*Pewdie's POV*
"This is unusual, bros," I stated at absolutely random one evening. Stephano, who was drinking from a liter of Seven Up and watching the gorgeous sunset, put the bottle down, and turned to me. "Unusual?," he asked. "How zo?" I stood up, and walked over to my boyfriend. Taking a seat next to him, I said, "Barrel. He hasn't tried anything clever lately. Like...at all."
Mayo, who was sitting on the couch between Mr. Chair and Gonzales, flipped himself upside down. "Well, he was sick last week," he said, his flat cap falling off of his head. "If he fell gravely ill, then we have time for battle planning." I nodded - it was a good point.
Stephano nodded. "Well, zough he was sick, we should still be careful," Stephano said. "He could be planning some surprise attack, and we don't know about it." Mr. Chair, reading a very thick book, nodded once, marked his page, and closed the book. "That is a true," he said. "That Barrel is so sneaky. He'll try anything at the weirdest times. If we're lucky, he'll show up here at the door, hacking and sneezing all over the place."
Piggeh snorted. "Thanks, Mr. Chair, honey."
"What for?"
"This image in my head."
"Oh?"
"Barrel...in his un-"
"Okay, sweetheart! I get the idea, thank you very much!"
Cry pulled on the collar of his sweatshirt a few times. "It's kinda stuffy in here," he sighed. "Why don't we sit up on the roof or something? Let the fresh air in here come in." As he got up, and started outside, {Name} threw his/her arms around his waist.
We all followed, and began to head up onto the roof, where we could relax for a little bit, and watch the beautiful sunset.
Piggeh gave Mr. Chair a nudge with his elbow.
"Hey, Mr. Chair."
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"What if we see Barrel drying his un-"
"I'm sure we won't, sweetheart!"
Piggeh snickered, and hugged Mr. Chair waist.
As we headed outside, I grabbed onto Stephano's hand. He turned to look at me. "What's wrong, Pewds?," he asked. "I'm nervous," I admitted. "What do we do if Barrel does attack us without a warning?"
Stephano blinked. "Well, we've trained quite a bit," he said as we stepped out. "We have our weapons, and we should be...ohhh god!"
He froze, his vision fixed on one spot. I glanced around to see everyone was looking the same way. Their eyes were filled with worry, and it made me nervous. I followed their gazes, very, very slowly with suspense.
"Oh...
...SHEET!"