Pewdiefic: Ellos Pewdie, I waited for you.

Summary: A short post with a personified Stephano and Mr.Chair in the amnesia world, and how they're dealing with being forgotten by our favourite youtuber Pewdiepie.

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Schk.

The flint screeched against the golden blade, sharpening its dulled edge. The piercing sound echoed down the hallway, announcing life that had been dormant for so long.

Schk.

The blade itself was beautiful, and glinted like the sun in the flickering torchlight, the worn handle a perfect fit in the wielder's hand. Yet as he honed the sword, his matching golden eyes traced its intricate shape and a feeling of sadness settled over the him.

Schk.

It had once been the most feared weapon of all the lands. Slashing down all that stood in its way to protect those the user most cared about. It had seen plenty of action and was unrivalled in power and loyalty. Many would wonder who would be stupid enough to let such a useful sword become dull.

Schk.

But there was a simple answer. It was because, like all that lived in the castle, it had outlived its purpose. Or its purpose had outgrown the need for such protection. It had become nothing more then an another forgotten relic in a ruin.

Scccccchk.

With one final scrape, the golden man placed the flint down and held the sword up, testing its weight and balance. With a swish, he sliced the sword through the air and heard an appropriate whistle. A small, tired smile crept onto his lips as he slashed again and again through the air, his arm remembering the blurs of gold it used to weave while cutting down the grunts of the castle.

"I haven't heard that sound in a while."

The unexpected comment made the golden man pivot suddenly, holding the golden blade up to the figure who had approached from behind. Despite having spent so long in its sheath, the golden blade had naturally become just a sharp extension of the wielder's arm, and with such control it had come to rest lightly on the other man's throat, who fell back in fear only moments after he felt its soft touch. The man's glasses fell off his face as he landed, his green hat slipping slightly over his face as he began to stutter.

"D-Don't hurt me! It's me! Mr. C-Chair. I-I didn't mean to s-surprise you S-St-Stephano!"

The so called 'Stephano' frowned in reply to his frightened friend and slid the sword back into its sheath with a click. Bending down, he scooped up the glasses that had clattered across the ground and handed them back to the fallen man, who gratefully took them with a nod. Picking himself up, Mr.Chair straightened his messy brown hair, adjusted his green hat and dusted himself down before finally feeling orderly, and ready to turn his attention back to his golden cloaked friend. Said golden  friend watched this little ritual with bemusement, quite used to the green clad man's quirks.

"So what's the occasion for sharpening your sword?"

The Chair inquired, his curious gaze settling on the hilt of the now sheathed sword. A little faster then he intended, Stephano placed his hand over the sword hilt, blocking his friend's gaze from the sharpened weapon.

"No reason. I merely thought it was good to stay prepared."

"Prepared for what? Nothing happens in this place these days." Mr.Chair replied, narrowing his eyes at the answer, and crossed his arms as he leant against the nearest wall.

Stephano ignored the suspicious gaze the brown eyed figure was currently casting on him, and instead tried to redirect the conversation.

"So what brought you to this part of the castle Mr.Chair?"

"You, of course. Making a sound like that, you probably attracted what life is left in this world.

They both cast their gaze away from each other, both feeling sickened at how dead this castle had become. Not even the grunts wandered around the corridors any more, and you were considered lucky to even catch a barrel skulking in the shadows. Neither bro wanted to admit it, but both knew it wouldn't be long till this place was completely forgotten about. And when a world given such life and stories was forgotten, so were all who were attached to it. Yet, they still clung onto a hope that their first bro, he who came to their world with nothing more then a lantern and a grin, would eventually return, to bring back the life they were slowly losing.

Stephano was the first to look up, his golden gaze holding an indeterminable feeling, the statue equally leaning on a wall before muttering.

"Seen any of the others lately?"

The green vested man looked up at the question, wondering whether he was serious. But as their eyes met, he could tell that the golden bro was genuinely concerned for once. Mr.Chair guessed the golden man hadn't really seen any of them for a while. Or at least had chosen not to. He'd certainly done well to avoid them if he hadn't been trying, since this was the first time in a while that even the green vested man had seen Stephano.

"Yes, I've seen them. But if you're asking how they are, it would probably be best if you saw them yourself."

