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 as his friend
raised two fingers.
"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..."
He fell to the ground, and Stephano rushed to his side.
"What the hell happened to you?" He asked as he held him up.
Mr. Chair wouldn't answer. The best Stephano could do was lift him
up into a sitting position against the wall. Not knowing what to
do, he sat beside him, listening to the silence.
Mr. Chair was right. The longer he listened to it, the louder it
rang. It was almost deafening.
The silence couldn't be broken. They didn't know how.
They froze there until the silence almost devoured them completely.