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Under His Mother's Wing - PewDiepie Fanfic Ch. 7Under His Mother's Wing - PewDiepie Fanfic Ch. 7 by PagesofAngels
The hard, metallic feathers of Isis's wings scraped the floor with a dull screech as she stumbled down a dark hallway. She had no more energy to lift them; she barely had enough left to stand upright. With one arm she supported herself on whatever wall or object she could feel out in the dark. With the other, she held her tiny, golden child close to her thudding chest.
The golden statue of the Egyptian goddess hadn't the slightest clue where she was going. Dazed and disoriented, she didn't care where she ended up. She just needed a place to hide; a place away from that damned Back Hall that had suddenly turned from a sanctuary into a tomb.
Stephano remained silent as his mother carried him along. He clung to her neck and buried his face in her shoulder to avoid looking at the crimson liquid that seemed to cover every inch of her clothing. He heard unsteady breaths rattle in her throat, but was still too stunned from the day's earlier events to question much of what he
Under His Mother's Wing - PewDiepie Fanfic Ch. 6Under His Mother's Wing - PewDiepie Fanfic Ch. 6 by PagesofAngels
Eloi slowly pulled the sword from Isis with the visceral sound of internal organs being disturbed. The wounded goddess statue had a blurry look in her widely-opened eyes, and both of them were focused on her twins. Stephano stared back at his mother from the constricting arms of the Barrel. A silent scream echoed in his chest, but his mouth simply hung open. His vocal chords were unable to utter a single sound as shock racked his tiny body. As if held in place by the metal blade, Isis immediately slumped to her knees and crumpled to the floor without a sound. A shallow puddle of crimson surrounded her, staining her golden hair and skin as she lay face-down on the floor of the Back Hall.
Stephano suddenly awoke from his shock-induced stupor. Unable to form words with his lips, he simply began screaming. Had he been able focus on anything more than what had just happened, he would've noticed a lack of sound or movement from his brother. Gonzales must've still been in a
Under His Mother's Wing - PewDiepie Fanfic Ch. 5Under His Mother's Wing - PewDiepie Fanfic Ch. 5 by PagesofAngels
Stephano woke with a start. His eyelids opened to darkness; morning had not yet cast it's rose-colored rays into the Back Hall. Once his sight adjusted, he could just barely make out a pale, blue light emanating from outside; predawn, just before the sunrise. The young, golden boy cautiously looked around. Although unable to see anything more than their faint outlines, he could feel his head resting on Gonzales's back, and the warmth of his mother's wing was still draped over the both of them. Unsure of why he had woken so suddenly, Stephano closed his eyes, hoping to get just a little more sleep before dawn.
Stephano sat bolt upright. There was no denying the loud, crashing noise that reverberated off the tile floors, and echoed between the spacious walls. His heart began to speed its pace, and his mind raced to figure out what was going on as he huddled against his sleeping family in the dark. The pulse in his veins took a sudden halt as the loud crash
Madraz's Mansion of Macabre: The IntruderA wave of unease had befallen the house and Slenderman knew it. He was the father figure amongst its residents and he tried to keep everyone nice and happy. The reason for this being that if he just let all of them run wild in the night, then they would kill as many innocents as they could. Using their powers combined, the damage they could cause would be devastating. Slenderman had to keep a watchful eye on them to make sure they wouldn’t kill again. Especially on an event as popular as Halloween. Unfortunately, everyone knew about this yearly event from their time as living humans.Madraz's Mansion of Macabre: The Intruder by Madrazassassin
“Daddy?” Sally, his adopted daughter, asked him as he looked out the window. “Can we go trick-or-treating? Please?”
Although she had been dead for two years, Sally still had some child left in her. If only there were some way to stop the blood from dripping down her forehead and for Slendy to fix his faceless face, then they could go trick-or-treating.
“I don’t kno
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