to our right. As it got closer I heard a low growl.
"Oh shi-"
A roar ripped through the air. We turned around and ran the other way.
A water monster? I thought. Now, this is just getting ridiculous.
"Maybe we can get on the pipes," Pewdie said as we ran.
Cry and I jumped on to a pipe, pulling Pewdiepie up with us.
"Genius Pewds strikes again!" He cried.
"Smarter than you look," Cry remarked.
"He's got to be." I raised my eyebrows.
"Hey! Shut up!"
"Bite me."
The water monster splashed and roared in frustration. It leaped at me, trying to attack.
"Ahh! Not what I meant!" I leaned back.
"How do we get out of this one?" Cry sighed. "I mean, we can't go in the water."
"'Guess we'll just have to follow the pipes," I replied.
We began to edge along the wall with Pewdiepie in the lead. Clinging to the bricks, we avoided the water at all costs.
At one point I slipped on a wet pipe and would have fallen in if Cry had not caught my arm. We were fine until we reached a point where the pipe ended. The door was several metres away, but we couldn't reach it from our place on the pipes.
The door was on a ledge holding a few-
"BARRELS!" Pewdiepie cried. "I freaking hate barrels! They are evil!"
"Wait, they might be able to help us," I thought out loud. "We could use them as a bridge and step across them."
"That might work," Cry agreed.
"All we need now is one of us to get the barrels..."
"I'm not getting those beasts!" Pewdie exclaimed.
"Fine, I will go get the barrels," I sighed.
I reluctantly hopped down into the water. I heard splashing down the corridor.
"It heard me," I said flatly.
"Pewdie," Jennifer the rock said through Pewdiepie. "Throw me Pewdie."
"You still have the rock?"
"What? Why, Jennifer?" Pewdie replied, ignoring me completely.
"I can distract the evil, monster fish-thing," Jennifer whispered.
"Okay, if you think it will work." Pewdie shrugged.
He threw the rock into the water and the monster charged after its new target. I dashed over to the ledge and threw one of the barrels over to Cry. He caught it and placed it in the water in front of him and then stepped on it. We do that a couple more times, bridging the gap. Pewdiepie hesitantly followed Cry across the barrels.
"This doesn't mean we are friends," Pewdiepie growled at the barrels.
"This is the last time we will be helping you, Pewdie," He said for the barrels.
I opened the door and stuck my head into the next room.
"You're not going to like this room, Pewdiepie," I sighed.
"Why?"
I stood outside, beside the door, wondering what would happen. He crossed the barrel bridge and stepped into the next room.
"I DON'T TRUST ANY OF YOU!"
When I looked back inside, I saw at least fifty suits of armour, now beheaded. There was a door in the right.
"Lovely."
I found the door to be locked. The key I found in the iron maiden didn't fit either.
"We need to find the key," I said to the two. "Start looking."
The other two picked up heads and shook them upside down.
I walked through the room again, kicking heads as I moved. Picking one up and reaching inside, I brought out an old, silver key.
I dashed back to the door and unlocked it.
"Yes!"
I entered the next room.
It looked somewhat of a dungeon, chains hanging from the ceiling, lights dimmed or broken and all. Jail cells were located around the room. Definitely a dungeon.
Most of them were locked, but one door stood open. Cry approached the cell and stepped inside.
"I'm sorry for calling you an idiot earlier," I admitted.
"It's all good," He shrugged. "Cry told me how you went all ninya on that Bro."
"Heh, yeah..."
Suddenly I heard a shout from the open jail cell. Cry leaped through the door a moment later.
"Not a poofer, not a poofer!"
A Bro emerged from inside the cell, snarling and growling like an animal.
"We have to go back through the door we came in!" Cry called.
We dashed through the first room and onto the ledge beside the water. I shut the door and leaned up against it. A metal blade slid through the door, barely missing my ear. The Bro continued to slash the door and would destroy it any moment. We were trapped between a Bro and a water monster.
Then I had an idea.
"I going to let go of the door."
"What?!"
"You're just going to have to trust me."
They nodded and stepped away from the door. I jumped to the side as the Bro burst through onto the ledge. Unable to stop, the Bro tumbled into the water, landing on its back. A splashing started not far from it. We crept away as the water monster ate the Bro.
Back in the dungeon, I took a deep breath of relief. It couldn't possibly get worse than that. The room began to shake and I lost my balance. I fell backwards as the floor collapsed.
"No!"
Chunks of the roof fell and separated Cry and me from Pewdiepie.
When the dust cleared, I saw Cry was trapped under a large block of the ceiling. I moved it and helped Cry up.
"Ow... Pewdie, you okay?" He called.
"Yeah, I'll just have to find another way around," I heard Pewdie reply from the other side if the rubble.
"I have a key," I realized. "I think it unlocks the other door.
Moving rocks, I manage to make a small opening in the barrier. I slipped the key through the hole and Pewdiepie took it.
"I'll see you guys later."
I heard his footsteps and a door creaking open.
"I found a key in that room," Cry said. "And when I picked it up, the Bro spawned in front of me."
I took the key and opened the door to the distant right. I peered inside and got blasted by cold air.
A large window to the left was open and summer wind blew through. A chair sat against the wall.
"This might be our way out," Cry exclaimed. He stuck his head out the window.
"We only one story up! We could find a way down!"
Read the purple letter to jump out the window
or
Read the green letter to contiune searching for Pewdiepie...