5ive here! AGAIN!

It's been forever! How ya doin'?

...yeah stupid question. You're mad at me for no updates ^^ Sounds good to me~

But seriously, updates on me rly fast! I had a buddy over, got very sick, went to the ER, found out I have a UTI, got a job FINALLY, adopted some characters and have been doing comic pages for them, been trying to get on a sleeping schedule, trying to figure out how to continue Viral Disease cause I wrote myself into a damn corner (SORRY PPL), and struggling with writing this chapter because I didn't know how to turn things around cause this character wasn't meant to show up at all... Cause fuck it.

Anyway, enjoy chapter! Cause I ended up crying when Felix was thinking too much cause it got into my own bad thoughts :D WOO! DEPRESSION! LOVE YOU PPL! DON'T FORGET TO FAVORITE AND FOLLOW THIS STORY AND REVIEW FOR FEK'S SAKE! Cause someone out there is named Fek. We know it. BUH BYE!

Felix dared not move, opening his eyes and watching Piggeh jump up from in front of the fire and backing away, same as Mr. Chair. His sight moved down settling on the sword pressed to his neck. Fire reflected off the amber-colored metal. Up the length of the sword and finally finding the hilt, Felix felt words catch in his throat at the yellow eyes looking back at him from the other end of the weapon.

"You're just as stupid as you were back then," Stephano cackled.

"Ste…phano…" Something inside his gut twisted hard. Betrayal clutched his heart, forcing it to skip a beat. This was someone who was once my best friend and protector. We were getting along so well just a few minutes ago.

He smiled, a simple motion upturning both ends of his lips giving his face a dark look. "You're really that dense?" It grew into something that completely changed the man's face into one of mystery. "I won't even correct you." The edge of the sword moved slightly cutting just under the skin and letting out several beads of crimson to the air.

Felix pushed back, sitting up only for Stephano to grab onto him and pull him away from the fire and his friends. With sharp edge still pressed firmly to his skin he had no choice but to go along with wherever the man pulled him or else he'd pay for it in gore. All he could do was grab onto Stephano's arm and hope that he was strong enough to hold the sword away from him. "What are you doing?! I thought we were… I thought you forgave me!"

"Forgave you? No such thing. I'd sooner run you through than forgive your lowly ass."

Then it hit him. "I thought you lost your sword."

The blade shook with his laughter. "Oh no no. Are you piecing it all together?"

He blinked down at the bloodstained metal. Stephano gripped the hilt, skin no longer dripping with water. Even in the darkness of the room, the fire still showed Stephano's darkened skin against the white wrappings of the sword's hilt. But… he lost his sword. Where'd he find this one? It looks used. Recently. The entire length of metal stained a dark brown, same as… Stephano's… skin.

"You're not Stephano," Felix whispered in fear.

"Aaah… and who am I? Did my name stick in that fucking head of yours?"

He'd never forget that name. It was one that he liked as a name in itself. "Gonzales."

The man laughed again. "So I'm one of the special ones that you can remember. Good to know you cared enough not to forget me." He pulled the Swed closer to the door making sure to show the other two the sword in place against his skin. "I'm going to do what my younger brother should have done the moment he found you. Give you to the Bro. Even if he gave up looking for you, I think he'd be damn happy to finally have you." Gonzales kicked open the door. "It's the least I can do after you treated us so well, PewDie."

"I apologized! Gonzales, come on! We can all leave- I already told this shit to the others!" He pulled against the statue's arm but it wasn't any good. Just like the object he was born of, Gonzales was solid as a rock. "Please, listen to me-"

"Listen? To you? HA! Don't make me laugh. Why should I even consider giving you a second chance when you fucking left us? I don't know why the others still fawn over you like you're some damn god. Why should I care when you never did? Huh? Tell me that."

"I did care! I mean… I do care. You guys helped me get over my fear of scary games. You're the reason I'm so popular now. How can I not care about you guys?!"

The sword's edge slid along his skin cutting ever so slowly into soft flesh. "Then why the fuck did you leave." When the Swed didn't answer, Gonzales started pulling him back down the hall once more, further and further from the safety of his friends who could only watch. They were defenseless, what did he expect them to do to help?

The blonde was turned away and told to walk, point of the blade sticking him in the side. It was enough to get him to listen. At least it wasn't at his throat anymore. He did as he was told and continued on down the hall, darkness having swallowed up all visibility and it didn't help that the lantern had been left back in the room. It didn't seem to bother Gonzales and the man even made sure Felix didn't run into any walls that he couldn't see.

