A salute to the Awesomer Army! My name is The Awesomer, and this is Aether...

We're back, and in good health!

Ow...

Well, I can't speak for him.

Yeah, Nether. Do you really want to act like Pewdiepie around Fan-Girls anymore?

No...

Good.

Also, just a warning for you geography-freaks, I may not be able to get some of the locations correct in today's chapter. Like we said in the last, everyone was going to walk around San Paolo and see if they could find anything interesting. I tried my best to get the geography correct, but I don't know where Felix's apartment complex was in San Paolo (I didn't bother looking, either), so I'm just making up random locations.

Please don't kill us!

Either way, enjoy!


Piggeh POV—

"Teehee! Don't run! He's just lonely! Play with him!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAUGH! STAY BACK!"

My arms pumped wildly at my sides, my cheeks puffing with every short breath of air I sucked into my lungs and released. My legs felt like a mixture of jelly and concrete at the same time, panic driving me to keep running with all my might. Darkness met my peripheral vision at every angle, leaving me to slam full-force into non-existant walls that I couldn't see at all. I heard the sounds of chains and deep bellowing growls close behind me, with hot breath running down my neck, and a sword so close to my head it could slice a clean millimeter of hair from my scalp effortlessly.

"WHO TOOK MY LANTERN!?" I shouted into the darkness, frustrated as I smashed into another wall. Blood began to trickle from my nostrils, slow and steady as it dripped on the floor like dew-drops in the early morning mist.

There's an idea for a haiku. You're welcome, poets.

"GRAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!"

I took a random turn and kept running. As scared as I was, I relaxed a bit. This was normal territory for me, since I had always been running from monsters since I was a small piglet-corpse. My body seemed to relaxed and say: Okay. This is normal terrain. You can handle this easily.

Still, I had no idea where I was going. That was also normal sometimes, but I literally had no fragment of an idea where I was going. Heck, I could be running through a giant labyrinth of cave systems underneath Brennenburg.

I felt something nick my arm, sending me into a frenzy of screaming and running even faster. Blood dripped from the small flesh wound on my right arm, making another trail from where ever I was going. I rammed my left shoulder into another wall, coughing before running right. This was confusing and insane. I would probably be lucky to wake up with my sanity... if I ever did wake up.

SMACK! I launched backwards and landed on my back, my face flaring with pain. I hit another wall, unseen to the naked eye. Blood started to gush from my nose now, bathing the entire front of my shirt with a ruby-red liquid. The Brute was fast approaching, a giant roar of pure anger rising from his blind figure as it stumbled through the dark.

"Play with him!" the little girl giggled. That fucking giggle!

"Psst! Over here!"

My ears swiveled to my right, towards the sound of a high-pitched voice. Before I could try to find out what exactly made the sound, a voice shot through my head:

"OH MY GOD! PIGGEH!"


I sat up, sweat making a thick puddle around my body. I was panting, my heart racing faster than ever before. Babumpbabumpbabumpbabump! For a minute, a split sense of panic stabbed me in the chest. Where were the old walls that often were decaying right before my eyes? Where was the smell of old charcoal and burnt food that was usually wafting in from a nearby stove? But as soon as these questions had been brought to mind, relief washed over me.

No... no, I wasn't in Brennenburg. I was in Pewdie's house, lying a soft bed that was more comfortable than a rusty old meat hook. Somehow, I felt the tight and all-too familiar feeling of death constrict my lungs, preventing me from breathing. I couldn't remember anything specific. A hallway... a scream... and... an annoying giggle?

Heh. Maybe it really was just a nightmare. Stupid. I really thought I was going to die. And how could I have thoughts like that if I couldn't even remember the dream? If I told Stephano that I had a nightmare that almost scared me to death that I couldn't remember, he would've started to scold me about being such a pussy and how I should start learning how to defeat nightmares.

But this quick sense of relief quickly faded. The flutter of happiness that had just once told me that I was alive and safe depleted, like my energy when we were running from a monster for a long time. This was quickly achieved by Mr. Chair, who stood next to the bed-side, hands over his mouth and pure distress in his brown eyes. He only used this kind of face when he was about to die, or Mayo had torn up one of his favorite berets.

"Piggeh! What the fuck happened!?"

