Chapter 3
Bro, or Not Bro?
(1st Person P.O.V: PewDiePie)
I let out a sigh of relief as it poofed away. Just a Poofer. I heard Mr. Chair sigh as well.
"How did you get stuck here, Mr. Chair?" I asked while standing up, looking around the cell.
Mr. Chair said nothing. I looked at him, to make sure he was in that human form he has now. He was… but he looked confused.
"Is something wrong?" I would think he would be happy to see me.
"Uhhh…" he started, then shook his head, "n-nothing."
I shrugged and kept looking. I didn't find a key…but I did find a gap in the bars that looked big enough for me to fit through. Unfortunately, it was too high for me to reach, and there weren't any boxes in my cell.
"Uh, I could help you out with that…" Mr. Chair said.
I almost had a heart attack; he was right behind me now, but a few moments ago he was in a different cell. He motioned to a hole near the bottom of the cell wall, which connected our two cells.
"I broke those bars a few days ago," he explained, "but even so, I couldn't get out. The hole is too high up for me. But if I help you, you could get the keys and unlock the door from the other side."
"Why hasn't anyone come to find you?" I asked; I didn't think anyone would purposely abandon Mr. Chair.
"They probably can't find me," he said, "the monster hurt me pretty bad, and dragged me off while my friends were fighting."
He went into Chairmode, and I climbed up onto him, then through the hole. I started looking around for the keys; there was no way I would leave Mr. Chair behind, even if he told me to.
"They should be in the top drawer of that desk over there," he said, pointing to the desk he was talking about, "I saw the monster put the keys in there after he threw me in the cell."
Sure enough, there they were. I did a quick check of the other drawers and the cabinet thing.
"Hey, look, Ladinananadinum," I said upon finding the potion, "and a lantern! And oil! I'm hitting the jackpot here!"
I walked over to the cell and let Mr. Chair out, who looked relieved to finally be out of the cell.
"Thanks," he said, then started to walk away.
I followed him, obviously, but he stopped after a while to look at me.
"Uhmmm… wh-why are you following me?" he asked, nervous.
"Uh… strength in numbers?" I said. Something seems off here. Mr. Chair wouldn't ask why I was following him, he would just let me follow. He is definitely not acting like the Mr. Chair I know, but why?
