MrGerman

"Why talk to me in private.. When we can talk here?... In front of everyone," I said nervously, secretly I couldn't help but to believe they might team up on _____ if I left her. Oddly enough for some reason I couldn't bring myself to leave her. Andre let out a snort, "try to treat me with some respect, will you?" "How do you expect me to do that?" I muttered underneath my breath. "How about I make it simpler. Treat us right, and you won't get eaten. Treat us wrong, then it's not only the undead you have to worry about." "I'll treat you right when you stop being a jackass." "What did you just say?...." "You heard me!" I exclaimed taking a ste

Previously on MrGerman's Welcome To Amnesia PT. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12... "Your my brother. Sure we haven't been close.. But, I still know you and remember what you we're like before all of this Barrel and PewDiePie junk started up," said Stephano with a sigh. Barrel nodded, "Let's keep walking.. I'll tell you about my full plan." Barrel's eyes glistened with ambition, "of course I think that! He thinks that golden brat is dead.... This is where you come in to claim his position in the broarmy once again isn't that what you desire most?" ________________________________________ Your P.O.V. ______________________________

Back in the early age of 1600's pirates roamed the seven seas.... Taking what they wanted.... When they wanted.... In your small village they were always a threat. They came in took what they wanted and left. And when they came you had been taught to run and hide. But, there was only was who came on schedule always arriving once every six months. His name you ask? Captain Kirkland. "______! _______!" screamed a voice shaking you from your sleep. You lazily sat up in bed sleepily demanding what was wrong. You sat up to see your best friend staring at you wide-eyed breathing deeply. "Wait, how did you get in my hou-" you started questioned

"Why talk to me in private.. When we can talk here?... In front of everyone," I said nervously, secretly I couldn't help but to believe they might team up on _____ if I left her. Oddly enough for some reason I couldn't bring myself to leave her. Andre let out a snort, "try to treat me with some respect, will you?" "How do you expect me to do that?" I muttered underneath my breath. "How about I make it simpler. Treat us right, and you won't get eaten. Treat us wrong, then it's not only the undead you have to worry about." "I'll treat you right when you stop being a jackass." "What did you just say?...." "You heard me!" I exclaimed taking a ste