All of me - Pewdiepie Fanfic

"Pewdie, please... say something!" Stephano whispered, pounding on his bleeding friend's chest. It was already over, though. There was nothing he could say, no prayer he could pray, not a single thing he could do. His best friend, the only person who took the time to acknowledge him into something good... was dead. And Stephano had to live with it. It was all his fault.
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Pewdiepie ran through an open door, Stephano walking closely in behind him, protecting Pewdie carefully. "Hurry up, Pewdes." Stephano called, hearing Pewdie rummaging around in the room, carelessly singing about Sanity Potion. "Okay, okay, jeez Stephano, you're in a hurry..." Pewdie said, picking up a fragile note slowly. "Hey look Stephano! I found the note~!" he said, walking back up to the golden man. "Well, read it!" Stephano urged.
Stephano sighed, looking around the dark hall carefully before shutting the door so Pewdie could read in peace. "Dear Pewdiepie and friends..." he began, his Swedish accent slurring the words. "But especially Pewdiepie, I have come to acknowledge that you have came very close to leaving this castle. I would be pretty lonely if you left, but that's besides the point. I like watching you scream like a girl in fear. Call me sadistic, but that's just how it is. Sincerely, It's about to get serious, Gonzales." Pewdie finished the note with a low growl in his throat. He crumpled up the paper, and tossed it on the stained, molded floor.
Stephano sighed, "Wonderful...". Pewdie smiled again, and said cheerily, "Oh well... Gonzales is about as harmless as a Teleporting Naked Guy... Only scary if they burst out of no where..." Stephano chuckled, remembering all the times one of those guys bursted through doors and out of closets just to hear Pewdie scream in terror. Stephano sighed hesitantly, "Okay Pewdie... We should get going, we still have to find the Cellar key."
Pewdie smiled and nodded, filling his lantern with oil and taking off down the hall. "Pewdie! Don't waste your!" but he was already down the hall. "Oil..." Stephano murmured, walking after the Swede with his sword drawn. He could hear Pewdie digging around in a closet, the sound of a shirt fluttering coming from the end of the hall and a small glow of a lantern shining out of a doorway. Stephano smiled, walking into the room after Pewdie to find him bent over and digging in a desk.
Stephano searched with Pewdie, but, to no avail, did they find the key. Only a hollow needle and some Sanity Potion. They searched for what seemed like an eternity, but never found it. "It has to be here somewhere..." Stephano heard Pewdie grumble multiple times in frustration, but Stephano only chuckled. "I bet you guys need this, huh?" a child-like voice called from outside the few rooms. Pewdie peeked his head outside to find a brown headed man with a green beret and sweater vest holding out a silver colored key.
"Mr. Chair!" Pewdie called running up and grabbing the cold key in his palm. "You're welcome, Pewdie" Mr. Chair said, smiling to Pewdie and now, Stephano who was coming out of a room. "Where do you get this, Mr. Shair?" Stephano asked, his accent making it sound like "Shair" instead. "Oh, I found it in that room back there" Mr Chair said, pointing to the room they found the note in. Pewdie only laughed, while Stephano sighed in frustration. He knew he should have helped Pewdie look. "Well, we should go... Come on, Pewdie!" Stephano called, tugging Pewdie to the stairs that led down to the Cellar. "Bye, Mr. Chair!" Pewdie called, but Stephano warned him to quiet down. Suddenly, a deep, french laugh sounded.
Pewdie froze in terror, clinging onto Stephano for protection as he drew his sword. Gonzales. "Come out here, Gonzales!" Stephano called, gritting his teeth. "Why should I when I can send the bros?" Gonzales said, coming from no certain direction. A loud snarl made Pewdie cry out in fear, gripping Stephano's tunic tightly.
"Go, Pewdie. Hide!" Stephano hissed through his teeth, but Pewdie stuck frozen at his side. Stephano sighed, dragging Pewdie to somewhere safe quickly as another growl sounded, but closer. He pushed Pewdie into a small closet, while he crouched in the shadow's beside it. "Stay quiet..." he whispered to Pewdie from outside, as Stephano saw the bro waddle up to the doorway.
The bro uttered a low growl, and Stephano squeezed himself closely in the shadows against the closet, his sword drawn in case. Suddenly, a bronze gleam showed behind the bro. "No..." Stephano though, trying to hide as much as possible from his evil brother. Gonzales.
Gonzales scanned the room, and let his eyes rest on Stephano. He bro gurgled in a quiet growl, and Gonzales nodded. "There he is... kill him first." Gonzales said, pointing at Stephano. Stephano grabbed his sword, standing as he could hear Pewdie whimper loudly from the closet. Gonzales smiled and looked at the closet. "Wait bro... no, no, kill the one in the closet first. Dear, dear Pewdiepie." Gonzales hissed his name like a snake, and Stephano lurched forward, his sword gleaming.
The bro protected Gonzales, blocking the blow with a set of blood stained claws. Gonzales walked past the bro to the closet, but Stephano couldn't fight them both at once. The bro sliced his claws over Stephano's chest, but he had to protect Pewdie. He ran from the bro, trying to thrust his golden sword into Gonzales's back as he opened the closet, revealing the terrified Pewdie. "Pewdie!" Stephano yelled, as the bro dragged him back to rip his claws across Stephano's back. Stephano watched Gonzales draw his own bronze, dirty sword. Pewdie screamed, "Stephano!", tears pouring from his eyes.
Stephano growled low from his throat, and turned quickly. Knocking the bro off his disoriented feet, the sliced his sword across the bro's throat, blood poured out quickly, and the bro died with a screech. Stephano rushed over, bloody and bruised, and pushed the sword up and through Gonzales's back. Gonzales's body dropped like a rag doll, lifeless on the ground, but it was already over.
Pewdie was halfway in the closet, and halfway spread out on the floor, a pool of crimson blood gathering around his body. A large wound opened up Pewdie's chest, and Stephano knelt down beside his friend, despite the blood that got all over him. "Pewdie... Pewdie please..." Stephano whispered, his voice hoarse. Pewdie smiled weakly, tears flowing down his paling cheeks. "I'll be... okay.... Stephano..." Pewdie whispered. "No... Pewdie, we can fix you! Please... hang on, don't leave me here..." Stephano begged, searching for any sign of laudanum. None.
Pewdie breathed slowly, "Ste... Pha... No..." he whispered with each breath, every word straining him. Stephano was sobbing now, golden tears dropping onto his friend's chest. "Please, Pewdie you can't go... you can't leave me... you're my best friend..." Stephano cried, gripping his friend's hand so hard his knuckles were turning white. Pewdie stared up at Stephano, his once, bright blue eyes now grey, and dulling. A weak smile rested on his face, "I...m so... so... rry..." Pewdie whispered. "Sss...te...pha...no." Pewdie whispered finally, before his breathing... stopped. "Pewdie..." Stephano whispered, touching his friend's face lightly. "Pewdie... Please, say something!" Stephano whispered, pounding on his bleeding friend's chest. It was already over, though. There was nothing he could say, no prayer he could pray, not a single thing he could do. His best friend, the only person who took the time to acknowledge him into something good... was dead. And Stephano had to live with it. It was all his fault.
Stephano pulled his dead friend up in his lap, leaning against the wall. Tears flowed down his face, jerking with emotion and singing quietly to the dead man.

When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears.
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears.
And I held your hand through all of these years.
But you still have...
All of me.