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PewDiePie~ Born from a Barrel
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Haha how's it going bros? Today I'm writing a pewdiepie fan fic! Hope you enjoy!
Taken from a human. Touched by the bro, bitten by a zombie. Cursed by a witch. I was born from a barrel. A sworn enemy to PewDiePie. A sworn ally to the barrels. I was born from a barrel. Ruthless. Heartless. Cold. Alone. Suffering. Evil........ I WAS BORN FROM A BARREL.
I woke with a start. Memories flooding into my head, but yet, all of the faces were blurred and the voices unrecognisable. I gained the feeling of being watched and i moved my body for what seemed for the first time. I was stiff, almost like a block of cement was poured all over me. I managed to sit up and look around, people surrounded me, smiling and looking like a decent family. The biggest came up to me and welcomed me to the people.
"welcome my child! My name is Christophe and welcome to the clan! We are called the Barrels." He spoke with a French accent and looked welcoming. They all had the same uniform, brown dress/ suit with black stripes and they, indeed, looked like barrels!
" where am i?" i stuttered humbly. I was in shock of my voice. I sounded mature but young at the same time. I sounded beautiful ( i'm not trying to sund very self confident here but i did!)
" you are at scrimmage manor. And we need you to do a little job for us..."
" little?"
" we need you to get revenge on someone..."
I was momentarily stunned but as boldly as i could i said " how little?"
" i will return you to your original family and restore those lost memories."
Christophe's POV ~
I had finally found her. After combing the earth for the perfect body, puppet, human. A girl with a pure soul to infect. She had almost ruptured her soul by the time we got her. Now all of her happy memories are gone! She is completely ruptured! All of the worlds evils went and passed through her. She can no longer feel pain. And by the time her pure soul takes over... PewDiePie will be dead! I will NOT lose again! In the mean time... she needs to be trained into a lean mean killing machine! And i know how to do it... She must witness her first killing... well after we kill her.
Taken from a human. Touched by the bro, bitten by a zombie. Cursed by a witch. I was born from a barrel. A sworn enemy to PewDiePie. A sworn ally to the barrels. I was born from a barrel. Ruthless. Heartless. Cold. Alone. Suffering. Evil........ I WAS BORN FROM A BARREL.
I woke with a start. Memories flooding into my head, but yet, all of the faces were blurred and the voices unrecognisable. I gained the feeling of being watched and i moved my body for what seemed for the first time. I was stiff, almost like a block of cement was poured all over me. I managed to sit up and look around, people surrounded me, smiling and looking like a decent family. The biggest came up to me and welcomed me to the people.
"welcome my child! My name is Christophe and welcome to the clan! We are called the Barrels." He spoke with a French accent and looked welcoming. They all had the same uniform, brown dress/ suit with black stripes and they, indeed, looked like barrels!
" where am i?" i stuttered humbly. I was in shock of my voice. I sounded mature but young at the same time. I sounded beautiful ( i'm not trying to sund very self confident here but i did!)
" you are at scrimmage manor. And we need you to do a little job for us..."
" little?"
" we need you to get revenge on someone..."
I was momentarily stunned but as boldly as i could i said " how little?"
" i will return you to your original family and restore those lost memories."
Christophe's POV ~
I had finally found her. After combing the earth for the perfect body, puppet, human. A girl with a pure soul to infect. She had almost ruptured her soul by the time we got her. Now all of her happy memories are gone! She is completely ruptured! All of the worlds evils went and passed through her. She can no longer feel pain. And by the time her pure soul takes over... PewDiePie will be dead! I will NOT lose again! In the mean time... she needs to be trained into a lean mean killing machine! And i know how to do it... She must witness her first killing... well after we kill her.
hia! this is my first pewds fan fic! i am in the bro army! hey pewds! i love you and never stop making vids! LONG LIVE THE BRO ARMY!
BROFIST!
BROFIST!
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bro fist bro!