A/N: Hey. This chapter has been edited. You might want to re-read it. Haven't read this fic yet? Good sir, (or madam) your parents must be ashamed.

Legal stuff: Terraria is owned by Re-Logic (Desktop version), 505Games, and Engine Software (Console and Mobile versions). The characters (except Original Characters [OC]), items, settings and general concept are not mine and therefore I am not allowed to make a profit off of them. The events here are a pure work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real-life events is purely coincidental.

This information is here if you want to re-create the characters in your copy of Terraria.

Mark's appearance:
EyeColor: Brown | Hair: 25 - Color: Medium Red | Clothes: 4 (trench coat) - Color1: Brown - Color2: Dark Red - Color3: Blue

Naomi's:

EyeColor: Blue | Hair: 6 - Color: Teal | Clothes: 5 (Robes) - Color1: Yellow - Color2: Green - Color3: Brown

Mark has the standard skin color while Naomi's is slightly darker. You probably don't even need to touch that option.

Chapter 1: At high noon

Mark opened his eyes.

He was lying under a tree in a rather dark forest.

He sat up. He was sitting under a tree in a dark forest.

He looked around. He was sitting under a tree in a dark forest next to three items: a brown dagger, axe, and pickaxe. Plus a backpack.

He stuffed everything in the pack and stood up. He was standing under a tree in a dark forest, pack on his back filled with an axe, a pickaxe, and a dagger.

"Hey, stop being repetitive!"

Oh, sorry.

Before he could fully realize that he just broke the 4th Wall, he heard a rustling in the bushes.

He drew the dagger. He was standing battle-ready under a tree in a dark forest-

"Stop it!"

Sorry.

Suddenly, a green blob leaped out of the bushes and landed right on Mark's nose, knocking him back. He landed on his butt like cartoon characters do. Mark wiped the layer of gooey stuff that collected on his face off in time to see the blob jump at him again.

Suddenly, the blob exploded and a tree nearby sprouted a feather-tipped branch.

"Are you okay?"

Mark turned around. Behind him, was a ginger-haired man wearing a grey shirt and blue jeans. He was holding a wooden bow, string still vibrating.

"Uh, yeah." Mark said. "Who are you?"

"I'm Garret!" He extended his hand towards Mark. "What's your name?"

"Uh," Mark said, taking the hand. "Mark." Garret pulled Mark to his feet. "So, Garret, since we're asking questions, where am I?"

Ask a college professor what two plus two is, and you'll understand Garret's expression. For those who don't know any college professors, Garret's expression pretty much says, "Boy, there is something wrong with your childhood if you don't know that."

Garret, however, had the good grace to not say what his face said, and instead said, "Why, you're on the island of Terraria!"

Mark blinked a couple of times. "Okay, how did I get here?"

Garret shrugged. "I dunno, but since you're here, I might as well help you."

"Thanks."

"First things first, we need to build a house before nightfall."

Mark may not know much at this point, but he is no master carpenter. "I can't build an entire house in six hours!" It was noon, based on the sun's position.

Garret thought about it for a moment, then said, "Don't worry, the physics here are different. It doesn't even need to be fancy. A wood box is enough."

Indeed, the physics were different. After cutting down a tree, all one has to do is place the wood in the spot one needs it. Even the creation of different objects was different. Just have enough of the required materials, stand next to the correct object (if needed), and just think strongly about what you want to make.

In no time, Mark made a wood box with a door, table, and chair. Just in time, too. The sun was about to set when he was done.

"Now, it's very important that you don't open that door." Garret said when they were both inside.

"Why?"

"Because if you do, zombies will come in and eat you alive."

Mark didn't ask another question after that. He also didn't go near the door, even when something was pounding on it. "Don't worry, they won't get in." Garret said, after a minute of the pounding. He then settled back in his chair for a long rest.

Despite the constant hammering at the door, Mark fell asleep.