Brofist To Insanity (Pewdiepie/Smosh/Cry Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

SKYLAR

I woke up in an unfamiliar setting. This is gettinng really old, fainting and waking up in some random location. Sigh. I felt an itch on my forehead but my hands were brutley tied up behind me. Dash it.

I felt someone's body movement behind me. "No! M-M hands, I can't... I can't f*p. I CAN'T FA****P!!" Felix screamed from behind me. Gob bro get a grip. My eyes desperatly looked for an escape, or at least a pair of scissors. This itch was killing me!

My gaze slowly fell upon a candle light. Maybe I can burn the rope. Or me. Dawh this was a 50/50 situation. I hovered my foot to the fortunately short drawers and pushed it to the ground. I seriously didn't think this sh*t through.

"Do you smell, fire?" Felix asked sniffing the smoke infested air.

"The floor!" I screeched raising my feet up from the burning wooden floor. I coughed hysterically until it came out as heavy wheezes. Stupid asthma. Oh you have asthma? Then no offense.

The door swung open and an oversized bro flew in, breaking the door from it's hinges. "What's going on here?" he demanded sending me and Felix death glares. "Foolish humans. Boss wants you alive." He lifted me onto his busted shoulder and another guy gagged me from screaming.

I kicked my legs frantically. My forehead was itching like mad right now! "Oi, put me down!" Felix said swinging his head to bash the guy in the face. "I have name y'know" he looked up for a sec. "Yeah, I have one. Brent." Felix wasted no time before kicking the guy where the sun don't shine.

I, on the other hand was lifted away to a dark corridor which reeked of fish and sadness. "AAHHH!" Was all I heard before getting greeted by darkness. No, I didn't pass out.

I sniffed the air lightly before gagging in disgust. "Would ya stop struggling lass?" The bro said agitated. Was he irish? Cool, minus the part where he took me, then again saved me. "My forehead's is itchy" I complained whining at the last part. "Want me to scratch it?" he asked lifting his claws for me to see. Oh hell no! Wait a sec, the gagg fell off. I could talk!

I grinned before screaming bloody murder, not caring if my throat burned like a thousand suns. The bro, who's scent smells of butter - tore at my backside leaving a painful stinging mark. I cringed and remembered this was my favorite shirt.

No way, in hell, will I allow this to go by. Kick. Shove. Jab. I used every ounce of strenght to punish the guy for his doings. Wrong doings may I add. He yelped and winced in pain but it didn't seem to affect him one bit.

"Haha, you're a tough lil' fella aren't ya? I like it. Names O'Riley. Brandon, O'Riley." Talk about mood swings. "Lee, Skylar, Lee." I replied with asian eyes. He put me back on sweet ground before roughly shaking my small hand. We walked to a door fixed on the floor. Rhymes.

He pushed me in not caring about the height till I landed in a loud thump. Ow, my butt. He landed swiftly behind me and lead me on - more like shoved me forward. The corridor was narrow and dimly lit. A room on the other side gave a shiver down my spine. I pointed at it jesturing 'in there?' He gruffly nodded and went on.

The room was lined with barrels like it was leading a path. The walls were red and looked petrefiying to human eyes. I gulped and saw a man with brown skin and bandaged arms and torso. What startled me most was he was sitting on Mr. Chair and he was on all fours.

Piggeh had been on the steps that lead towards the brown man (not racist) with worst injuries than before. I watched him helplessly shrudder and moan softly from the pain.

I looked at the man's eyes shivering endlessly. "Finally you can do SOMETHING right." his voice boomed echoing through the room. "Unlike your foolish cousin Eric." he muttered.