-Nostalgia-[Private with vaginaboob]

[Garry]

Note: Yes,this indeed shall be all about a statue and a chair.
Amnesia based material. Deal with it and enjoy.

[Mister Chair]

It was an average night; nothing special had happened, nothing out of the ordinary. Piggy had humped and eaten everything in sight. Skully remained in the basement with Jennifer, and Pewdie simply ran around, screaming at every little creak that the floor made. It was quite annoying, since Mister Chair had been trying to catch up on his reading, which he didn't get very far on. Being tossed around by a frighted twenty-three year old wasn't very relaxing, nor was being humped by Piggy. He had tried to switch rooms constantly, however, Pewdie and Piggy had always seemed to find him.

Yeah, just another ordinary day. So, why was Mister Chair having so much trouble sleeping? He flopped over onto his right side, pulling the thick green covers over his head. Moments later, he threw the covers off, growing hot, and rolled onto his stomach with his face in the pillow. He remained that way for a couple of seconds until it got hard to breathe. Again, he flopped onto his back, pulling the covers back over him. "Shit..." He mumbled, sighing. Maybe he was getting sick? He didn't feel sick. With his arms crossed over his chest, he stared at the ceiling, counting the panels on the ceiling over and over.

After counting the panels for the sixth time, he began to doze off, his eyes slowly closing. His breathing softened and slowed, until, finally, he had fallen asleep into a dream. It started out alright. All his friends were there in the kitchen, eating. They held a conversation about Slenderman, but, in the dream, he was a friend, as well. It was... random, for a while.

Within a split second, everyone was gone. Mister Chair sat alone in a dark room, feeling around for a wall, a door-- anything. His hand had brushed over a lantern, which he picked up and lit with a tinderbox that was stashed in his pocket. He was in Stephano's room; his golden friend rested comfortably on the bed, laying on his back. Mister Chair stared at him for a while, before setting the lantern down the floor. He noticed Stephano had laid his sword on the other side of the bed. Smirking, he climbed onto the bed and carefully reached over for the sword, then straddled on top of Stephano, who awoke to the feeling of a force on top of him.

Immediately, Mister Chair lifted up the golden sword, and forced it into the center of Stephano's chest. His golden friend gasped, eyes wide and watering. He let out a groan, gripping the sheets of his bed tightly. Mister Chair pulled the now bloody sword out from his friend, and stabbed him once more. Stephano tried shoving him away; he tried asking him why he was doing this, but he couldn't find the strength to. Over and over he stabbed his friend, a bitter smile on his face. No... why was he doing this? He didn't want to do this-- make it stop! Make it stop--

[Garry]

As ironic as it was,the golden eyed male was in his room also having a dream,more of a nightmare that grew which more terrifying by the minute.He dreamt that he was in a dark room,or something like a street,he had his best friend cornered and slowly walking towards him.

The other had pure fear in his eyes,trying to make Stephano snap out of it but the golden statue only pulled out his sword and charged at the other.He only cut him a bit at first,which only terrified mr.Chair even more. He was begging,pleading but Stephano did not even blink or feel the slightest tingle of guilt.

From his second strike,he slashed the other straight in the chest and that was enough to make Stephano wake up with a loud 'Ahh!" sitting up in bed,cold sweat running down his body as he was panting. How could he even dream such a thing? He grit his teeth in frustration,clutching the sheets. "Damn it..." he cussed under his breath.

[Mister Chair]

Mister Chair awoke from his nightmare, eyes wide. His heart pounded. He though he had heard a scream, but he wasn't sure if he had dreamed it or...

He quickly sat up and threw the covers off of himself, then hopped off the bed. He wanted to make sure Stephano was alright, otherwise, guilt and fear would eat away at him for the rest of the night. Mister Chair pulled out a tinderbox from the nightstand next to his bed and lit a small lantern, which sat on top of the table. Picking it up and holding it close, he made his way out of his room and down the hall. Stephano's room sat at the very end of the hall-- which, wasn't very far, actually.

As he approached his door, Mister Chair set the lantern on the ground beside him. Quietly, he reached for the knob and turned it, slowly opening the door. He didn't want to wake him up, however, to his surprise, Stephano was already awake. "Stephano?"

[Garry]

When Stephano heard footsteps from the hall approaching his room,not knowing who it was and figuring that it was probably the bro."Jesus Christ,not at this moment!" he thought as in a reflex motion he reached out to grab his sword that he had beside the bed but the door already cracked open.

He tensed up and even gasped softly but was relieved to see mr.Chair there.
Stephano sighed deeply in relief,dropping the sword from his grip and sitting on the bed.
"Hallos,Mr.Chair." he said with a very uneasy expression but he did smile at him.

[Mister Chair]

Mister Chair stepped into the room, his eyes fixed on Stephano's. "I heard you scream from the other room. I... I thought that the Bro came in here again." He approached his bed, smiling softly in relief that his friend was okay. He glanced over at the sword that laid on the bed, his smile fading instantly. He tensed, remembering his dream. "So, I wanted to see if you were alright."

[Garry]

Seeing that there was no danger,Stephano calmed himself and smiled a bit at the other.
"Haha,no.Instead I had a bad dream is all." that was all he said,forcing out that short laugh.
Stephano had even forgotten that he left the sword on his bed.

[Mister Chair]

He glanced away for a moment, thinking. Wondering. What was his dream about?

Mister Chair smiled again. "I see you're alright now, so..." He turned away, heading for the door. "Good night, Stephano." He waved to him slightly before leaving the dimly lit bedroom and heading down the dark hallway. He had forgotten about the lantern that he had sat down beside the door; he was too busy thinking of the dream.

[Garry]

The older male didn't respond with a 'goodnight' even,only smiled as the other left.
But he didn't feel at ease for some reason,for a moment he clenched the bed sheets.
It felt like something was not done or left unsaid,Stephano suddenly got out of bed and went into the dark hallway to look for the other.

[Mister Chair]

Mister Chair felt uneasy; he hated being in the dark hallway. He felt like someone was behind him, follow him. No matter, he was almost to his room. He let out a sigh as he passed a few empty rooms, speeding his pace.