Literature
Brofiction: Life With Pewdie...By Stephano
It was always the same, really.
I'd be waiting for him in the depths of a custom story, on a shelf, box, or barrel, perhaps even tucked away in a chest or among unread notes upon a desk. Sometimes they placed me conveniently at the entrance, lantern and oil at my side, awaiting him.
Awaiting Pewdiepie.
Then he'd say those age old words.
"Oh, look, we get the lantern already! It's always nice to get it this early on...and oil, gimmie that! I wonder if w--STEPHANO!!"
We were always together, the best of bros. Lantern in right hand, I in his left, and Ladnadnadinum in his inventory (not to mention those useless tinderboxes), we could set ou