Don't forget... something's mustn't be forgotten. The shadow hunting me... I must hurry. My name is PewDiePie, I live in Equestria at... at... Canterlot... What have I done? This is crazy! Don't forget, don't forget. I must stop him. Focus! My name is... is... I am PewDiePie...
PewDiePie slowly opened his eyes, the world blurry for a moment. He glanced around lazily, seeing a dark sky outside of the large windows in front of him. He watched as rain splattered across the glass before sliding down and dripping off. A bolt of lightning flashed and he flinched slightly.
Feeling weak, the brown unicorn sat up. It took a few moments before he stood up completely, his ice blue eyes looking around.
He was in a large foyer. There were tapestries strung all over the walls and hanging from the story-high windows like curtains. It was dark. The only light source was the illuminating moonlight outside, along with the flashes of lightning going off every now and again.
PewDie looked down, seeing red droplets at his hooves. He blinked, The hell is this? Is it blood, or is it rose petals? he wondered, his mind still a little fuzzy. He pawed at one, it crumbling underneath his hoof. Roses...
He glanced around a bit more before slowly walking over to a door and pushing it open. Inside lay a table with a single candle on it. PewDie cautiously walked over, spotting a small cylindrical container. He used his magic to pick it up, bringing it near his face. A label on the side read 'Tinderbox'. He put it back down, still keeping his horn aglow for the light, but knew he had to limit his timing for he'd run out of too much energy, unable to keep it lit.
He looked around the small room a bit, soon seeing a small, brown saddlebag underneath the table. He pulled it out and slipped it on, heading for the door. He suddenly stopped and looked back. Then, he picked up the Tinderbox, hovering it over and slipping it into his saddlebag before exiting the room.
The first room seemed darker than before and he could hardly see where he was going. He didn't consider on using his horn for light, for he wanted to conserve energy. He started forward slowly, feeling as confident as he possibly could.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, following by a loud clap of thunder. PewDie nearly jumped out of his skin and backed into a side table, disturbing a flowerpot and causing it to fall. It smashed into the ground with a large crash.
"It wasn't me!" He screamed, leaping away and watching the broken, clay pot on the ground. He breathed a sigh of relief and glanced around warily before continuing on. He turned a corner, seeing something lit in the distance. He stopped, seeing two armored statues standing across from each other on either side of the hallways. "Oh God, I don't trust statues..." He muttered to himself, backing up around the corner and peaking out at them. He sat there a moment, studying them.
Swallowing nervously, PewDiePie stepped out and walked forward, occasionally stopping and teetering back. He walked up to the one on the right and used his magic to pull its helmet off. "I don't trust you guys...." He then walked over to the left one, tearing off its helmet as well. "Come on PewDie, don't be scared..." He whispered, trying to reassure himself. "You're not a pussy... Just gonna head here," he continued, approaching a large door at the end of the small hallway cautiously. "Nothing unusual..." He placed his hooves of the handle and tried to open it, "Just gonna go up to here and—" he broke off in a squeak as it made a hissing sound.
"Okay, okay, no. Don't go out that door..." He backed into a corner, "Camp in the corner... Camp in the corner... Camp in the corner works every time..." He started to walk towards the door, which had opened. "Alright, check the corners for campers and then... Jump shots!" He said quietly. Then leaped through the door shouting.
At that moment, a gust of wind burst through and a nearby door flung open, causing him to back away. "Holy bucking shit, I hate is place already...." PewDie walked forward with caution, going up to a nearby wardrobe and opened it, finding a hanging coat and another container of Tinderbox. He picked it up and put it in his saddlebag. Then turned and stuck his head through the door that had opened. "Eh... I don't trust these kinds of rooms! It looks all nice, but then when you go in there...!" He wailed, "But I have to go, it's part of the castle, and if I ever want to get out..." He huffed, walking in. "Let's just take it slowly... Nice and easy, check the corners..."
He blinked and walked over to a small furnace, instantly forgetting his fearful thoughts of the room he had just moments before. "This is a nice room..." He commented and picked up a chair in front of it with his magic. "We've got a nice velvet chair." He began swinging it around, repeatedly smacking it in the furnace's side. "Okay, I should stop doing that..." He dropped it and continued to a table not far off from the furnace. On it sat a bottle.