"What?" I demanded, sliding my legs off the bed. My head throbbed with a kind of irritation that you can only get if you seemed to have been running into a wall a million times (I know this first-hand. High-temperature fevers in Brennenburg make you do random shit). My legs were sore and felt almost brittle, like a twig when it was left to dry in the searing summer heat. My nose was completely stuffed and filled with a strange smell, like something from the forges. Did I do something in my sleep that did this? "What do you mean 'what happened?' "

Mr. Chair, eyes still wide, gulped loudly. "You... your shirt... nose... oh god..."

"What?" I repeated.

Yo! Nether greeted happily in my mind. Wadda I mi—OHMYGOD!

I finally took a glance at myself. My shirt: torn and splattered with blood (not that it wasn't already), the fresh scent of iron and gore sharply nipping at my nose. Come to think of it, I couldn't smell anything BUT iron. I put a finger just underneath my nostrils and looked at it slowly. A dark scarlet fluid coated my fingertip, a color I knew all too well.

"Piggeh... what... happened?" Mr. Chair asked, his voice firm and delicate at the same time.

"I..." My mind drifted for a minute. A flurry of images seemed to explode in my brain, like when Martin and Jennifer make an emergency explosive in a chemistry pot. The dark hallway; a Brute chasing me with his hooked sword; a high-pitched, somewhat familiar shriek of distress; and the laugh... the annoying, mocking giggle that seemed to go on for eternity, reminding me of a never-ending, ceaseless agony. "I... uh..."

I heard a click in the back of my mind. Oh yeah! I forgot... uh... Piggeh fell out of the bed! Yeah! He must've bashed his nose on the side table and not noticed the bleeding!

Why was Nether lying? He didn't know what I saw in the dream, much less know what happened to my nose and everything else. And besides, it was, well... It was NETHER. Why would he help me?

Mr. Chair looked at me, a slight glint of suspicion in his eyes. "Really?"

I really had no choice from there.

"Yeah!" I chimed in. "Heh. I guess I had a nightmare or somethin'." I wiped some of the blood of with my sleeve, praying in the back of my mind that Mr. Chair would be an idiot and buy it.

"Fine." Mr. Chair sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "By the way, clean yourself up. We're exploring San Paolo today." He turned to leave the room, but looked back over his shoulder. "And PLEASE try to take a shower. You smell like you just ran through a hallway all night long without stopping."

'Little does he know that was probably in a literal sense,' I thought in the back of my mind, doing my best not to sneer in front of my friend. "Got it..."

Mr. Chair left, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I plopped back on the bed, rubbing the sweat from my face. Wow. That was stressful. I was lucky that Mr. Chair was stupid enough to believe the lie. Hopefully, he didn't suddenly get another brain-flash (you know; when people put two-and-two together and suddenly go like: "OH! Wait a minute!")

Dream?

I snapped out of my thoughts. Oh, right. Nether hasn't left. "How did you know that? And why did you lie to help me?"

First of all: though it may look like it, I'm not a complete idiot, OR a jerk. Keep that in mind. Second: trust me. I've dealt with worst stuff than crummy nightmares and things. This is only the first phase.

I didn't say a word, stuck in a kind of terrifying awe.

I'll leave you alone. Maybe I can bother Aether. HEY AETHE—! His voice faded from my mind. Instead, a new, empty echo filled the space where Nether used to be:

This is only the first phase, he had said.

"Only the first phase..." I murmured.

"Heh," I chuckled suddenly. "I can deal with that."


Mayo POV—

Jennifer helped me escape. She broke the door and told me to run back to the West Wing. I needed to bring the toys she used to play Doctor with. Jennifer needed to play Doctor with Torchy, then I could go exploring and look for Big Brother.

The done-jin is scary. I saw lots of Brootes and Grunches. They all wanted to hurt me. They all had sharp thingies in their hands and tried to scratch me. But I was too fast! I ran past them and hided in many places! I hided in boxes, and under beds in little done-jin rooms, and went into Table-Mode. The Brootes and Grunches are stupid. They couldn't find me!

Then I crawled through a small hole in the wall that Gonzales dug a long time ago. Gonzales made the hole because Stephano kept getting stuck in the done-jin. This hole helped Gonzales sneak in and help Stephano. Sometimes, when I was not around Big Brother, I would sneak through the hole and explore the done-jin. It was fun, but Big Brother always yelled at me.

