"Pewdipie here on the sidelines of the most epic futbol match ever!" Felix called into the small portable camera he brought. Chairle was beside him as they commentated on our match. Jennifer and Martin were quite the duo, and the score was 3-1.
"This is truly a great spectacle. Jennifer and Martin seem to be unstoppable!" Chairle called, making me and Gris look at him strangely.
"Whose side are you on?!" I yelled to Chairle, who looked a bit embarrassed.
"Not yours!" He called back. I rolled my eyes and dribbled down the field.
"There goes Stephano down the field. He is running with a vengeance. Side note; look at dat ass," Felix called as I ran. I almost stopped at his last comment, and the falter was enough to give Jennifer an opening to snatch the ball away. I growled and sprinted and slide kicked the ball from her. The ball sailed through the air, right to the sidelines. Felix ducked, but Chairle wasn't fast enough, and caught the ball to the face.
"Sorry Chairle!" I called, feelin
Jennifer and I faced each other, glare and smirks on our faces.
"You're going down," I growled, my foot resting on the ball.
"We can't play without goal keepers," she said, standing straight and looking at me.
"Fair enough," I responded, looking at our small crowd.
"I'll take Martin," Jennifer voice, pointing to the hooded man. He nodded and jogged over to the goal.
"Felix, help a bro out," I called. Felix laughed as though I made a joke.
"You've never seen me play sports, have you? I'd say you're better off by yourself. I raised an eyebrow at him, and was about to speak when I heard a voice call behind me;
"I got you bro." I whipped around to see Gris and Chairle walking hand in hand toward us. My eye twitched as Gris kissed Chairle's cheek and jogged to my goal.
"Fine," I sighed, planning on taking my anger out on the ball. "Any rules?"
"Like you'd follow them if there were any," she muttered, assuring me that all I had to do was get the ball in the goal. I smirked as I kicked the ba
Lost...Chapter one: *BANG BANG* Jennifer?I woke up suddenly, consumed by the darkness. Fearful tears flooding my eyes making it harder to focus on the only thing in the darkness. I drifted towards it...closer...it was a mirror! I looked at the tears staining my face deeply. My long, curly, brown hair shrouded my face. I looked at the fear echoing in my deep hazel eyes piercing my soul. I was pale although my skin is usually tan. Suddenly the mirror in front of me broke into many pieces flying at me cutting my skin as I began to fall the pain was too much. "HELP MEEEE!!!!!" I screamed as I fell further and further into the darkness...
I woke up suddenly I looked at my shaky hands...there was no more blood but somehow I still felt the deep pain. I looked around sitting up slowly to observe. I looked down at myself first noticing I wasn't wearing pants...I blushed at least I was wearing undergarments... I looked at the large purple shirt that said the word PINK in all caps. Colorblind shirt I thought as I tried to stand up on my
Ara (Ib fanfic) Chapter 1 : Like a Nightmare..."I DON'T EVEN WANT TO GO TO THE ART GALLERY!" I argued with my mom who retorted "Ara you are only sixteen you don't get to make decisions for two more years!" I growled and cursed under my breath gazing out the window at the scenery. The car was silent until we got to the art gallery. I had been thinking about when dad died and then that horrible woman he married was all I had left. I had no boyfriend, aunt, uncle, grandparents, or other relatives. She didn't even call me by my real name which was Aradia (pronounced: A-RAY-D-uh) she just calls me Ara. I don't mind it but she seems to hiss it like I'm some disgusting creature. Finally we where at the art galley. Guertena's art gallery anyways but I didn't care I just wanted to go home and punch my pillow like my therapist told me to. When we got into the art gallery and signed in I walked out. "Frick off mom! I'm gonna go look around by myself!" she seemed to snarl "Fine. But when you come back I hope you know how to treat your mother!"
We followed the sound until we were faced with three large rocks, forming a half circle around a huge cliff. I peered over the rocks, Felix right behind me. The color drained from my face as I observed Chairle and Gris having heated (and surprisingly quiet) sex on the rocks. I hand flew over my eyes and I groaned.
"Why do I always have to see stuff like this?!" I yelled angrily, kicking the sand.
