Hello people of the Internet! I have cleared out my documents and that can only mean one thing: A new story! I know what all you haters are thinking: God, she promised not to write about demons anymore, so what can she possibly create? I'll tell you what: #Merome.

Those of you who've read Elle Vs Minecraft may remember the day I went on a nine-hour Merome spree. So while crying about their forbidden love or something I came up with this. Even though I really, really want to write a Merome love story I can't yet. I know some people are uncomfortable with a boy loving a boy, and though I see no problems with it I'd never want to make someone angry. Instead I've decide to write a bromance, a story of in breakable friendship. If you can't handle that- get out.

As a final note, I'd like to let you know some challenges I've set up for myself. One, the narrator is a guy (all my protagonists are girls). Two, the story actually takes place in Minecraft. And three, the story is written in 3rd person. Oh my god, what have I done? This was an mistake. (#ReviveASF) Look for the Easter egg at the naming ceremony, I've included some OCs from New Feelings :p But no demons or plot twists, I swear. Enjoy!

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Mitch groaned and opened up his blurry eyes. The redstone powder lit up his yellow clock, indicating the beginning of another day. That meant school, sword lessons with his dad, and hunting. All the other kids learned by playing fun games like Capture the Flag and the Hunger Games. Mitch had entered a Hunger Games once, but he had no clue how to play and was taken out within the first minute. From then on it was strictly training and education, or "edumacation", as Mitch called it. He wasn't cut out for being strict or bossed around, he was much more of a joker.

Mitch muttered about "useless history" as he pulled himself out of the toasty red sheets. Right now his class was learning about the history of Minecraftia, but he didn't see any point to it. Why would him knowing that people used to not have redstone matter? They had advanced creations, and he could use them all he wanted. Mitch doubted that an attacker would ask him to list the creators of Minecraftia in order for freedom. He preferred classes with his dad; at least sword skills were useful. Besides, he never got to see him.

Mitch's dad was the leader of their village, and Mitch was expected to take his place. He had to be a top-notch fighter and know how to persuade people. It was lot of pressure for a boy his age; he was only thirteen. He had no friends, no relationships, and no freedom. That was all Mitch yearned for, no matter how much the cost. He was tired of having his future planned out for him. Why couldn't things be spontaneous and new? Routines were for people who needed stability in life, and that certainly wasn't Mitch.

Mitch sighed before grabbing his checkered jacket and leaving his bedroom. He listened to the familiar sounds of his mom cooking steak for breakfast. He found it odd that their village only ate meats and bread, while he knew most people also had an assortment of potatoes, carrots, and watermelon. Then there were the delicious cookies he got as a special treat every once in a while. The taste of their warm, sweet chocolate filled his mouth until he began to drool.

"Straighten up, sweetie!" Mitch's mother ordered, removing another two steaks from a furnace. Their kitchen had to be the best in the village so they had a wall of furnaces. Why, Mitch didn't quite understand, since they only used at most five. The orange wool walls brightened in the rising sunlight, causing Mitch to squint. His house was made of wood and wool with the occasional ore, just for show. It was so flammable, he thought to himself. Maybe if it burned down he could leave and have freedom.

The sound of his mother clapping her hands snapped him out of his daydream. "Darling, are you half asleep? Come eat before you walk to school. I don't want you to starve to death."

"I thought that was a myth." He said as he settled in his normal seat.

She shook her head. "Of course not. What do you think happened to Great-Aunt Louise?" He should've felt bad but he didn't know the lady, so he continued shoving steak into his mouth. His mother ignored the silence. "So, are you ready for the naming ceremony?"

He nearly choked on his breakfast. That was today? He checked seven days ago and it was a whole week away... He sighed. "Do I have to go? It's a silly tradition. Everyone will still call me Mitch."

She gasped. "It's not silly! It's sacred and a milestone in your life! I don't want to hear any more of that nonsense. You know your sister-"

She launched into a story Mitch had heard a million times in the past week. It was a surprise Mitch had forgotten, considering how often he was reminded. His family, being the leaders, were expected to keep traditions and be an example. His mother certainly fit that description. She treated even the smallest details, such as planting a flower dedicated to Notch each year, as if they were religious ceremonies. Mitch's older sister Kyleigh (I know she's younger than him, let's pretend she's older) was similar in a way. She wasn't as crazy, but she embraced the importance of her traditions. Even his younger brother, Connor, could occasionally be seen helping his mother celebrate. Mitch rolled his eyes at that; they had already brainwashed the kid at five years old.

He finished his breakfast and grabbed his bag. "Mom, I'm leaving!"

"Remember to be at the fountain by noon!" She called as Mitch stepped into the fresh air.

His cat and wolf bounded up to him. "Hey, Dots and Fluffy!" Mitch had come up with names when he was about 8. His cat had lots of polka dots, hence the name Dots; and his wolf was the furriest he'd ever seen. They were his companions and two of the few people he trusted. He told them all his problems and they protected him when he went hunting. Unfortunately, they weren't allowed at school. He petted them quickly and set off for the dull, boring morning ahead of him.