I got on my hands and started crawling through the hole in the wall. There were big spiders and bugs everywhere, but I wasn't scared of them. I squashed them instead! It was fun! I always thought that Big Brother would reward me if I killed all the bugs in Bread-and-Burg. They made little squeaky noises when I squashed them, like they were yelling at me for hurting them.

I stopped crawling. I was at the end. The only thing that was in my way was a box. I put my hands against the side and pushed with all my might. The box slided away!

I crawled out of the hole and stood up, then I wiped away the bug-juice on my overalls. Big Brother would yell at me if they were dirty. I was in a hallway, very close to the West Wing, but it didn't look like it. Boxes made of wood and candles were on the ground everywhere, broken potion bottles under my shoes. The Barrels and their pet monsters made a mess! Jennifer and Big Brother would yell at them later for making them clean all this up. At the end, there was the door to Stephano's bedroom. Jennifer told me the Doctor toys were in there.

"RAAAAAAR!"

"Oh, no," I said.

There was a Grunch in Stephano's bedroom.

I said something that I shouldn't have. What do I do? The Grunch was going to hurt me! I didn't want to get hurt, or drink another Loud-And-Numb potion. What could I do?

I remembered Jennifer gave me a small box before I left to find the Doctor toys. What was it called? A tinder box? Yeah! A tinder box! She said it was to light fires. She said that I could light candles if I couldn't see, or make a fire if I needed to run away! Maybe I could make a fire to hurt the Grunch! Yeah!

The box was shiny, like Stephano's sword. I knew how to twist the lid off, so I opened it. There were small sticks inside, with small red tips on the ends. I knew how to light them too, so I scratched the sticks against the walls. A tiny fire was on the other end of the stick. I then grabbed a candle and lighted it, then put out the fire on the stick.

Then I saw the boxes made of wood on the ground. They would be on fire easily, if the Grunch didn't die and I was running away.

What was I gonna do with the candle? Big Brother always said the Grunches' skin was very dry, like paper. Paper caught on fire very fast.

"HEY!" I yelled. I waved my candle around, running in circles and making lots of noise. "HEY! I'M OVER HERE!"

"RAAAAAR!"

I saw a Grunch start to run towards me. I suddenly got scared and threw my candle at the Grunch. I ran and hided behind another box. But I was right! The Grunch ran down the West Wing away from Stephano's bedroom, on fire! I won!

"Stupid Grunch!" I said. I ran to Stephano's bedroom and looked at the bedside table. There was a small baggie with a red 't' on it. Those were the Doctor toys Jennifer played with. I took the baggie and ran away fast. Then I ran to the hole in the wall and pulled the box in front of it again.

I then started laughing loudly. Grunches were stupid!


Mr. Chair POV—

Before we begin, let's lay down some ground rules! Number on—!

"Blah, blah, blah," Piggeh droned, pulling on his shirt over his decaying chest. "Boring, boring, boring. Just let us start walking around."

This was around 11:38. Stephano and I were already to leave and start looking at what the Real-World had to offer. Piggeh was finishing with putting on his clothes. Thankfully, he washed off some of the blood from his face and nose, and even managed to take a shower somehow without Pewdie suddenly yelling at him.

That was another thing I liked about the Real-World: the showers had SCALDING HOT WATER. It felt much, MUCH better than cold water that turned your skin to ice. And instead of just looking clean, you could actually SMELL clean too. The soaps were strangely scented. Piggeh smelled vaguely of lavender, I smelled like roses, and Stephano... he refused to touch the soaps, claiming he didn't want to smell like another one of those stupid, fearful humans in the Real-World.

Fine! Just don't ignore me!

Psh! Aether said, seemingly laughing. With a person like you, how CAN we ignore you?

Was that an insult!?

You figure it out.

Stephano rolled his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. He then winced in pain, quickly uncrossing his arms. I had just recently put fresh bandages on Stephano's wounds, and despite me asking multiple times, Pewdie had nothing to take away the pain. Since the older bandages were over a day old, they had been basically glued to his chest by his blood, causing them to reopen and start bleeding again as soon as we tore away the first. "Okay. Where to first?"

"Oh SHIT!"

All three of us glanced at Pewdie's bedroom. I was about to make a snide comment about another monster breaking in when the door swung wide open, and in only a blur of blonde hair and green clothing, Pewdie rushed around the small castle. "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!"

"Pewdie?" Stephano asked, raising a finger. "What are you doi—?"