"Oh hi guys " Gris greeted almost sounding embarrassed. I help up the hand that wasn't covering my eyes.
"Don't. Even. Speak. To. Me," I growled angrily, walking away from the two. I heard Felix chuckle behind me, and simply shook my head at him.
"C'mon Stephano, no harm done, right?" he asked, keeping his pace with mine, a large grin on his face.
"I never wanted to see that much of either of them, ever," I grumbled, trying to keep the image away from my brain. He laughed again, the soothing sound draining a bit of my anger away.
"I know you didn't, I didn't either, but these things
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"Hmm. A level centered around you, Stephano? I guess that's pretty cool," Pewdie said, picking me up.
"Why do you sound surprised Pewdie? Your fans love me!" I shouted with a laugh. To our right we heard a door breaking. Pewdie looked with fear to see a Bro shuffling toward us. He sprinted into a room, closed the door, and set me on a desk. He began looting as quietly as he could. The Bro may not have known we were there, but he would soon.
There it is. He always makes noises. I could hear the Bro coming toward the room we were in. Pewdie freaked out and hid in a closet. There was a happy gasp and a quiet shout of 'PIGGEH!' just as the Bro broke the door, Pewdie dropped Piggeh and the doors of the closet opened. He screamed and grabbed me before sprinting out of the room.
"I always tell you not to make noise! But do you ever listen?" I shouted at the scared Swede. He turned around to see the Bro right behind him. He screamed again and ran into a dead end.
"Oh shit, oh shit, oh s
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He picked me up in his left hand, still holding his lantern in his right. We walked along the corridors for some time until we came to a room filled with barrels.
"Aw, aw, aw. Really?" Pewdie whined, backing out of the room a little further.
"Pewdie, I know you don't like barrels. I don't like them either, but I'll check if it's safe," I offered, my brave nature taking over.
"Are you sure Stephano?"
"Of course I'm sure! I am Stephano!" I yelled. Pewdie nodded and tossed me into the room. I slid into a barrel, causing the one atop it to fall on me.
"Ow! Fahking barrels But it's safe," I called to him. He gingerly walked into the room. To both of our surprise nothing bad happened. He picked me up, throwing the barrel that fell on me to the side.
"I'm gunna' set you outside Stephano, while I teach these barrels not to fall on my bro," he said turning around. Of course when he did the door shut and all of those dastardly barrels fell on us. Pewdie screamed, but quickly calmed down.
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I was always there, always waiting.
Waiting for him.
Waiting for him to find me. Whether he was running and screaming, or calmly looting around the room. He would always find me; even if it took a while. He would come by, shout my name in excitement, and pick me up.
I remember how he found me, gave me a name, a purpose, and fans of my own. I waited for him. Always waited to guide him through corridors and fight the Bros. But one day, he never came by where I was waiting. I began to worry, but merely blamed his short attention span. I waited.
But still he never came. Never came to shout my name, pick me up, and let me guide him. I sat there thinking of reasons why he wouldn't come; he could be busy, or too scared to play. Maybe he just got bored with Amnesia. I dismissed all these possibilities' and continued to wait. One day as I waited, I was teleported to a different Custom Story. I was facing the door, lantern and oil by my side.
Not long after I was teleported, he dropp
Dark Chapter 4: Piggeh ProblemsI tried to shake the thought from my head while I was sleeping. No No love is a weakness it hurts people and is a horrible thing I told myself before drifting off into a much needed sleep. I woke in a dream but I was still in a bed strange I thought. I hopped up from the bed and began floating lightly instead of walking. I looked down a long dark corridor with a light at the end "Well It's just a dream right?" I walked down it cautiously as a voice began to whisper to me "You know you love him..." I began to argue with it "I-I do not! Love is a weakness! I can never love!" "He is your soul mate..." Anger boiled up inside me because I was trying to deny something I couldn't "Look leave me alone!" I screamed running but seeming to get no closer to the door. I looked down as I panted hearing the voice get closer "Let you heart decide." "NO!" I retorted before looking up again. I was startled I was at the door now as it opened by itself. A blinding light shone through to the darkness and S