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Chapter 6:


Definitely Not Right


(1st Person P.O.V.: PewDiePie)

"Hey, hold on!" I said, looking around in the corridor, but that girl had already left. Man, my one chance for safety until I can find Stephano, gone.

I walked back over to Mr. Chair. "Hey," I said, "It's gone; you can de-Chairmode or whatever now."

Mr. Chair glowed for a few seconds, before returning to human form.

"How'd you manage to lose it?" He asked.

"I hid in one of the rooms, like you said we should," I stated, shrugging, "they're not that hard to lose, really. They forget where you are, like, immediately if you hide. Like 'THERE HE IS! … Wait a second…'"

Mr. Chair laughed a bit, and I grinned. It is one of my funnier lines.

"So, should we go find the others?" I asked.

Mr. Chair nodded, and we were off.

. . .

We walked for quite a while before running into anyone. We walked into a room that looked a lot like some kind of kitchen… and we saw a boy with pig ears. He had to be at least eighteen, and he was bloody. I would recognize him anywhere.

"Piggy!" I said, smiling.

I then started looking around the room for anything useful. "Two bros already found. I'm on a roll!"

Piggy and Mr. Chair just looked at each other. They're acting pretty weird, not like the bros I know.

"So, have you seen Stephano anywhere?" Mr. Chair asked.

"Yeah, just down that hallway," Piggy said, motioning towards a door, "at least, he was last time I checked."

"Then what are we waiting for?" I asked, "C'mon, let's get going."

We walked for a while before running into another familiar face. Yep. Enter Stephano.

"STEPHANO!" I said excitedly, "Bro, it's so good to see you! Man, we've run into just about every-"

"Who the hell are you?" Stephano asked, confused and slightly agitated, arms crossed and staring at me.

I just stood there. Just stood there, speechless. There have been many times where I've been so angry or terrified that I can't form words, but this time, I couldn't even make a sound. It took a few minutes for my brain to fully process what just happened.

"Wh-what?" It was the only word that came to my mind.

"Who the hell are you?" Stephano repeated his question, a bit more angry than last time.

"What do you mean, 'who the hell am I'?" I asked, "We're bros, Stephano… you can't really say that you don't remember me…"

"Hmph," Stephano said, "never seen you before in my life."

I couldn't even think at that point. Stephano… doesn't recognize me? Is that… possible? No… it shouldn't be possible…

I had no idea how to handle this. My best friend doesn't remember me. It was like a kick in the gut. My fist tightened around my lantern… and I ran. Pushed through my friends and just ran. What else was I supposed to do? I had to leave, get away from that madness, so I could begin to figure out what I should do about it. I paid no attention to my surroundings. I think at one point I ran right past a Bro.

But at that moment, I had no fucks to give.