"Outta the way!" Pewdie shoved Piggeh away from the kitchen table and grabbed a gold key.

Stephano and I burst into laughter. "Poor Piggeh!"

"Ow!"

"See ya!" Pewdie suddenly burst past us, a backpack slung over his shoulder and a hooded jacked covering his face. He swiftly opened the door, gave us a quick wave, and slammed the door shut.

I blinked. "Where's he off to?"

Meeting. Something about the Yougies Aridiotes convention or something.

Piggeh looked like he was trying not to laugh, struggling to get back to his feet. "Alright. I can deal with that."

"Anyways," Stephano trailed. "Where first?"

Dunno, Nether admitted. Just derp around until we find somewhere interesting?

No one complained. No one objected. It had effectively been decided.

"Alright," I clapped my hands, slightly eager to see what else the Real-World could show us. We had already seen the advancement in technology in both the medical field and the entertainment field. Now I was ready to see what else there was. "Let's go."


"Whoa..." Piggeh marveled.

"It's pretty!" I nearly shouted out.

"Yeah, I could agree with that..." Stephano said nonchalantly, leaning against the railing.

Where was a first place? Upon Aether's suggestion, we walked about two miles (in some direction, I don't know which) to a nearby lake. It was beautiful, with the crystal blue water reflecting back in the sunlight of noon. Amazingly surreal and beautiful boat-looking devices drifted along the water with people inside, drinking what seemed to look like spirits and having a party. Bridges stretched across the harbor, allowing people to cross or look upon the water more easily. Puffy white clouds slowly blew across the sky, showing no intentions of rain. Behind us stood a small park, with families playing with flimsy-plates. Animals ran around, playing with small children and barking at whatever squirrels scurried by. A few people were even having a picnic, laughing as they passed around a giant basket of delicious-looking food. I envied those people slightly. THey had plentiful food here, while back in Brennenburg, there was barely enough rations for one meal.

Piggeh pointed across the harbor, looking at the varieties of other buildings. "Cool! Tiny castles!"

No, Nether sighed, sounding annoyed. Those are apartments and houses. Just like Felix's.

I placed my hands on my hips. "That's a small neighborhood?"

Correct, Mister Chair, Aether answered. And there are plenty more scattered around San Paolo. But the Market-Places are amazing to look at too.

Stephano and Piggeh looked at the families playing in the parks. "Huh," Stephano said, eyeing one of the groups having a picnic. "Can't imagine eating that much food in one serving and have enough for everyone else to stuff themselves."

I frowned slightly. "Too true," I agreed. "Kind of sad."

"Ah, well," Piggeh shrugged. He pointed at a random family throwing those flimsy-looking plates. "That looks like a fun form of discus-throwing."

Ah! I bumped myself on the head. Discus-throwing! Of course! Those families were playing a modern version of discus, apparently. "Kinda does." I chuckled slightly. "Can you imagine this many people having so much fun in one place? Not having to worry about monsters, or sanity-draining threats?"

That was a no-brainer for my friends. "Nope," they both said in unison, no trace of hesitation in their voices.

We stay there for a while, watching several white boats drift through the water effortlessly and a few kids play tag. A cloud lazily drifted overhead, blocking off the sunlight temporarily and sending goosebumps up my arms. Birds flew overhead, squawking in protest as a mischievous kid threw stones at them out of boredom. More adults laughed as they kept eating their abundant food and drank their spirits. It was a kind of fun that all three of us had yearned for all our lives,but knew could never happen. Even now.

"Okay," Stephano finally said, giving a bored yawn. "Where to next?"

Nearest paintball arena! Nether shouted, causing all of us to cringe in pain.

No, Nether, Aether sighed. There is no paintball in San Paolo.

Shit!

Meh, Aether said. Head to the closest Market-Place?

Gaaaaaaay!

Nether, I will kill you.

No one protested, since Nether apparently had no better ideas (ironic, since he was the one who said 'Mentlegen, today I teach you how to live!'). Walking over a nearby bridge, Piggeh got excited at the next sight. "Cool!" he exclaimed, pointing across the harbor.

A few had grand towers reaching towards the heavens, with colorful stain-glass windows gleaming in the sunlight. Others were smaller and more humble, with what looked like small crucifixes on the doorways. Either way, people seemed to flock to them with a mixture of expressions: anger, happiness, extreme sorrow, and grim determination.

