I am quickly scrolling through the Youtube comments of my latest video. I sigh as the list just kept getting longer and longer full of the same comments. More Amnesia. I have not done an Amnesia video in a while so it makes sense that the bros want another video. I close the web page and grumble. It is not like I hate the game, I just hate the scares. I hate not knowing where the next scare would be or where those goddamned bros or teleporting naked guys are. I look at the time. Dammit. It is not even 22:00 yet. I sigh again as I run my hands through my blonde hair. I still have time for a video. I grab my camera and my headphones. Might as well get it over with. I pull on my iconic headphones and set up my reaction camera. I close Youtube and clicked on Amnesia. I sighed once again as I remember that I was in the middle of another mod. I don't even remember the name of it. I turn on my camera and start playing.
"Welcome the fuck back to some more Amnesia," I do not sound enthusiastic. I sound tired and bored. I remember the reason why I had never finished this mod. This mod has so many bugs in it. I have to look for a key to move on, and the key is nowhere to be found. I am so pissed. I decide just to give up, and move onto a new mod. I move onto the home screen and quickly look at the mods. There is a new one, called Abduction. I click on it. A thought pops up in my head. It was not there when I started the buggy mod, and I have not done an update. I ignore these thoughts as the mod starts with a bang (literally).
"Holy shit," I say at the start of the mod. I quickly loot the room and make my way to the next section.
"Downstairs...sounds alright. I mean, it can't be that bad," I say. I have a confidence that soon starts depleting the farther in I get into this mod. The creepy atmosphere of the game is not helping. I make my way to Food Storage. The first thing that I think is: Oh god I hate storages. I see the mice, and feel comforted.
"Hello. I want to cuddle with you...HIAH!" I crush the mice with boxes, but they won't die.
"I hate mice," I say, then continue crushing the mice. Suddenly, dramatic music comes up and all of the lights go out.
"WHOA, whoa, whoa, whoa," My heart jumps out of my chest and I move away from the mice. Bad idea. I come to a door and a bro comes out of the doorway. I scream and run to the next door. Right as I reach the other door, the bro attacks me and I scream louder.
"You cannot die...yet..." says the game. Great. I really hope I do not have to restart. The game re spawns and I am in a jail cell, just like in the Dark Decent. I do some perverted things before I decide to get out of the cell. It takes a while to figure out how to get out of the cell and when I do I am almost immediately in what I think is trouble. I go to the sacrifice table in the middle of the room and I hear a high pitch scream and my Amnesia reflexes kick in. I automatically go to a corner and hide.
"It wasn't me it was the barrels," I say. I start throwing barrels out, as if to prove it. Sensing no danger, I withdraw from my hiding spot regaining my dignity.
"Sorry, barrels, I did not mean it." Of course I get no response, but in the silence I feel as if the barrels are staring at me unforgiving. I shake it off as I investigate the room further, looting and searching for a way out. As I search, I find an old friend, Skully. I voice him in a french accent as I speak to him. As usual I am humored by an inappropriately placed naked man, but quickly move on, leaving the dungeon and Skully behind.
I reach a corridor with two path ways. I do a famous swedish rhyme to decide the way, and recall upon a request to do the opposite of my desision. I do this, going down a corridor provided with lots of things to loot. I am pleased by this and make progress very quickly.
I am very confident with my progress until I reach a room that has a cage in it. I break the lock as the high pitched noise comes, signaling the bro's arrival.
"Ahhhhhh. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go," I say as I struggle to open the cage door to safety. The bro arrives just as I close the door and I panic to find a hiding spot.
"Oh fuck. Fuck. It was the barrels, see? See?" I panic as I throw barrels around as the bro comes closer. I don't want to give away my location, but he is just so sexy! I play along with the joke I have with my bros, as I completely ignore the fact that if I stare at him too long, he will see me. The truth is though, they terrify me. They are my least favorite horror character, and if I would have to face them in real life, I would do anything to avoid that. I stare at him too long, but look away just in time. I turn around and loot what ever else I can find, and get into the one light in the cell. I end up touching acid, and throw a barrel in response. By a coincidence, the bro finds me again, and I duck down.
"Barrel! You blew my cover! You stupid traitor." I hide behind the barrel of acid, luckily in the light. I hate it when the character goes insane. Just having no control, and feeling defeated, just frustrates me.
"I don't think he can come in here though," I say as I come out from my hiding spot and out into the open. I take a quick glance at the bro, but then the music starts again and he comes for me.
"Come on, I barely looked at you," I mumble in frustration at the game. I move the character to find a hiding spot to wait for the bro to stop hunting for me. But this time it does not stop.
"Please tell me he can't get in here." I quickly eat my words as the bro comes right outside my spot of the cage and I run toward the light in the cage again.
"Ahhhh-ah-ah-ah-ahhh-ha-ha-ha. You sneaky devil... Holy... take the potatoes, I don't even want them." I throw a bag of something in the bro's general direction, and then another.
"You know what, lets not even look at him." I move away from the light and go in a corner to hide. The music keeps on playing though.
"I am not even looking at him! Oh, wait, he is looking at me, of course." I keep moving away from him, trying to keep him away. I get in a corner as the bro opens the door to the cage.
"Ah!" I move a barrel in front of me,"Barrels, please. I'm fucked, I'm fucked, I'm fucked." I look away from him and camp in the corner.
"What? Did the barrels? I'm sorry, I'm just here in the corner." As if the bro could actually here me, I think to myself. I give up all hope and look at him again, and as I do, my character collapses on the ground.
"And now I am insane, fucking great." I keep on playing for a while like this, until I meet something that will forever change this game. Stephano. A golden statue kneeling with a sword. He too has a french accent, and he greeted me in his unique way.
"Hellos, I am Stephano." He showed me the way around the castle, but ended up failing. I abandon him, but soon realize that I need him more than ever now. I keep playing for over an hour and finally decide to get some rest. I'll edit in the morning, I think as I head off to bed. That night, horrid dreams of bros and Stephano haunt my night.
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From Bros to Brennenburg (a Pewdiepie fanfic)
FanfictionFelix, or known as PewDiePie on Youtube, is a growing Youtube star with a passion for horror games. As he finally plays another game of Amnesia, his fans rejoice, but not so much himself. Strange things happened while he was playing, and Felix is no...