No longer able to ear the distressed cries of his friend, Pewdie stops to catch his breath in a lengthy dining hall. A dozen or so chairs greet him in a singsong voice. Three foggy wax candles make a dotted line down the center of the mahogany table.
Pewdie groans and leans to a cramp in his side, stumbling over his shoes as he makes his way to the wall. His back collides with the wall with a thump and he slides down to sit against it. He can feel his heart pound in his head.
"That's probably the most exercise I've ever gotten," Felix jokes, grinning for the first time in hours. The chairs decide that it's a bad time to talk.
Pewdie stood again, his sense of logic and order returning to him. He took a look around. Why there was a closet in the dining room, he didn't know.
Too weak to protest with himself, Felix's thoughts wandered past finding Stephano and to what they needed him for, let alone what they'd do to him in order to get what they wanted. It made him ill to think about. This place was stocked to the brim with torture devices. What if they took Stephano just so I'd go after him?, he thought. They knew I'd try to find him. Will this be my downfall? Will HE be my downfall..?
A loud crash broke his concentration. He whipped around; the wooden door that kept him supposedly safe had a sizeable hole through the center and he could barely see something moving behind it.
Panicking, he hopped over to the closet, nearly ripping off the handle trying to open it. The monster struck the door again, splintering it further and making Pewdie whine out of sheer terror. Just as a great mutant hand snapped the door in half, Felix had slammed himself flat against the backboard of the closet and had pulled the doors shut. The sound of his heavy breath clashed with the monster's cracked huffs, and at every step the beast took, the doors to Pewdie's hiding spot rattled. He shivered uncontrollably when its last step was not a foot from where he stood. Pewdie held his breath and waited. He kept expecting Stephano to coax him into relaxing, but it didn't come.
Come on, go away, Felix thought impatiently. I don't have all day.
A frustrated roar was just audible from inside Pewdie's little closet. Felix sighed with relief as bumbling footsteps got quieter. Peering out from where he hid, his breath skipped around and his whole body shook. Again, he knew he'd been here before, but without Stephano the place seemed a little darker, if that was even possible.
He exited his hiding place. He almost had trouble, due to how badly he was trembling. It was just then that he noticed a suit of armor in the room.
"Smug little bastard," he muttered. At that, Pewdie halfheartedly slapped the head of the statue and it hit the floor with a satisfying clank. That managed to cheer him up, but only until he walked out of the room. Then every last bit of sanity left in him hit the fan.
Pewdie was unable to move. He never thought he'd see the day when his jaw would literally drop. There was his golden friend, arms 'round the previously encountered monster's neck.
"Run, Pewdie!" Stephano commanded. The grunt started to scratch at Stephano's hands. "Pewdie, run, it can't hurt me!"
He took a step back, watching his partner struggle and contemplating whether to help or not. Then he took another step back, and another, and before he knew it he was running away, not knowing or caring where he went, and so through the labyrinthine pathways he ran. Still tired from his little jog from earlier, he only ran briefly before his legs refused to work with him. As he leaned to the fire-lit wall, his friend's frantic expression flashed through his mind.
A panicky cry could be heard a few dozen yards away.