"What are those?" I asked curiously.

Churches, Aether answered. They have lots of them here. Some are more major than the smaller ones, as you can probably see. Either way, they have beautiful artwork inside.

"Religion..." Stephano murmured. "Pha! Unfortunately, we haven't thought about religion for years now. We're too busy trying to survive one night at a time to worship people like Jehovah or Jesus."

Honestly, that's just sad, Nether said. I get it, but it's still sad.

I was too busy admiring the craftmanship on the windows to hear the rest of the argument. Some were newer, with more intricate symbols that represented different sections of the bible. Others were older, but were still beautiful. Bright colors ranging from blue to red to green to white flashed in the sun, catching anyone's attention just as well as a Grunt in a crowd of people. Some showed images of heaven: white angels with golden horns and the pearly gates. Others showed Jesus: a man surrounded by an aura of light as he looked down upon his disciples.

Wow. That got really religious fast. What I'm trying to describe was this: the stain-glass windows were beautiful.

Piggeh tapped my shoulder. "Mr. Chair! Look!"

I followed Piggeh's finger to where he was pointing. Just across the sidewalk where we were, a giant window showed a giant display of computers and all different devices that we had never seen before. Normal to a person from this realm at first glance... until you looked at what was playing on the screens. Flashing upon the computer monitors showed a scene showing dark, walls of a castle with a monster coming straight at the screen. In the top left corner, a blonde man who looked strangely familiar screamed, yelling inappropriate things as he ran to opposite direction.

"No freaking way...!" I laughed. "Are they playing Pewdie's videos?"

"That's awesome," Stephano agreed.

As all three of us walked towards the shop, the screen changed again, showing the same dank castle, but this time, an old pig corpse was levitating in the air. Pewdie made weird faces in the corner of the screen, words at the bottom of the scene narrating what Pewdie was supposedly saying: "Yeah! I'm pumped! I'm pumped! Fist-bump! You thought I was a pig? No! I'm a snake! Look at me! You like my Piggeh-Slide?"

All three of us burst into laughter.

The screen flashed again, this time showing a green velvet chair in the corner of a bed room. The words started to narrate the scene: *Epic gasp* "Mr. Chair!"

"Hey, Pewdie!"

"Let me pick you up, Mr. Chair!"

A teleporting-naked-guy flashed on top of the chair. Pewdie flipped out in the corner, making weird faces as he grabbed the virtual chair and slammed it against the ground. "Why, Mr. Chair!? WHY!?"

"I'm so sorry, Pewdie! It was the mod-developer! He made me do it! I was like, 'No! I don't wanna scare Pewdie!' "

"I thought you were my friend! I thought you were a Bro!"

I didn't laugh, but Piggeh and Stephano were snorting as they tried to keep themselves together.

The screen flashed again, showing the same castle, but with a small golden statue in the middle of the screen. The statue kept getting thrown around the room, cursing randomly and alerting Grunts where Pewdie was. At one point, Pewdie was lying on the ground of the castle floor, the statue scolding him for break-dancing at a time like that.

Piggeh hugged his sides. "Oh GOD! That is hilarious!"

Stephano had tears rolling down his cheeks. "Goddamn it, Pewdie!" This was the first time I had ever seen Stephano laugh this hard.

Nether and Aether were cracking up in my mind, quoting what was on those few scenes and bursting out laughing again. I couldn't stop laughing, my lungs starting to hurt as I tried to compose myself again. A group of young women pasted us, giggling and pointing at us as they spoke jokes about us in Italian. I didn't care. It was still funny as Hell.

After almost an hour of finally letting the laughter pass and composing ourselves, Stephano yawned. "Okay. Aether, Nether. Where are the forges? Maybe I can find a new sword, or a shield."

Forges? Nether repeated, obviously confused.

Stephano sighed. "Where's the blacksmith?"

There is no blacksmith, Master Stephano, Aether answered. Weapons like swords and daggers are no longer sold. And even if they were, they're cheap and break easily.

"Wow," Stephano grumbled. "The Real-World can show funny moments of us back in Brennenburg, but not sell any good-quality swords? That's the stupidest thing I have ever heard."

Piggeh and I didn't mind. The last thing we needed was Stephano to have a new sword in his possession. That could only mean bad news if he got mad at us. "Okay," I said, clapping my hands together. "Onward!"


Stephano POV—

Considering what you had already learned about Aether, you would trust him on where to go, yes?

