My Love For A Statue (Gonzales x Reader)

Chapter 3

Last Chapter Recap:

I grabbed my sword, pulled it out of the scabbard, and held the tip of the sword against ____'s neck. I heard a familiar voice in the hallway. It was my brother, Stephano...

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-?'s P.O.V-

"Oh no..." I thought to myself. "That stupid brother of mine is going to ruin everything..." I turned back towards ____. She looked at the door and sighed in what seemed to be relief. "No...She's not turning to the Bro Army...I'm not letting her." I dropped my sword and let it clang to the ground.

-My P.O.V-

There was a voice outside. "They seem nice! Hopefully, they don't try to kill me like this douchebag over here." I glared at my new enemy out of the corner of my eye. I looked back at the door, my hands up in surrender. There was a loud clang. I looked torwards where the noise came from. Mr. Bronze (Nice nickname, right?) dropped his sword. A smile tugged at the edge of my lips.

"You got butterfingers? Sucks for you." Before he could pick up his sword, I levitated it towards me and dropped it in my hands. The tables were turned on this one. Now, he was the one vulnerable. "It was a bad idea teaching me this, huh?" He didn't respond. "I take that as a yes." Just at that moment, a man barged into the room.

"Stop whatever you are doing! Any barrels will die instantly!" Yelled a man with a strong French accent. My head snapped into the direction of the voice. I swung the sword in that direction. Once I saw who it was, my eyes widened. It was a man covered in gold! Plain gold! Were him and that bronze guy related? Another man ran through the door.

"Freeze! Nobody fucking move! I have a hammer!" This guy had a Swedish accent, lime green headphones, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, stubble on his chin, a 'Brofist' shirt, jeans and sneakers on. He had a strange resemblance to...

"What the hell?! FELIX?!" I yelled, almost dropping the sword. He snapped his head in my direction. He was almost as shocked as I was.

"_____?! Holy ducks!(I meant to put ducks, btw) What are you doing here?!" He flailed his arms around. He seems so different from when I see him around the neighborhood. Usually he's quiet and sometimes shy. Why is acting like this? So...Childish. In a good way, of course!

"I-I should be asking you the same!" A smile made it's way onto my face. Maybe he'll have some answers that I desperately need.

-?'s P.O.V-

While they're having their little "reunion", now is my time to escape. I quickly and silently walked towards the window and slipped my foot through it. My foot scrapped against the stone wall, making a noise.

"Shit..." I cursed under my breath. I wanted to make as little noise as possible! This always happens! Stephano looked towards the window, glaring at me. Then, he turned away. "What?" I thought. "Is he letting me escape?" I made the best of my opportunity and placed my hands on the window sill for support.

-My P.O.V-

I was about to ask Felix more questions, before I was interrupted.

"I hate to interrupt your 'reunion', but our prisoner seems to be escaping." The golden man said, pointing toward the window. Both Felix and I stopped talking instantly and looked at the window. There on the window sill, was a pair of bronze fingers, slowly slipping off. We all ran towards the window, just as the fingers slipped off. I gasped slightly, surprised that he let go. Noticing that I could see the top of the trees, I knew we were high up. Maybe four or five stories. There's no way he could have survived that fall. I looked down to expect blood on the ground, but saw nothing. Felix banged his fists against the window sill.

"Dammit! Another barrel got away! I'm sick of their fucking shit!" He walked toward the drawer full of torsos. A look of confusion exchanged the anger on his face. "What's with all of the fucking torsos everywhere?" He poked one of them with a stick he found on the floor. I walked towards him.

"My fault. I put those there." I shifted the weight between my feet, waddling in place. He looked at me with disgust.

"You touched these things?" He shuddered at the clear thought of touching them. I laughed.

"Of course not! Those things smell like a horse's ass!" He started laughing with me. "Oh! I dare you to touch one with your bare hands!" He stopped laughing and just stared at me in shock.

"Are you fucking kidding me?! I'm not touching one of those!" He backed away from the desk. I pulled out a 20 dollar bill out of my pocket.

"I'll pay you 20 bucks, on the spot." He tried grabbing it, but I yanked it out of his reach. "Only, and only, if you touch one." I smiled. I could get used to this.

"Fuck yeah!" Within 2 seconds, he already had one of them in his hands! I laughed and backed away, slightly disturbed. "I did it!" He walked towards me with it. He changed the pitch of his voice to sound higher, but failed, making his voice crack. "Love me,___! Kiss me!" He chased me with it.

"Felix! Stop fucking around! Put that thing away!" I swung the sword towards it, slicing it in half.

"Whoa! Nice shot!" He started laughing again, throwing the torso back into the open closet. He wiped his hand onto a cloth that was on the floor.

"Someone could have wiped their ass on that! You could have shit all on your hand!" I started putting the rest of the torsos back into the closet. He looked down at his hand and shrugged.

"Huh...I always knew I was to be called Shithand!" We both started laughing and rolling on the floor. We were soon interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Way to ruin the fun...

-Stephano's P.O.V-

"Why am I always surrounded by idiots all the time?" I mumbled to myself. "Pewdie...____...We have things to do that are more important than this!" I said, leaning against the wall. They ignored me. "Pewds!____! Compose yourselves, immediately!" They ignored me again. I could feel the aggravation rising in me. "Hey! You guys!" They still ignored me, even thought I called them 3 times already. I cleared my throat while they were laughing, hoping that would do something. Finally, they shut up. I sighed. One day, they're idiocy is going to kill them...

-My P.O.V-

I stopped laughing and looked over at the gold guy.

"What do you want, Goldie?"(These nicknames suck, I know...) He glared at me.

"One, my name is Stephano, not Goldie. Two, you and Pewdie need to stop laughing and get yourselves together. We have things to discuss." I narrowed my eyes in confusion.

"Okay, who's Pew-?" Before I could finish, Felix interrupted me.

"Sorry. I didn't fully introduce myself." He got up and held out his fist. "H-H-How's it going bro! My name, is PEEEWDIEPIIIE!!" I gave him a 'brofist' and sat on the floor, crossing my legs. There's one question out of the way. There's still more to go...

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How was the chapter? Was it good? Did it suck? What? I can't hear you! Speak up! Fuck it... Just tell me in the comments. I decided to cut this short because:

1) I'm slowly losing my sanity from staring into words for 3 hours.

2) I'm kind of out of ideas... (-_-;) help meh plez...

3) It's 12:54 in the morning and I needs some sleep...

That's about it! I hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to comment, vote, and share for the sake of human torsos!

Update: You guys are going to have some feels in the next chapter.

Be prepared, my little statues

-The Mistress Of Statues