I must be crazy (A Pewdiepie fanfiction!!!)

Chapter 3

I, happily, walked down the hall, singing. I had successfully escaped the perverted pig man. But I had gotten lost, too. Not like I knew where I was in the first place. I hadn't walked very far till I saw a door. I stopped in front of it. Though, before opening the door I could have sworn I heard something but I shrugged it off.

I opened the door and froze. I saw another group of dead bodies and a bunch of barrels. I shut my eyes to block the scarring scene and muttered," Barrels and dead bodies." Then a low inhuman growl came from my right. My eyes shot open and I spun to the left to run away. One thing though.

The perv and his friends were just standing there staring at me. How totally non-creepy that is. "Dead guys and barrels it is then," I said and quickly went into the room. Suddenly, a naked guy popped up in front of me screaming and then disappeared. I don't think I screamed so loud ever in my life.

Oh, I think I forgot to mention I have asthma. Well I do. So moments like this cause me to have an asthma attack. Now you see why I want to get out of here so bad? Not really good for my health; and the genius who brought me here forgot my inhaler!

I felt someone grab my hand and pull me after them. I couldn't run but no matter how hard I tried to pull my hand out of their grip, they wouldn't let go. "S-stop," I croaked out. Air! I need air! They didn't listen. "Please," I begged, my voice hoarse. "We can not stop," a man with a heavy french accent said.

My lungs felt like they were on fire. I needed them to stop. "I work for that creature," I screamed. It was the first thing that popped into my head. That got them to stop. "What," I heard the prev asked in disbelief. I ignored him taking in sharp quick breaths. I was shoved up against the wall by... a golden guy?

"You work for the barrels," he asked in a french accent, cutting off the last of the little air I had access to. "No. I just... needed an ex-excuse to get you... to s-stop r-running becau-" I couldn't finish because  I couldn't breath any more. "What's wrong," the guy with the headphones asked in a worried tone. The golden man let go of me. 

I scratched at my neck trying to stuck in the precious air I so desperately needed. I stumbled forwards a little before falling to my knees. I felt someone beside me. My head was tilted back as something cold and sweet slid down my throat. Breathing became easier again but my vision faded away. 

Sorry it's a short chapter. I'll update soon. Hoped you enjoyed this! So till then PEACE! Oh and *Brofist*

                                                                                         ~ Holo