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Stephano's Mission Chapter one: PEWDIE YOU IDIOT!"AHH! PEWDIE YOU IDIOT!" I yelled, rubbing the new wound on my head. "Sorry Stephano. Hey look laudnanananananananan Sing it with me Stephano!" I sung it dully "Ladnananananan" After that he found the machine room key. That's when the moaning started...The bro came out of no where and was chasing us! Pewdie was squeezing me to hard for me to change into my human form. I screamed "LEFT! YOU IDIOT!" he just wailed like a little girl and dropped me. He desperately tried to get the key when the bro captured him and ran off! I was to weak to react in time from Pewdie squeezing me so hard and dropping me. I'm used to it but for some reason I was weaker...I blacked out.
I woke up in a room. Next to me a lantern and a note. I changed into my human form and read the note.
Your precious Pewdiepie is with us now! You know what we want Stephano. And you will give it to us if you want Pewdie alive.
Your old friends,
I made a dissatisfied face and sighed. I l
Stephano's Mission Chapter two: Adventure awaitsPewdie woke up dazed and confused. His head felt cloudy and was throbbing with pain. Suddenly he realized he was in Amnesia and glanced around at the walls and the iron bars. He whispered "Please come soon Stephano...I'm scared" tears filled his eyes as Pewdie tried to hug the iron bars. He was full of hopelessness the bro was very powerful and Pewdie had hardly ever seen Stephano actually fight. He sobbed quietly....
I felt something was wrong when I thought Pewdie. "Come one Mr.Share we must hurry! Pewdie is in trouble!" Mr.Chair looked confused "How do you know?" I screamed feeling horrible in side for keeping him waiting "I JUST DO COME ON MR.SHARE!!!" My anger boiled and turned into faint tears. I held them back though...Mr.Chair will NOT see me cry. I yanked his wrist in the direction I was running. He was startled at first but the joined me and we ran. We stopped at the machine room. I was surprised when Mr.Chair slammed into me at full speed. I face planted into the door. "YOU
Genghis Whenever we were bad my mother used to take us to the mall to see Genghis Kahn. They kept him in a dusty diorama of a Mongolian steppe, all tall grass and yurts. He sat on a throne of bone (well, plastic shaped like bone), scowling in incomprehension at the American kids who flocked around him like startled lemmings. My mother would usually push us toward him, saying things like “Tell him what you did to your father’s stamp collection.” Genghis would give a grunt, spit a wad of phlegm onto the tall grass, and give us a wizened, wrinkled grimace, as if he had to go to the bathroom.
He terrified me.
My brother couldn’t get enough of him.
When my brother got caught in my mother’s evening dress, my mother grabbed us both and dragged us to Genghis. It was a slow day, and we were the only kids crowding him. “Tell him what you did,” my mother hissed a
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