A/N: If this chapter is miraculously missing one day, please don't be surprised. The thing Barrel chants in the middle of this chapter is the whole reason why the Amnesia series is on Swedish-Chickadee and not Owlie-Tweets. This is not connected to the email my mother knows about. So THANKS A LOT, BARREL! Hahaha!

Anyways, I sent the chant to ONE person, and I had no idea my mother's email is connected to mine. One night, she comes up to me, and holds the email in front of my face on her phone. And I was like "ohhhhh crap!" I didn't want her to find out about any of the other lemon-type stuff I've already written, but I really want to keep writing the Amnesia series. Sooo, I just made a new account, and moved all my Amnesia crap onto this account! Easy! So yesh. That is the story. Sorry for it being so long! Enjoy this chapter!

*Pewdie's POV*

The man looked away for a second, took a few steps closer, and snapped his head back up. His friendly expression was completely erased, and replaced with a smirk...a very evil one.

"I'm back," he purred.

The bros and I looked at each other with confusion. "That's right," the man said, his smirk never fading. "It's me. Did ya miss me?"

Piggeh stood right up. "And who would you be?," Piggeh asked, his voice nice and strong. The man lowered his head, and placed a hand on his heart. "Cumhachtaí Claochlú," he muttered. He was whipped up into a storm of sparkles, just like the bros had when they transformed into their normal Amnesia forms. The man's clothes changed, and his shaggy hair was tied into a wispy little ponytail.

The man was actually Barrel.

We all gasped, and shot death glares at him. "What do you want?!," I retorted. Barrel caressed his own neck as if it were a precious cat. "Revenge," he snarled, padding closer to us. "I challenge you to a second battle. This time, I know I'm going to win. There's a precious, precious corse rushing through my veins." He stroked his wrists, and up his arms. It seemed as though he were trying to make us uncomfortable.

"W-w-well, y-you're n-not going to d-d-d-d-defeat the Br-BroArmy!," Mr. Chair pipped, his voice shaking as though there were an earthquake below him. Barrel started picking up his pace, still stroking himself, and beginning to lick his lips. Piggeh leaped in front of Mr. Chair, and began pushing him backwards. "Hun, we can taunt him later," Piggeh said quietly. "Right now, I think we just need to...RUN!"

Right on command, we all gave a little shout, and ran as fast as our shaking legs would carry us. And when we did, Barrel stopped stroking himself, and began to speed walk after us. His evil expression froze to his face, and he seemed to be mumbling something to himself.

Bros, you'd better start to run

I'd like to have a little fun

You look like you're a tad bit shy

I'd like to know the reason why

We crossed the street, and came to a halt at one of the office buildings. "What do we do now? Are we stuck?," Gonzales panicked. "We might lose him if we go in there," Cry pointed out. Quickly, Stephano threw opened the double doors, and everyone zipped in. We were safe for about thirty seconds before Barrel threw the doors opened, and busted in.

I can catch you even if you think I cannot

Sit still - this'll only hurt quite a lot

Lie back, relax your mind

Your soft spot I'm going to find

We frantically looked around for an escape. Mayo's eyes landed somewhere, and he pointed. "Stairs! Hurry!," he cried. We stampeded up the stairs, as Barrel continued to trail behind us, almost on our tails.

Beginning to get you aroused

I want you to close your eyes now

Feel the rush through your veins

Calm down - start to enjoy that pain

There were nearly 18 flights of stairs before we hit the top floor. Barrel wasn't at all tired...in fact, he was extremely close to catching up. "Oh god, are we trapped?," {Name} breathed nervously. Stephano pointed to a room at the very end of the hall. "No! Zat room! Quickly!," Stephano cried. We all made a mad dash to the room, but that didn't keep Barrel from stopping.

I want to play a little game

Making you uncomfortable is my aim

I don't care if you are scarred

I can feel you begin to get hard

I could care less if you're a girl or a guy,

It's r***ing time!

Barrel tried to throw open the doors to the room, but not before Stephano took out his sword, and shoved it in the handles. As Barrel kicked and body-slammed the door, trying to get in, Mayo scooted himself between Stephano's legs, and the door, and sat with his back to the door. Though Barrel didn't stop trying to get in, it made it harder for him to do so.

"Are we safe? Can we leave?," {Name} asked, his/her hands on his/her knees as he/she caught his/her breath. I shook my head. "Barrel could be out there for a while before he gives up on trying to get in," I said. Gonzales gave the door a kick, and there was a shout of pain from the other side of the door. "Besides, what's this battle he's talking about anyways?," he pointed out. "Think of all the surprise attacks he could pull on us. We'll need a base to be prepared."

Piggeh strolled over to the window, and stood on his tiptoes, and leaning forward a little while looking down at the street below us. "This is a perfect base. High up in the sky where we can see everything," he said.

Mr. Chair didn't say a word. He crunched up into a little ball in the corner, shivering and whimpering. I wouldn't blame him for being scared. What Barrel had said was very threatening. And...what did he say about r***ing time? Was that his new tactic...to getting what he wanted?