The brown haired man replied, an uncomfortable resentment settling into his gaze as he stared at the golden man who raised a brow in question to the vague answer. With the prompt, the young man tried to think of what to say, knowing bitterly that the man opposite probably wouldn't seek out the others to check.

He knew not to blame Stephano for his coldness. He had been the closest to Pewdiepie and was the most frustrated with being left to die in this place, though they all were to some degree. But his way of dealing with this frustration was going off alone, leaving the rest of them, when they had relied on him so heavily, to fend for themselves. It had been Mr.Chair to mostly support the others while the golden man went to sulk, so the brown haired man couldn't help but feel a little resentment towards him.

"Skully, Jen, even the bros are .. well like you predicted. I mean, I see them moving less and less these past weeks, some days they don't even twitch. It's like you said when they first began complaining they felt tired."

It felt like such a long time ago, and yet the shock and pain he had felt that day was still as fresh as if it had happened yesterday. They had still been a team back then. All working together to keep up spirits and wait for their bro's return. That was why when Jen, Skully, heck all of them had started feeling tired and a few began to complain about it, Stephano had been near enough to hear and had quickly got tired of it. Mr.Chair had tried to tell the others to just bear it, but Piggeh had pushed it a step too far by mentioning Pewdiepie and the golden man had exploded the truth onto them.

Quite literally he had grabbed the lovable pink pig by the collar, lifted him and shouted that they were dying thank to a 'selfish player who cared for them as much as he cared for money or trolls'. The furious golden figure continued to explain how each of them would slowly but eventually become inanimate beings who lost all sense of purpose or personality before we and this world faded out of existence. All that we were, gone forever.

Before he finished telling them who would be first to 'die' if they didn't shut up, Mr.Chair had worked up the courage to punch Stephano, who in turn released Piggeh, looking almost shocked with himself until he stormed off. The others had began to panic, of course, and Mr.Chair was the one who had to take control. He still hadn't truly forgiven the statue for that. No matter how angry he was at Pewdie, there was no need to scare the others to the point of tears.

Even Mr.Chair was scared, heck he was known for being the timid one of their group, and he did feel tired from time to time, but it seemed he wasn't completely forgotten yet, as he still had the strength to move and keep to his character. Well as best as he could, while being strained to look after the others as they slowly lost themselves. Narrowing his eyes now, he couldn't bear to look at the golden man who had hurt his other best bro, not caring if he didn't want to know.

"Piggeh... hasn't taken to any of this well... You didn't help. When he's not blanking out, or hugging me tightly in fear of blanking out again, he's just.. muttering.. obsessively."

"Muttering?"

"To a point that the others, when they're lucid, are getting scared of him."

"What's he muttering about?"

Mr.Chair didn't really want to answer, but as the golden man had asked.

"About... 'him'... You know how much he loved our bro. I think to cling to his personality, he's clinging to 'him', even if it's just in his mind."

Stephano seemed slightly perturbed at this answer, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword. Mr.Chair couldn't blame him, Piggeh did creep him out these days. Of course he didn't have the freedom to avoid this problem, instead he had to comfort the slightly deranged pig. He wasn't going to recount what the injured pig was muttering either, since it made the chair unnerved to just hear him. If Pewdie did return, well the chair felt he would need to restrain Piggeh from clinging to his leg the whole time. Or worst.

An uncomfortable silence settled between the two, neither attempting to recover their short lived conversation.  

"Well I better get going."

"Going? Where is there to go?"

Mr.Chair asked, a little irritated that the golden figure was already feeling the need to leave. The least he could do was apologize for that day. But no, the golden man was already walking out the room, before hesitating on the door way. Instead of answering the question, he glanced back with a gaze that almost seemed conflicted and asked.

"If you could save the others from this, you would do.. anything right?"

"Anything? I'd do whatever it took to save our bros! I'd... even kill myself if it helped."

Mr.Chair replied bravely, his care for the others stronger than any self preservation. He was just a chair after all. However the suspicious feeling was now surging back as Stephano seemed to smile at this answer, his hand still on the hilt of the sword.

"Thank you Mr.Chair. Now if you'll excuse me."

Before the brown  haired man could stop him, the cloaked man slipped around the corner, making no sound as he disappeared into the shadows of the castle.

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I might do more, or leave this as just a post on its own. It was a sort idea I had struck in my head, and as much as I wanted to write the other story, I wanted to write my take on Stephano and Mr.Chair <3