Now, how would you react if I told you he had a bad sense of direction?

Badly, I would predict. My friends and I wandered aimlessly around the city San Paolo, looking around at all the small neighborhoods filled with people and all the busy trails filled with horse-less carriages. Aether was obviously confused with every turn, repeatedly making us back-track and correcting himself constantly.

Uh... left... nope! Go back! We gotta get back to that street light!

Eventually, you could see that Piggeh and Mr. Chair were starting to tire and lose energy. I couldn't blame them: a burning summer sun blazed overhead, almost making the few lakes we passed boil like a stew pot. People were stripping off their jackets and letting their tongues hang out like dogs. Stray animals tried their best to take shelter in the shades of dusty alleyways.

"Let's..." I started. "...take a break."

My fellow Bros didn't seem to protest in any way. At the nearest lake-side park (which was probably the same one we started at), we sat down in an empty bench in the shade. Mr. Chair pulled off his beret and started fanning himself, looking around with tired eyes. Piggeh let his pink ears stand straight up (which from what I remember was a way he cooled himself). I did nothing but pull off my turban, running my fingers run through my gold hair and letting the sweat dry from my scalp.

I looked up at the sky, judging the time by the position of the sun by what my Bros and I had taught ourselves. "It's early afternoon," I stated. "When we're ready, we should probably head back."

Again, no one protested. Even Nether and Aether were too busy fighting about directions to acknowledge what I had just said.

I let out a sigh, leaning back on the bench and putting my turban back on my head. I felt my muscles start to relax, which surprised me for a second. Relaxed? That was a kind of feeling I had never felt before. I was always anticipating an attack back in Brennenburg, constantly on guard duty and watching out for any ambushes. Constantly feeling the stress of my friends on my back as I worked to keep them all in safety. Constantly letting myself submit to bitterness and stress.

The feeling of being relaxed? That was like learning a foreign language.

I looked around, watching as some of the adult groups now began to pack up their things and leave the park, laughing and stumbling over themselves. In fact, almost all the adults left the park. All that remained was a small group of kids. My fellow Bros and I watched them as they ran around and played.

Most specifically, we had our eyes on a group of four kids. One was a simple girl, wearing a grey flannel shirt and running around with a grin on her face. Another wore a faded red t-shirt that looked almost like a deep pink, happiness in his eyes as he tagged the kid next to him. This kid looked intelligent and cunning, with wisdom burning in his eyes. He looked around and ran around a tree, shoving another kid to the ground.

This one had yellow hair, almost like gold. He looked timid and shy, his eyes darting around the park like he was waiting for something dangerous to attack. He slowly got up, looking at the kid with glasses like he had just been handed a vial of poison. "Uh... um... er..." he stammered nervously.

The little girl frowned. "You're no fun, Stephan!" she said. "Stop pretending like you're looking for monsters and tag someone!"

The kid with the redish-pink shirt gave a giant grin. "C'mon, S!" he said. "You said earlier that you were pumped!"

"Uh..." Stephan muttered out.

The little kid with glasses smiled warmly. "Let's go, Stephan! Tag someone and play! It's fun!"

Stephan lowered his head and scratched at the ground with his shoes. "Er..."

The little girl turned her head over her shoulder and stomped the ground. "I gotta go home!" She ran off.

"Bye, Jenny!" the two other kids said. The boy with the redish-pink shirt then looked at the sky, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Shoot! I gotta leave too! Bye!"

"See ya, Bigby!" the kid with glasses said. He turned back to Stephan. "C'mon. Let's go home, too."

"O—o—okay..." Stephan stammered.

All three of us watched as the kid with glasses ran out of the park. The kid named Stephan followed slowly, his eyes still darting around nervously. It was only until he turned and looked at us over his shoulder did he then run to catch up with the other kid.

Huh, Nether said.

"That was... interesting..." Mr. Chair said.

No one said a word.

"C'mon," I said finally, standing up and looking at my friends. "We should head back too. I wonder if Pewdie's back."


Writers' Block is SOOOOOOO painful!

Also, I was forced into Track for school, so there's that too.

That's all I'm saying.

A final salute, and I will see you all soon! I'm The Awesomer, signing off!

-The Awesomer

I'm Aether, signing out, for now!

-Aether

And I'm the more mature, way handsomer Nether, signing off, for now!

-Nether