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"Your dad's going to have me executed, you know." The vampire hissed, tongue twisting out between her teeth. The young princess smiled. "He wouldn't do that. You're my friend." Marceline tilted back her head, and laughed. It was a rich, deep sound, vibrating off the stone walls in the castle dungeon. Bubblegum smiled, the sixteen year old enjoyed the sound of her voice. "Listen, Bittybite, your father doesn't really... enjoy vampires like you. He won't spare me. Leave before you think of me as a friend." The pink girl frowned, her eyebrows creasing slightly. "Then it is too late, then. I already think of you as a friend. You're one of the

Mr. Chair was stuck. This wasn't a normal situation, like getting stuck under Piggeh, or inbetween boxes or barrels. He was stuck in a corner, and about to be shredded to nothing by the bro. He shimmied himself against the wall, pressing so hard that he felt the uneven cracks and bumps marking his skin. "Why? Not again...." He groaned quietly. Once Pewdie found the exit and went home, the bro would go to chasing the most possible prey..... Mr. Chair. After all, he had the same skills as Pewdie. Besides screaming of course. The misadventures happened once a week, at least. But everyday, Mr. Chair was afraid of running into the undead cre

Mr. Chair ran through the corrider, a bro hot on his heels. His heels skidded around prominent corners and sharp edges. The brown-eyed man was breathless, much out of shape. He wasn't made to be a track star. He was just reading and sitting around one of the many parlors in the castle, when the monster came out of nowhere. He was too scared to even chairmode; and the PewDiePie stalker was NOT a poofer. So Mr. Chair took off down corridors and hallways, hips bumping into tables and ajar doors, pain in his back and side from where the Bro swiped him. Teleporting Naked Guys sometimes threw themselves into him, or blocked his path. This mad

It was a normal night in the Amnesia Castle. Stephano was out kicking barrels and/or sharpening his sword in the dungeon. Pewdie was out with his fair lady, Marzia. And Mr. Chair was reading. He was in one of the many libraries in the west wing, currently getting comfortably on the stiff pink sofa. He was reading a old book, with crumbling pages and loose bindings. Mr. Chair mostly loved reading old books, because they never dwindled on sex or any erotica that would cause the shy man to blush. Candlelight from many candles around the area flickered against the peeling wallpaper, also illuminating Mr. Chair's pale face. His brown eyes read

"What's going to happen to me, Bonni-" "Don't call me that." A slim, pink princess was hunched over a table in the dungeon, back to a certain vampire that was strapped to steal table. "Don't call me anything," Marceline grinned, even though it was hard at her weakened state. "That's no way to treat a friend." Bubblegum's spine fused. " We were never friends." "Really? Because a few years ago, we were pretty chummy..." The vampire's voice drawled, eyebrow raised as she stared at the form of the princess, who was hunched over something. A knife would slid into view a few times, but Marceline still had no idea. And it wasn't like she could b

It had started out fine, with a little bit of role play. Todd played the prey, and Pepito played the savage. It was all sexual, don't get worried. They were just horny (heh, get it?) teenagers that were in love with each other. Pepito was nibbling Todd's neck, with "squees" and "ah!" were tumbled all over the place, explanation points dribbling into their unfinished coffee. Clothes were literally shed away, except their boxers (Todd's insistance), and hands were all over. It was quite fun. Until, Pepito actually bit his fucking shoulder. That hurt, a lot. His teeth only went in two centimeters, but it was enough for Todd to freak out. He sc