"Ah, some liquor!" He grinned, picking it up. It slipped and fell to the ground, the bottle shattering into a million pieces and its substance splattering all over the floor. "Ah, buck you, liquor." He muttered, picking up another container of Tinderbox off the table, then turned back and exited the room. "Alright, just keep on moving..."
PewDiePie looked at pictures on the walls as he walked down the hallway. "Some nice paintings..." A certain painting caught his eye and he trotted up to it. "Ah, oui, oui, the Renaissance!" He said with a fake French accent. "Very nice depth in this picture. And uh, zat cow, was actually my first lover. Her name was Christine, and.... I don't even know what I'm doing..." He broke off, ditching the accent and continuing on. He opened another door, revealing a flight of stairs. He swallowed, "Alright..." He began walking up, "Nice and easy... Nice and easy..." When he reached the top, he found more rose petals on the ground. "What the buck is this stuff?"
A rattling sound came from a nearby door and he retreated a little ways down the stairs. PewDie climbed back up, taking refuge by an armored statue. The hallway was vibrating, the ground shaking. He clenched his teeth in fear and decapitated the knight before continuing on, walking as slowly as he possibly could. More rose petals were scattered along the floor and he reluctantly followed them.
PewDiePie turned a corner, hearing growling in the distance. "Eh..." He kept walking, trying to ignore it. He reached the end of the corridor, peaking his head around the corner. His vision instantly began to blur and the growling became louder. "No, no, no, no, no!" He tried to back away, but collapsed.
He lay there, the entire world around him a huge blur. Come on, get up! he spat at himself. Get up! he struggled to his hooves. When he finally regained consciousness again, it was silent, and he could see. He stood there panting heavily, his tail between his legs. PewDie glanced around warily before reluctantly carrying on. He shook violently as he walked, glancing up and watching a chandelier teeter slightly.
PewDiePie found himself at the entrance of another room. "Okay... Check the corners, jump shot." He froze as another door on the other side of the room opened, he glanced in its direction. "Nope." He said nervously to himself, "That door did not just open itself... And I've got a chair!" He used his magic to pick up another chair he spotted nearby, dropping it. He chuckled slightly. then turned around, finding another open door.
"Okay, let's go in here." He walked right in, starting to feel a little better and more confident. He flattened his ears, "It's so dark, what the—" he broke off, leaping backward out of the room. "What the buck.." He went back in, slower this time. He made more progress, seeing what had scared him. "Oh, it was, oh my bucking lord... Buck you!" He spat, shooting a bolt of magic from his horn to knock off another statue's head. "Bucking statue." He grumbled, scanning a shelf. He found more Tinderbox and placed it into his saddlebag, exiting the room.
"I wasn't scared." He snorted, "Pfft. Me scared? What the hell." He immediately turned his attention to the door that had opened earlier. I don't want to go in there! he complained mentally, but started towards it anyways.
PewDiePie stuck his head in, Check the corners, always check the corners... he told himself, glancing at all four corners of the small room. When he saw nothing, he straightened up and looked around. "Well, some pretty nice paintings in here." He grinned, trotting over to one on the far wall.
As he walked halfway across, the room went completely dark and started shaking. "No! No! No! No! No!" He quickly turned and ran out, slamming the door shut behind him. He kept kicking at the handle. "Lock it, lock it, lock it..." The rumbling started to ease and he let out a sight of relief. "I'm out of here!" He ran to a door straight across from him and entered, finding even more rose petals on the floor. He sighed, "God damn it." He kicked at them, "Buck this place."
He looked up to see a small window with light shining through it, minuscule dust particles dancing through its rays. Underneath the window was a door with a wooden plague hung above it. It read 'Old Archives'. PewDie shrugged and entered.
On the other side of the door was dungeon. There was yet another rose petal trail. He sighed and started forward, suddenly hearing breathing. He stopped, grinding his teeth slightly. He glanced down and fired up his horn, levitating a rectangular object in front of his face. "I got a book." He grinned, then flung it at the wall. He picked it up again and placed it above a torch. "There." He said, satisfied. He turned to continue, the corridor turning dark and rumbling, just as the room before did. "Ah, not again!" He dropped to the ground, covering his face in his forelegs. He backed up, "Camp in the corner! Always camp in a corner." He backed into it further, shutting his eyes tightly and curling into a ball, wrapping his tail around his nose. "Just camp in the corner and everything will be alright!"
