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EVERYTHING HERE HAS TO HAVE A CONNECT TO PEWDIEPIE SOMEHOW EITHER THROUGH HIM OR HIS CHARACTERS. NO RANDOM OCs THAT'S IT THANK YOU~!!
Am I a True Bro? - Part 9Kailee took one look through the grate and had to clasp her hands over her mouth to keep from laughing.Am I a True Bro? - Part 9 by AlishaTano
One of the Monsters had been knocked clean over with his weaponized hands trapped under his attacker's legs. The Bro's attacker had straddled his chest, teasingly waggling a finger in his face. The remaining Barrels were scattered around, two on the floor a short distance from the fallen Bro, and the remaining three stumbled against the wall, one of them with a swelling bruise on his cheek. All five of them were busy shooting death glares, which the attacker easily ignored.
It was too far to see who had so quickly subdued the entire Bro and Barrel gang, but what the gamers could see was a head of messy dark pink hair, and a torn and ratty tunic!
"Gee, I wonder who that could be?" Kailee whispered with a grin on her face.
Pewdie mirrored her grin. "I don't think we have anything to worry about now...us nor Stephano!"
Still wearing their smiles, the gamers stood up from the grate, and
Am I a True Bro? - Part 8Kailee and Pewdie ran for what felt like ages, practically flying through the empty corridors and hallways. Their feet were colored streaks on the carpeted floors, but the Bro Master was quickly slowing down.Am I a True Bro? - Part 8 by AlishaTano
Kailee's stamina was also at its limit, so she could hardly pull him along any further. The two gamers finally stopped at a small room, loudly panting. Pewdiepie collapsed onto the bed, while Kailee slumped into the desk chair.
While Kailee focused on getting her breath back, Pewdie began rummaging in the drawers beside the bed. Nothing too useful inside, except two tinderboxes. The gamers were silent for a long five minutes, but each minute felt like an hour.
"....Pewdie?" Kailee quietly asked, sitting straighter in her chair. She was looking around in the little room with clear confusion on her face.
"Yeah?" he answered, sitting up on the bed.
"Why does it...it...it look like the walls in here are moving...?"
"Oh....don't worry..." the Swede quietly shook his head, a
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