Coming to a room, Gonzales forced him inside and closed the door, shoving a chair against it locking it in a way. Felix had already heard the groans of a creature outside so didn't question why they were hiding. It wasn't the monster the bronze man wanted to feed him to so they were avoiding it. Once it passed, it was back into the halls again and traveling further into the darkness of the castle.

Felix was cold, his clothing left back in the room and probably still wet. As for him, his hair had dried out and was sticking up disgustingly and his boxers, still wet, clung to his thin legs. He had started shivering at one point and now he hugged himself tight attempting to warm up. He hated that Gonzales had gotten himself dressed before kidnapping him and wondered how his clothes had gotten dry so fast. There was also the thought of… where was Stephano? If Gonzales was here and had been the one back there getting out of the water… what happened to Stephano? Was he okay? Had he ever been with them?

He shook his head. Of course it had been Stephano at first. He couldn't mistake that look in his eyes for anything other than hope. Gonzales's eyes were different. Very dark, void of anything. It looked like he had completely given up, but at the same time was trying to keep himself sane and alive. Almost as if he was so afraid of being forgotten that even if he gave up he just had to keep going. Felix hated himself for that. Gonzales hasn't been the best of his characters when he played Amnesia, yet him and Stephano had helped him the most of everyone keeping him calm and leading him out of all those custom stories. The hollowness in his eyes wasn't something he liked. Felix refused to look at the man because of that.

"I'm cold," Felix said.

"Boo hoo."

He sighed. The Swed should have guessed Gonzales wouldn't give in to something like that. Anything to get them to stop for a few minutes and give his friends time to catch up. Were try though? Had they followed them? Were they trying to help at all? Of course he knew Mr. Chair was making a fuss about this, but… he also knew that if Gonzales is armed then the others can't do anything without fear of getting hurt. And wounds at a time like this weren't something they wanted. Somehow Mr. Chair had survived this long after losing his leg… no idea how or if it were infected at all.

Felix stopped, waiting for the sword to poke him but it didn't happen. "I'm cold," he said louder.

A moment of quiet, and then Gonzales let out an agitated breath. "Fine. We'll find you something. There's always fucking button-up shirts lying around."

They came to another room with a bed and a dresser. Gonzales pulled open the drawers and threw a pair of pants at Felix followed by a shirt, both of them landing on his head. They were both dry and warm, damp feeling from being down here in the dark but they were so much dryer than what he had on and the damp feeling gave it a cozy sensation. The pants felt thick too so his wet boxers wouldn't be a problem.

Getting the clothing on; he was immediately warmer. Felix let out a sigh of relief but fear set in again as the point of Gonzales's blade about jammed him in the nose. "Get moving," he muttered and they were once again back in the halls. Not freezing anymore, the blonde was okay with this now. Maybe he could talk the other down… maybe.

"So you've been on your own?" Felix asked. "You've been doing good on your own. With all the monsters and stuff… Skully is doing good on his own… but I think he's crazy…"

"Of course that idiot is. It's not easy keeping sane in the dark. You think you see things and then you can't trust anything anymore." There was a falter in the man's steps. "It's not easy," he said again, quieter.

"So how've you survived? All the monsters… how have you been avoiding them?"

Gonzales shrugged. "Lucky. I haven't broken my sword. I'd been using it wisely… killing those damn barrels whenever I can. I don't know how Stephano has lived since he broke his sword."

"I don't know how any of you have…" His pace slowed. "Gonzales, I'm really sorry." Saying for the thousandth time and still with as much feeling as if it'd been the first, he turned his head and said it again. "I'm sorry for leaving you guys like that. It was all a game to me back then. I didn't know you guys were… real." The look in the man's eyes had Felix turn away suddenly. "I know it sounds fucking stupid and I'm a damn ass for it… but I made you guys with my imagination to help me with my damn fears so I… I mean… I didn't know you were…"

The bronze man spat in annoyance. "I get it. Shut the fuck up and keep walking."

He wasn't taking it. Being completely honest and Gonzales was ignoring him; mindlessly swatting him away like a gnat. Did he truly just hate the blonde that much now?

"You really hate me, don't you?" he voiced the thought.

No answer.

"…" All that came to his mind was 'I'm sorry' but how many times could he keep saying that and the words still hold the same meaning? Were they just sounds with no definition anymore? Foreign words not making the slightest sense to deaf ears? How could Felix get it through to this man that he still cared? Did he still care? Was all of this just to save his own skin?

Of course he fucking cared… Felix always did. Sure he never talked to them anymore, but of course he cared.

"Walk faster."

The voice shocked him and Felix picked up the pace. He had no idea where they were anymore. The floor under him was still solid; they were still in the same general area. Even if he could get away there was no way he'd find his way back. No light meant he couldn't see if they'd taken a route away from the main halls. Several doors did get opened on the way, but he had no way of knowing what doors. Felix was completely lost and in the lead of a dark path with only the sharp edge of a sword to deter him from walls or objects in the way.

