. Silence .

"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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Silence 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