A/C: Yeah, I know. It's very random, and rather short. My friends and I have been talking about creepers a lot, lately (Never played the game, myself) and then I thought of this. I'm currently in the middle of writing Part 2 for "Do It For the Fans!" and a bunch of projects so...Yeah. Enjoy
'Tis A Shame If You Were To Lose It
"Merlin!" Arthur bellowed, looking outside his bedroom window.
"Morning, sire," his man servant replied, quite chipper as he triumphantly presented the prince with his breakfast.
"Merlin," Arthur repeated, pointing outside the window.
"What are those…green, blocky things settled outside the palace?"
"Oh, those," Merlin casually replied, "Yeah, they must've shown up in the middle of the night."
Arthur arched an eyebrow at this comment as served his pointed finger towards Merlin's direction.
"You wouldn't, by any chance, know who would do something like this?"
Merlin shook his head, innocently.
"No, sire," he replied.
Arthur tsked, turning his head towards the window, again.
"Right," he said with a sigh, "Help me fit into my armor. I'll have to round up the guards and investigate…"
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, sire," Merlin advised, "Those things are called creepers. Touch one of them and the castle will be destroyed."
Arthur rolled his eyes.
"Merlin, that's absurd," he said, patting his companion's back, "Creepers? "
The prince laughed at the name.
"Yes, sire," Merlin replied, a bit unsettled by the prince's laughter.
"Fetch me my armor," Arthur ordered.
"Right," Merlin whispered back as he ran off to fetch it.
Minutes later, Arthur was standing outside the castle, sword in hand. Merlin stood a healty three paces behind him.
Arthur grimaced.
"Merlin," he asked, "What's with all this…hissing noise?"
"It's not too late," Merlin suggested, "We could evacuate Camelot and find another way!"
The prince ignored his companion and took a bold step forward.
"Creepers," he said in a very loud and very foolish voice, "State your purpose!"
The hissing grew louder. Arthur frowned. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.
"I sai-" he started to say, as the tip of his sword touched the nearest one.
He never got to finish.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM!
Mordred laughed as the castle blew up, along with the unfortunate faux prince and warlock he had created on Mine Craft for this purpose.
"Did you see that?" he asked Morgana, who was smirking shamelessly.
"Your Emrys impression needs some work," she critiqued as she ruffled his hair before leaving his tent.
"Anyway, we're planning our next move soon, so log off before you miss out."
"Role play with me again, Morgana," Mordred said.
This time, Morgana gave her first, real smile.
"Of course," she fondly replied.
