Jacob hurtled through the portal far faster than he had while traveling to San Andreas. The walls now flew past him so fast that he could no longer make out the dashes and dots of shades of blue that served as their backdrop. It seemed that he had barely been within the portal for two minutes before he hurtled out. The portal threw him violently across the strange room, his body crashing into something that wasn't a wall. Whatever it was, it fell under his impact. Jacob lifted himself from the strange form groggily, only to hear a groan from under himself and realize he had crashed straight into Nanners, who flew backwards, knocking him and MinX off her feet in the process. Jacob quickly stood, brushing some of his black hair from his face before giving both of the two a hand back to their feet. Once they were back up and dusting themselves off, Jacob observed the room that housed them. Stone walls slapped together with cement gave the room a awe inspiring yet chilling feeling. Instead of conventional lights and switches, the walls were lined with torches blazing brightly, although Jacob could see that they didn't line the length of the corridor.

He took in a deep breath and a swallow before turning to his friends.

"Amnesia?" he said, his voice barely audible. Ken gave a nod, clearly fighting back tears.

"Amnesia," he breathed. The group, all dressed in 19th century men's wear, gave a joined sigh of fear and exhaustion. And it appeared that Pewds was the worst for wear.

"No," he said, voice and head shaking, "No, this - this can't be happening." His knees began to wobble before giving way beneath him and he sunk to the cold stone floor, cradling his face in his hands as cries broke the still air. Ken, Cry and Jacob were the first to Pewdie's aid.

"Hey, Pewds, look at me," Cry insisted, his friend still sobbing into his palms.

"Look at me!" Cry shouted, yanking up his friend's face by the chin without protests.

"Tell me all of the things that you love."

Pewds rubbed his reddening face with his now tear sodden hands.

"I-I love, playing video games, walking along the beach back in Brighton, taking Puga and Edgar for walks, spending time with Marzia, and making my fans laugh."

"Well guess what Felix," Cry stated, getting the Swede's attention by the use of his name, "You're gonna do all of those things again, okay? You're gonna play video games until you're eyes are square, you're gonna - you're gonna walk along the beach until you're feet are covered in blisters, you're gonna walk Puga and Edgar until you're basically dragging them behind you; you're gonna marry Marzia someday, and your fans are going to adore you more and more by the day. Alright? So just think about that stuff until we get out of here."

While listening to Cry's encouraging speech, Jacob's eyes wandered the room, until they caught on a small, metallic twinkle atop a shelf. Curious and possibly against his better judgement, he stood and proceeded towards the small shine. The closer he got, the more he was able to work out the object. It was a small - statue, of an Arab man, down on one knee, with a sword pointing downward clasped in his hands. He reached upward, wrapping a hand around the statue, surprisingly heavy for it's size, and examined it once it was in the palm of his hand. Jacob gave a large smile as he recognized the statue.

"Hey guys," he said, holding the golden idol behind his back, "Guess what I found."

"What did you find?" Ken asked, rising from his crouching position. When Jacob revealed the statue from behind his back, Pewds' eyes lit up like those of a child on Christmas. He looked to Jacob, jaw hanging.

"Is it really...?"

"Ellos Pewdie," Jacob said, moving the statue as he spoke, "I am Stephano."

"Stephano!" Pewds cheered, standing and dashing towards Jacob, holding out the relic out for him. Pewds hoisted it effortlessly into the air, spinning around several times before holding the statue to his cheek. Several other members of the group rolled their eyes at his actions.

"Alright kiddies, we better get a move-on," Cr1TiKaL commented as he grabbed several tinder boxes from the shelf. "Who's got the lamp?"

"I do, and the oil as well," Anthony called out, holding the unlit light for them all to see. Cr1TiKaL tossed him the tinder boxes, which he caught and passed to Ian.

"Does anyone see a way out of here?" Nanners asked them all. No door was presen, but after several minutes of searching Toby and Mark were able to find a small hole hidden by several large barrels.

"You f**cking barrels," Pewds hissed as he passed them, crouching through behind Mark and MinX. Anthony, at the front of the group, lit up the lantern, and with that, their journey through Castle Brennenburg began.

"Wait so, she faked an injury so she could sue you?" Ian asked Cr1TiKaL in disbelief at his story. The other gamer gave a solemn nod.

"Yeah, but it's been cleared up now, so everything is mainly back to normal." He , who had been wandering behind them and listening while he clutched Stephano, hushed the group as something caught his attention.

"Do you Bros see that?" he whispered, pointing ahead. He was indicating an armor set, no more than ten yards further down the hall.

"Oh boy," Ken murmured, rolling his eyes, "here we go."

"What's the matter Pewds?" MinX asked, her head by his shoulder and following his gaze.

"I don't trust that statue," he replied.

"Well, there's only one thing for it," Nanners murmured, walking towards the suit.

"Careful," Pewds whispered, his voice sounding tasked. Nanners crept towards the armor, reached up, grabbed the helmet and tossed it across the hall. The worst he expected was for the helmet to crash through the floor or something. He didn't expect the suit of armor to grab him. The rest of the party screamed as Nanners tried to fight himself free from the seemingly possessed suit's grip.

Mark, Cry and Ken rushed to their friend's aid, grabbing at his hands and trying to force him from the suit's grip only for them to be attacked by even more moving suits. Jacob attempted to join the fight, and would have fought valiantly, had he noticed the statue which coshed him from behind. His face crashed into the cobblestones as the burning throb in the back of his head grew. First it was him, and then Nanners, and Pewds, then Mark, and just as his vision faded to blackness, his cheek pressed to the stone floor, one of them coshed MinX.

The last thing he heard was Stephano crashing to the ground.

AN: Hey guys, not much to say about this chapter except that I apologize for it being so late :( I had a serious case of writers block and a bunch of other plots in my mind, so I took a break for a week. But now, I'm back, and I'm ready to write! Special thanks to GuardianWitchDemiGhost for suggesting Amnesia. I couldn't have thought of anything better for an ending.

Once again, thank you guys for reading, and I see you in the next one :)