The distance between both lips slowly decreased. Only a French accented voice prevented them from closing the gap.

"'Ello SpewDie. Were you going to kiss that guy?" the source of that sentence came from the ground. PewDie and Cry separated from each other and drifted their eyes to a small golden statue of a kneeling Persian soldier wearing the traditional tunic, trousers and a cloth tiara. In its right hand was a scimitar with the point of the blade facing down. PewDie immediately recognized it and picked it up.

"Stephano? How did you get here?" He asked in confusion.

"Never mind about how I got here. You are in grave danger," Stephano said sternly. "That guy you were about to kiss is not your friend."

"What do you mean?" PewDie was even more puzzled. "Cry's my friend."

"If that guy next to you is your friend then you need to go and see a doctor!" The statue rebuked. "That guy is not Cry!"

"Don't be stupid! The guy I'm sitting next to is Cry," PewDie snapped his gaze to his companion to prove the statue wrong when all the colour drained from his face. The white mask Cry wore lay on the ground next to five long, black, razor sharp claws from a dull sandy brown hand. PewDie's eyes slowly took in the flabby skin, which slightly flopped over the reddish brown leather belts. They tightened around the body in an uncomfortable way. Finally, PewDie fixed his glare on the disfigured face; its dark eyes bored into the man's soul and its mouth hideously lopsided exposing most of the jawbone and teeth. And just when things couldn't get any worse, the creature that PewDie had called Cry finally spoke with a growl.

"Hey there Sugar Tits! Now kiss me!"

A high-pitched blood-curdling scream reverberated in the valley of Bloody Trapland.

Amnesia Bro Ending Fin.