Further into the darkness meant less of a chance of finding his way out… of seeing his friends again. Running away was almost certain death either by monster or by Gonzales's sword. He was completely trapped and no matter how he looked at it… he was dead. Gonzales was leading him to be eaten by the Bro, and running away would most certainly kill him. He could even get lost and die of starvation if he ran and got away. There was nothing he could do but march to his demise. Begging for his life seemed like the most logical thing to do and yet he felt horrible for doing that especially since he still valued Gonzales as a friend. At the same time, deep down, he hated the bronze man for wanting to hurt him.

He had nothing now. No friends… no hopes… just a heaping pile of nothing weighing down on his insides pushing nausea up to his lips forcing him to bite his tongue and keep down the little food left in his system. The sudden nausea also had him stop to gain composure as it was causing a sudden break down of emotions to bloom in his mind. Thinking of his own coming death at the hand of someone he had trusted so thoroughly had him completely sick to his stomach and the thoughts grew worse by the second, bursting in his mind to push out darker thoughts that he couldn't keep back. He could try and kill Gonzales. He could. He could grab that sword and try to hurt him with it… and if he couldn't move it… Felix could run himself through and end his life on his own terms.

Tears fell down his face, his hand coming up to wipe them moved to cover his mouth as he stopped vomit from flooding past his lips. Suicide was so pleasing to him that it forced him to his knees, sobbing loudly. He didn't like it. He didn't want to think about it. He continued to think about it… It wouldn't stop. Just turn around… grab the sword… and push into it… Simple at that… Hold your breath… it won't be that bad… like getting a shot… Hold your breath and it'll be over quickly… Just close your eyes and go to sleep…

"…PewDie…?" Gonzales's voice finally broke through. "…..?" He was giving the man a concerned look.

Felix stared back at him. His thoughts of suicide continued. The sword was visible there, shining with that amber glow of blood in the dark. It was there, but not threatening him anymore. Gonzales was watching him but the look on his was wasn't something like before. The concern there was real. His dark thoughts persisted still but drifted further into the recesses of my mind.

"Why the fuck are you crying?" Gonzales crossed his arms, glaring at him.

"I…" Felix was at a loss for what to say. Even if the suicidal thoughts pushed away further and further, they still held fresh to his mind and continued to pester him as his eyes kept moving from Gonzales's face to the blade. "I don't…"

The man knelt down beside him was something completely different from the one just seconds before. Something about him didn't seem the same anymore. "Cool it. Stop crying. You're an idiot but not a little bitch. So stop."

"Why do you care?" It came out hollow and much harsher than he'd wanted. Felix looked away, sniffling and finally wiping his eyes. Asking it had him realize how the others had felt. Again the sick feeling returned and with a sudden flash so did the dark thoughts. Another moment without interruption and Felix would have grabbed that sword and drove it through himself.

"Because." That was Gonzales's answer.

"What?" Felix looked his way again, eyes wide.

"Stop crying. Seriously. It's weird. I'm use to you being a whiny little idiot… not this. It's uncomfortable."

"But you…" The darkness ebbing into his thoughts vanished that fast. "You just said… you… you… that you care."

He didn't say anything then. Gonzales stood and pointed the sword at him. "Get the fuck up and keep walking."

Felix didn't move from his spot. "You don't hate me," he pushed.

"I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP AND KEEP MOVING BEFORE I MAKE A DAMN SHISKABOB OUT OF YOUR SWEDISH ASS!"

That had him flinch away. Then his heart stopped at the loud, way-too-close roar that followed the echo of Gonzales's voice through the hall. Just beyond the darkness came movement and the gasping roar of a creature.

Both men were frozen, watching the figure grow closer.

"MOVE!" Felix shrieked, jumping up and yanking the barely visible form of his bronze companion back the way they'd come. He gave a hard shove and followed behind the fleeing man, making sure to keep just behind him enough that he could see the other's clothes flapping against the damp air they pushed through in their haste.

The man took a sharp left and Felix followed, sliding and slamming into the wall before quickly catching up. Fingertips brushed against the oversized shirt he had on, a small tug threatening to grab him and yank him away from safety.

"Faster!" Felix begged, knowing full well he could run faster but wouldn't find his way in the dark.

With what seemed like it had to be forced, Gonzales picked up speed just enough that Felix moved out of the Suitor's outstretched fingers. The burst of speed didn't last long and Felix was suddenly at Gonzales's side. At this rate, he was going to be captured by the steel-necked monster.

"Left!" Gonzales shouted and they turned, Felix's shoulder hitting the wall when he turned too early.