When he saw the rusty old building it already bored him. The cobblestone was full of moss and there were holes in the walls. The door was an old wooden one, which besides being out of style creaked whenever someone opened it. Even the desks were made with birch wood, who used that anymore? He had tried to persuade his parents to fix it many times, but they claimed they had "other priorities". Basically his mother's need for an emerald block in every room. Mitch had just barely kept her out of his room, claiming he preferred a simple look. It was a wonder he saw the beauty in modesty based on his home environment. He really shared no traits with his family. It felt like he didn't belong, and he pondered this often.

"Children, take your seats!" The teacher clapped his hands together.

Mitch looked around and saw only ten kids. How odd, he thought; There's normally at least twenty. Maybe they were just as nervous for the ceremony as he was. He slid into his normal seat: in the front away from everyone. He couldn't afford to be distracted. Whether he liked it or not, he was required to know all of this. Mitch didn't even want to imagine his parents' reactions if he missed the smallest detail.

With his eye on the clock yet his ears listening to the teacher, Mitch waited. He could notice the room brighten as the sun rose above their heads. The distant sounds of zombies burning echoed faintly through the rooms; He knew there were no zombies nearby, the village was safe. Finally, after hearing the teacher drone on and on about the origins of the mythical Herobrine, it was time. The idea of the ceremony was exciting yet nauseating. He was stuck with this nickname forever, and if it was bad he'd never live it down. He sighed and began walking to the village square.

In his village, all 13-year-olds were given a name. The oldest and wisest villagers can see their futures, so he assigns one to each child. Though you could pick which name you go by, it's tradition that the leader's son, Mitch in this case, embraces his destiny and chooses the new one. Mitch found some of the names to be a tad... extravagant. Minerboy213, PixieChick22, and xXLolaXx were all examples. And if you had numbers or xxxx in your name it was determined you'd be ordinary. It was a rare thing to be numberless. Mitch prayed he had numbers so his parents would know he wasn't special and stop pressuring him.

"Welcome to this year's Name Ceremony!" His father's familiar voice boomed. Mitch snapped out of his daydream and started running; the ceremony was starting without him! Not a good first impression for the wise villager, but maybe that was a good thing. He noticed the droplets of water that peaked over buildings in the square. The crystal-clear water of the fountain was soon within sight and he sighed in relief. Mitch slipped through a crack between houses and merged with the group of kids gathered around. His father paused to give him a glance and slightly shake his head before returning to his speech. It was a common occurrence for Mitch to be late, but his family didn't quite appreciate it.

"Are you nervous?" A voice whispered into his ear. Mitch turned and saw Mat, the closest thing he had to a friend. They'd be closer if Mitch weren't so busy all the time.

"A little bit." He admitted. "It's just... There's a lot of pressure on me to have a great future."

Mat nodded. "My family is the other was around. They don't expect me to amount to anything. I'm so determined to get a creative name."

Mitch chuckled softly. "It's silly, how much our future depends on this. It's just a second name."

Mat hushed him. "Don't you dare say that in front of anyone else, they'd have you executed."

"StarrGalaxy24. DeadTuber458. GoldenFlame222." The last of the girls were walking away from the wise man. Some were beaming, some were upset, and the others had neutral reactions. "And now for the boys."

They lined up near the small stage. Mat stood in front of Mitch, and when it got to his turn he whispered, "Wish me luck."

The wise man smiled and proclaimed, "NoochM."

Mitch joined in along with the rest of the crowd's applause. Mat grinned and walked to the rest of the boys. Mitch was really happy for him until he realized it was his turn. He gulped and walked onstage.

The man studied him. "Interesting... You're a tough one." Mitch was extremely tempted to ask what he meant but he kept his ground. Finally, after a few agonizing moments, the man spoke.

"BajanCanadian."

The crowd gasped and then clapped. Two extraordinary names right after each other was rare, and Mitch tried to keep from sighing. Now his parents would for sure make a big deal.

Mitch zoned out for a while, thinking of what he'd have to do. Some day he'd have to explain that he was no leader, and that he honestly hated order and responsibility. This name was not going to help him one bit. He sighed as he considered his options, but he managed to hear one last thing.

"PeteZahHut-"

The whizzing of an arrow practically froze time, and Mitch watched helplessly as it spiraled towards the wise man. He slumped over as lifeless as a fence and the crowd gasped. Mitch watched his father narrow his eyes into slits before turning his attention to the direction of the weapon. His eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of a furry mammal, and his father must've seen it too.

"Leader, who did this?" A citizen called over the noise of sobs and protest.

Mitch's father furrowed his eyebrows. "It was... A bacca."

Dun dun dun... And that marks the beginning of His Bacca! In the comments, let me know if you think this will be a good story! I'm not quite sure, I've seriously thought out the beginning and end but not the middle. Whelp, we'll see. I may go crazy from Merome feels by the end of this.

~Scarlett the Fangirl