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PewDiePie x Reader - One Cold Night - Part Three

You turned around, startled. A golden man sat across the aisle and a seat down from you, and he stared at you with a friendly smile on his face. Everything about him was gold. His skin, his eyes, his hair, his clothing, even the sword in his lap was gold. Behind you, a young man sat, his hands folded neatly in his lap, a small grin planted on his pale face. His eyes were twinkling behind small glasses. His eyes were a soft brown, matching the hair that poked out from underneath a green beret.
"Mr. Chair! Stephano!" You exclaimed as you recognized them immediately. Both men held out fists for you to brofist into, which you immediately did. Cry chuckled softly in the seat behind you.
It then occurred to you that you hadn't even checked to see where you were going. Normally you would expect the bus driver to take you to the write stop, but now you weren't sure.
"Um, where are you taking me?" You asked Cry, leaning toward him again, keeping an eye on Stephano and Mr. Chair. You wanted to talk to them some more after you made sure that you were going the right way.
"I am taking you to the next bus stop." Cry told you
"But…that's-"
"It's the end of my shift." Cry interrupted you as he pulled to a stop. "Besides, Felix put me in charge of keeping watch of these two tonight."
"Oh, so zat's why 'e had me ride zis bus!" Stephano grumbled from behind you. Mr. Chair stayed silent.
"Wait, I need to go home!" You protested, your voice rising in volume and pitch as you started to feel panic well up inside you. You didn't know where you were, or how you would get home. For once, you felt a bit frightened.
Cry stayed silent, as did the rest of the Bros. You sat down again, quietly freaking out on the inside.
What if I can't get home? Where am I going to be when I get out? How will I get home? I hope I don't have to hitchhike… Worries filled your mind, and you almost didn't notice the bus stop to let you passengers off.
"Come on, Miss…" Mr. Chair murmured as he lightly touched your leg. You looked up, eyes wide. He smiled comfortingly at you, and that made you feel a bit better. You grabbed your bags, and climbed off of the bus.
Cry, Stephano, and Mr. Chair walked off without a word. You watched them go, feeling the fear rise up inside of you more. You sat on a bench, and placed your head in your hands. Your cell phone was dead. You couldn't call anyone. This night, which had been the best night in the world, was quickly turning into the worst night in the world.
You didn't know how long you were sitting out there. Somewhere in there you began shivering, and your teeth began chattering loudly. The streetlight above you flickered every now and then, sending chills down your back.
Headlights flashed in the distance. You looked up at them with interest. You narrowed your eyes as it drew closer, blaring into your vision and making it hard to see. It slowed down, and halted to a stop.
The slam of a car door.
The rush of a body.
The next thing you knew, you were surrounded by a familiar scent and warmth, and a very handsome voice urgently asking you if you were okay.
You murmured some words, trying to protest when he placed you in the car. The whole thing happened in a blur, really. A whole car ride was blurred in black. The next thing you remember, you're being tucked into a bed, protesting softly as the man over you covers you with blankets and pets your hair. Before he leaves, you pull him to you, begging him to stay. Your eyelids flutter closed, content with his answer.

IT IS NOT OVER YET.

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PewDiePie x Reader - One Cold Night - Part Three

You turned around, startled. A golden man sat across the aisle and a seat down from you, and he stared at you with a friendly smile on his face. Everything about him was gold. His skin, his eyes, his hair, his clothing, even the sword in his lap was gold. Behind you, a young man sat, his hands folded neatly in his lap, a small grin planted on his pale face. His eyes were twinkling behind small glasses. His eyes were a soft brown, matching the hair that poked out from underneath a green beret.
"Mr. Chair! Stephano!" You exclaimed as you recognized them immediately. Both men held out fists for you to brofist into, which you immediately did. Cry chuckled softly in the seat behind you.
It then occurred to you that you hadn't even checked to see where you were going. Normally you would expect the bus driver to take you to the write stop, but now you weren't sure.
"Um, where are you taking me?" You asked Cry, leaning toward him again, keeping an eye on Stephano and Mr. Chair. You wanted to talk to them some more after you made sure that you were going the right way.
"I am taking you to the next bus stop." Cry told you
"But…that's-"
"It's the end of my shift." Cry interrupted you as he pulled to a stop. "Besides, Felix put me in charge of keeping watch of these two tonight."
"Oh, so zat's why 'e had me ride zis bus!" Stephano grumbled from behind you. Mr. Chair stayed silent.
"Wait, I need to go home!" You protested, your voice rising in volume and pitch as you started to feel panic well up inside you. You didn't know where you were, or how you would get home. For once, you felt a bit frightened.
Cry stayed silent, as did the rest of the Bros. You sat down again, quietly freaking out on the inside.
What if I can't get home? Where am I going to be when I get out? How will I get home? I hope I don't have to hitchhike… Worries filled your mind, and you almost didn't notice the bus stop to let you passengers off.
"Come on, Miss…" Mr. Chair murmured as he lightly touched your leg. You looked up, eyes wide. He smiled comfortingly at you, and that made you feel a bit better. You grabbed your bags, and climbed off of the bus.
Cry, Stephano, and Mr. Chair walked off without a word. You watched them go, feeling the fear rise up inside of you more. You sat on a bench, and placed your head in your hands. Your cell phone was dead. You couldn't call anyone. This night, which had been the best night in the world, was quickly turning into the worst night in the world.
You didn't know how long you were sitting out there. Somewhere in there you began shivering, and your teeth began chattering loudly. The streetlight above you flickered every now and then, sending chills down your back.
Headlights flashed in the distance. You looked up at them with interest. You narrowed your eyes as it drew closer, blaring into your vision and making it hard to see. It slowed down, and halted to a stop.
The slam of a car door.
The rush of a body.
The next thing you knew, you were surrounded by a familiar scent and warmth, and a very handsome voice urgently asking you if you were okay.
You murmured some words, trying to protest when he placed you in the car. The whole thing happened in a blur, really. A whole car ride was blurred in black. The next thing you remember, you're being tucked into a bed, protesting softly as the man over you covers you with blankets and pets your hair. Before he leaves, you pull him to you, begging him to stay. Your eyelids flutter closed, content with his answer.

IT IS NOT OVER YET.