The man was falling further behind. Felix grabbed onto his wrist finally and pulled him along, running faster. "Don't fucking give up yet!" They kept on with the creature right on their tail. It was hard to tell if the small jerks coming from the bronze man were the Suitor grabbing him or the statue about to trip. "COME ON!"

His thoughts raced. Perhaps Gonzales was tired? Somehow? They hadn't been doing anything particularly tiring other than walking. Was he always this slow? Maybe it was that. He couldn't be tired already and giving up now of all times wasn't something possible either. Gonzales had been going for this long, it didn't make sense that he'd give up now of all times.

They rounded another corner and this time the jerk was too strong and Felix lost his grip. A loud clang behind him told him the man fell. He turned around, stopping dead in his tracks. Gonzales had tripped on a small table, sword sliding across the floor to Felix's feet. At the edge of visibility came the shadow of the creature.

Felix grabbed up the sword and ran back, point straight ahead and hilt pressed to his abdomen. He made contact with the creature, blade to skin. The rim of the steel wheel around its neck also made contact with the side of Felix's jaw as the sword dove through the thing like butter. It caught on several bones on its trip through it, finally bursting through the creature with a loud, sickening sound of flesh and splatter of blood on the ground.

A rasping roar broke out to the halls. The monster pulled back from him, the sword leaving its body and clanging to the floor. Felix left the monster to whatever it was doing and turned his attention to the man still on the floor, looking up at him in shock.

"We need to run!" he shouted, not able to hear himself through the adrenalin pumping his heart. Felix grabbed up the sword and shoved it in Gonzales's hands. "NOW!"

A shake of his head and the man was up again and they ran back down the halls. As far as he knew, the creature wasn't chasing them anymore. Its roars echoed off into the distance and soon were just another of the sounds of the overwhelming emptiness.

They slowed, the halls becoming more familiar to him. Felix soon recognized the area and realized they had run back toward where he'd been with Mr. Chair and Piggeh.

"You fucking idiot!" Gonzales pinned him in the back of the head.

"OW! What the fuck!"

"You know those damn shits don't die! Why'd you do that?! You could have died!"

"So?! You were going to kill me anyway! Why would it matter?!"

"BECAUSE YOU SAVED MY DAMN LIFE, IDIOT!"

The Swed rubbed the sore spot on his head not knowing what to say.

"Why'd you have to go do that?!"

"Why wouldn't I..?" Felix asked, dumbfounded. "Like I fucking told you earlier… I care about your guys. I'm not going to let you die like that."

"Then how?!"

"Huh?"

"'Like that'?! Then how?!" Gonzales was hysterical, swaying where he stood and finally leaning on the wall for support. "DAMMIT! HOW?!"

"I didn't mean like that! God… Chill out. I don't want you guys to die in any way. You're my friends. I don't want any of you trapped here anymore." Felix let his fingers run down the back of his head to scratch his neck. "I don't know how but I'll find a way to help you guys out when we get out of here."

He stared back at the other, eyes wide.

"PewDie!" a familiar voice called out and Felix's heart raced with joy. The gold form was between him and Gonzales. "You okay?" Stephano asked.

"Stephano!" Felix jumped on the other's back. "You're here! Where were you?"

"Now you know how I felt when the Bro would kill you…" He shook the other off, not turning from his brother. "Glad you're okay too," the blonde said back to him.

"PewDie…!" Mr. Chair had run over, he stood back seeing Gonzales however.

"Hey, brother."

Gonzales growled. "Why not be a damn weeaboo like him, Onii-san?" His sword reflected light from the lantern Piggeh had at his side.

Felix pushed from behind him and got between the two. "Stop. We're cool now."

Stephano's eyes were drawn down and he blinked several times. "You're hurt!" His brother now forgotten, the gold man grabbed his friend and opened up the buttoned shirt. The blood had been from when he'd stabbed the Suitor – Felix had forgotten about that blood already.

"I'm fine. It's not mine." He closed the shirt regretting it when the wet fabric stuck to his skin. "Gonzales almost died. I helped him. We're cool now."

Stephano looked over his shoulder to his brother, still seemingly struggling with his emotions.

"We're cool." Felix gently pushed Stephano back. "We're cool," he said again getting tired of saying it already. "Right, Gonzales?"

After some moments, he nodded but didn't step away from the wall or lower his sword. It still stood, shaking and dripping with blood.

When Stephano nodded, Felix sighed in relief. "Good. Now we're all cool, right?"

Piggeh snorted. He muttered something just under his breath and crossed his arms, the light flickering with the movement.

"Good. Now then, can we please get the fuck out of here before the Suitor finds us? He's still back there and probably really pissed at me."