Cry woke up with a splitting headache. He opened his eyes but all he could see was darkness. He sat up and looked around searching for any source of light. Finally he found it. A small, flickering, orange light coming from under a door. Cry stood up slowly and attempted to walk over to the door but he stumbled over something and fell to the floor once again. He tried standing up but suddenly he heard a noise coming from behind him. He realized that he didn't stumble over something, he stumbled over someone. The American waited in silence.
-My head…- he heard someone grumble. Someone with a really cute accent.
-Pewds! - he whispered crawling over to his friend.
The Swedish Youtuber screamed, as usually when he was scared.
-Calm down, buddy! It's just me. – Cry whispered.
-C-Cry…What happened, where are we? – Pewdie asked, confused.
-I don't know, friend. But we might as well find out. There's a door behind me.
They both stood up and walked over to the door. Cry placed his hand on the doorknob and turned it slowly. They heard a click and the door opened easily revealing a long candlelit corridor. The walls seemed old and they had faded paintings hanged up on them. All in all, it looked like a castle.
"Your world will change when the day changes
Dark halls of a castle, your cages
All you have to do is find the key"
-The voice from before. – Cry said.
- You heard that too?
-Of course I did. Why is that strange? – the American asked tilting his head to the side.
-It's just that I heard this whole poem before. – Pewds answered, looking at his feet.
-Where?
-At the airport. From a strange old woman. It had another line though. Something about a heart or whatever. I can't remember.
-We'll figure it out later. – Cry said. – For now...Where should we go? There are at least a hundred doors just on this corridor and some of them might lead to another one. I think we should find a safe room and stay there until the morning. A study would be nice or a bedroom…
-A bedroom, hmm…Cry. I think I've got the idea. – the Swede teased.
-Fuck you! – the other exclaimed, pushing his friend away playfully.
-Exactly my thoughts. – Pewds said barely hiding his grin.
- S-shut up! – Cry blushed deeply.
In the next hour they walked through the corridor ad looked into every room. They finally found a room with a bed and a sofa and decided to stay there.
-So what do you think happened to us? – Pewds sat down on the sofa looking at his friend expectantly.
-I don't really know – he said – One moment we were sitting in front of the computer, the next we woke up on the floor in some old castle.
-And that strange poem…And who was that woman at the airport. She disappeared without a trace.
While he listened to his friend talk Cry walked over to a shelf lined with statues:
-Can't you remember the last line of the poem? Maybe there was something important. – he asked as he rummaged through the shelf searching for anything that could help. He saw something shiny and picked it up it was a statue, a familiar statue from…
-I really can't remember. I was sleepy and surprised. That woman knew my name! – Pewdie continued on not noticing Cry's shock. – I can only remember something about a heart and…
Suddenly there was a loud bang over at the shelf were Cry stood.
Cry! What happened? – Pewds asked as he ran over to his friend looking down at the object that fell only to see…
-Would you mind not dropping me…Ellos Pewdie, I waited for you!