Reality's Game Amnesia: Cry and Pewds' story.

Pewdie and Stephano

Pewds stared at Mr. Chair.

"That's impossible! Stephano wouldn't hurt anyone!" He listened to the Chair's story, not believing it. "I want to hear it from him myself! Where is he?"

"I dunno. We haven't seen him for weeks... Last I heard, he went off with his brother and the barrels."

Pewds growled softly. "Those damn BARRELS!" He yelled before Mr. Chair covered his mouth, the thin male trembling. "Quiet..."

Pewds huffed and moved away, clearly upset. "Fine.. I'll listen to the whole story again. Those barrels... How could they mess with Stephano?" Anger rose in his tone.

Mr. Chair grabbed his hand. "Follow me." He squeaked, looking around nervously.

Pewds sighed and calmed down, following the chair into a room near where they were standing, not feeling safe anywhere anymore.

Brennanburg was no longer a haven for the objects.

Nearby, a statue listened to them talking, echoing it to one in the area of a large group in a dark room.

"So he's here~" A deep voice said.

"I want to torture him then tear out his organs one by one." A French voice said.

"Not just yet, brother. We have to make sure he feels the whole horror of the castle first." A second one replied.

"How boring." The first French voice said.

"Leave them be for now." A powerful one commanded. "Don't you have business with a certain creature to do?"

"...Yes, sir..." The French voice said and footsteps were heard as it left, a door shutting loudly.

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A growl sounded from behind Cry, and he whimpered, having forgotten the main rule of the game. Well, one of them. Don't be loud, ever.

He had been too busy with searching for the Swede that he completely forgot to look around for the monster.

Taking a deep breath, Cry sprinted away, running as fast as he could. Unfortunately, as he turned a corner, he tripped and fell over, turning back to see the monster with no jawline come around the corner, catching up to him. He shut his eyes, scared for his life as it clawed his front.

He screamed, feeling like it had been torn open; then passed out.

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Piggeh sat in the kitchen, waiting for the visitors who often pass through. "I'm pumped~!" He said to no one. He then heard the door behind him open, one of the secret doors. Looking back he saw a familiar figure. "Yeah~ Hey there~"

A tall, shadowy figure walked closer. "Hello." A French voice spoke.

"How's it goin'~?" The flirtatious pink male said, grinning. His cheek, shoulder, side and legs were cut up and bloody, and he had pointed pig ears.

The figured didn't say anything as they drew a long golden sword, pointing it right at the male's bandaged neck.

Piggeh stared and backed away. "W-what are you doing?" He jumped back as the sword was swung, cutting him lightly. "Ah!" He screamed, though didn't get a chance to say anything more as he fell back onto the ground.

A glint shone from the sword before it was brought down, piercing the squealing male in the chest.