"Can you hear it, Stephano?" He whispered, frightened.
Stephano looked around and listened, but couldn't hear a thing.
"I... no." He answered faintly.
"Exactly." Mr. Chair trembled. "The silence..."
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's fiction about us, Mr.Chair and me. It inspired me and there is an illustration for her artwork. I recommand you to read it, this way bros. ->
Stephano was wandering aimlessly, as he usually did when he was
waiting for Pewdie to show up. His golden fingers shone against the
old crumbling walls, as he traced the cracks in boredom. Suddenly,
he perked his head up at a noise he heard from a nearby room.
"Who's there?" He asked the shadows.
His voice echoed away, and all he could hear was the faint sound of
footsteps, coming closer and closer. He nervously grasped the hilt
of his sword, ready to cut throats if necessary.
All tension was released when he saw it was only his best friend,
Mr. Chair. But... he looked a bit pale.
"Oh, Mr. chair, you scared me, I-" He was silenced a