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He spent his days walking through the Field, the grass clinging to each toe as he made his way, calm and unguarded. Wind met each tree with a sigh of relief, a wonderful accompaniment to the chirrups of non-existent birds. Nature; she is his only companion here, though he was unsure of exactly where here was. A gust picks up, whipping round maple-leaf hair, strands falling across his brow and behind his round glasses. A swift hand corrects his eyesight and gathers the stray locks behind his ear. The same wind presses the white button-up away from his bared chest to flare out behind him like a cape. Tucking thumbs into the belt loops of well-w

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