Author's Note: I didn't like the way I wrote this, so I went ahead and revised it. It ended up a little longer than it was going to be. Anyways, hope you enjoy and all that.
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Pewdiepie watched as WotS disappeared into the gloom. She'll be fine, he told himself. But experience told him otherwise. Something would be after her.
He gave himself a mental shake. His job was to go upstairs.
After going through the door, he found himself in a hallway. It had three doors in it- two to the left, one to the right. Stairs were at the end of the corridor, but he thought he'd check these rooms first.
The first door to the left was locked, so he tried the second. He walked into a study with bookcases full of books about various scientific theories and discoveries, most of them about chemicals and acids. A desk, covered with a mess of papers, stood by the doorway. The papers were useless to him, all about different elements and how they could be mixed to create a diverse range of chemicals. He checked the drawers. Nothing.
Examining the bookshelves, he noticed a faint light coming from behind one of them. He pulled books off of the shelf until he came to one that moved, but didn't fall to the floor. With a heavy scraping noise, the bookcase creaked open. Too easy.
Through the hidden doorway was a room. It looked like a lab. A key lay on a stained, burned table. He picked it up and inspected it. It didn't look big or fancy enough to be for the front door. He went back and tried it on the door on the left, the one he'd tried earlier. No luck. He tried it on the door on the right.
He was in a sparsely furnished bedroom. All that was there was a bed, a desk, a closet, and a dresser. He checked the desk and dresser drawers. Nothing of note. Opening the closet, he spotted another key.
Out the door and down the stairs he'd noticed earlier, there was a dining hall with large, elaborate windows and lavish silverware. "Hi, Mr Chair," he said.
"Hello, Pewdie," the chair replied, walking up to him. "What are you doing here? You usually are just sitting in front of your computer screen. How'd you get here?"
"It's hard to explain. I don't really know. Have you seen Stephano around?"
"No, I haven't. I think he mentioned something about a 'vacation from your constant screaming'."
"That sounds like him, alright. Where's Piggeh?"
"He's in the kitchen, 'hanging out'."
"Thanks."
"If you don't know how you're here, could you at least tell me why?" Mr. Chair is not the smartest of beings, seeing as he's a chair. But he's always kind to Pewdiepie, and sometimes will even risk his own chair life to save him. Now, he looked rather confused. It was a look you saw on him often.
"Well, I don't know why either. But I do know that I'm here in the castle with WotS-"
"Oh, I like WotS. Once I heard her say that I was her favorite bro."
"...As I was saying, I'm here with WotS and the Smosh team."
"I've seen them around from time to time. They brought me with them once for a little while. They're nice."
"...As I was SAYING, we're here and we need to get out."
"So soon? Well, I don't know how to get out, but Piggeh might know."
"Thanks, Mr. Chair."
"You're welcome, Pewdie. And don't forget Chairmode!" He waddled back to where he had been sitting before Pewdiepie came in.
Pewdiepie nodded and walked over to the door of the kitchen. The key he had picked up earlier read "Kitchen', so he only assumed that this was where it went.
A fireplace stood against the wall to the right; to the left, Piggeh lay on the large, bloodstained table. "'Sup, Pewdie? I'm pumped, I'm so freakin' pumped!"
"Piggeh! Mr. Chair said you'd be in here."
"He was right. Hey, bro, why are you, like, here? You're usually just sitting on your a** in front of that old computer you got. Now you're really here. What's up with that?"
"I don't know, Piggeh. Do you know how I might be able to get out of this place?"
"Well, yeah. Through the door."
"It's locked and covered in goo."
"Oooh, tough luck. Well, I know the guy that used to live here always kept some acid in his lab in case that happened. As for the key... I think it's in the basement. Here's the key to the lab, but i can't help you with anything else." He tossed him a key that said, "Main Lab".
"Thanks, Piggeh," said Pewdiepie. As he left, he heard Piggeh say, "What, you're leaving now? You just found me, bro!"
"Sorry, Piggeh, but I have to get back to the others," he replied.
Through the only locked door that was left was a big lab, full of ingredients for various compounds and mixtures. A big pot of acid sat in the corner, a container on the table next to it.
