REVIEWS FOR 'NOT YOUR FAULT'~

Potato - Glad to hear that! :D/ *pokes head out from giant teddy bear pile* WE ALL LOVE DA FLUFFIES X3/ *pterodactyl fangirl screeches back*

Raintag - Lovesick Ivor is the best Ivor (and dad ivor) X3/ Either would be fine XD/ Thank you so very much! It means a lot to me to get positive reviews from writers on this site that I look up to and gave me inspiration to write these sorts of things :)/ I would have loved to see your version of this kind of scenario between the two!

TheAmberShadow - I tried I really did XD

Angel Star Ninja - LOOK AWAY CHILDREN! IT'S TIME TO GIVE MOM AND DAD SOME FLUFFY TIME X3

FethersOfFancy - I ship them like Fedex XD/ I'm glad that's the effect that was being sent so thank you! :)

A/N~ Hello again!

While I was writing down the end of 'Not your Fault', my mind was cooking up a bit of a longer story, which is basically MCSM episode 7, but from Harper's point of view. But I'm also going to make it about Harper slowly beginning to learn to trust people again, when Jesse and the gang arrive. I'm not going to write the dialouge for the episode word-for-word, so some things that the characters say or do might be a bit different, but the major events in the epsidoe will pretty much be the same.

WARNING ~ If you have not played Minecraft Storymode Episode 7: Access Denied yet, GO PLAY IT. THERE ARE MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE EPISODE IN THIS FANFIC SINCE IT IS BASICALLY A REWRITE OF THE EPISODE.

Enjoy~

Harper ran.

Her legs were moving in a continuous cycle of reaching out to get as much footing as she could while pulling back to let the other do the same, all whilst being chased by red-eyed controlled mobs and people.

So she was kind of surprised that she hadn't fallen over dead tired by now.

But then again she had been doing this for years upon years.

So you could say she'd had some practice.

But then, suddenly she wasn't running anymore. She now found herself struggling against two mind controlled zombies that were trying to haul her under a familiar contraption that sent shivers down her spine.

A giant, dark green screen with a large face and even brighter green facial features smiled down upon her, verbally expressing how happy he was to finally have her 'merge' with him.

Harper yelled something, but she couldn't hear it. It was like her own voice had been taken from her lungs.

Then she noticed something else. The green, fleshy claws that had been pulling on one of her arm had loosened their grip.

Confused, Harper looked to her left and her gaze met with one of her captors.

But it's eyes weren't red.

They were blue.

Harper shot upright, clutching her heart, breathing heavily.

Fear was tingling through her skin until she felt the once soft mattress underneath her and the cold air of her underground lab. She let out a heavy and shaky breath.

Just a dream. No matter how completely weird or out of place.

She raised her gloved hand to her face and wiped away the beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, despite the lack of heat down in her underground lab of what she had reluctantly guessed and mostly assumed would forever be her palace of solitude.

Harper got up from her bed, too fazed to be bothered to make it neat again, and walked over to her quiet desk area filled with books on redstone mechanics, different worlds and legends that she had practically memorized by now.

She plopped herself down onto one of the wooden chairs she had set up, grabbed a random book from the shelf and started to flip through the pages, not even paying attention to what was on them. Her mind was on her dream rather than the words on the paper.

Harper had dreamed of PAMA before. Being captured by him, getting chipped, and the rarest, sweetest dream of somehow being able to stop him…

But she had never dreamed of blue eyed zombies.

Harper turned herself so that she could look at the space where she had finished and hidden away her newly made transmigrational headset, which had almost the exact same colored lens as the eyes of the zombie in her dream.

Huh.

Maybe it had something to do with that.

But she immediately pushed the idea out of her head. It was just a dream, she scolded herself for being so hopelessly stupid, thinking that there was even a single chance that real people would come here.

She wasn't even sure if anyone even knew about the Portal Network anymore…

Shaking her head of distant memories, she left the book she had opened on her desk and went over to a chest filled with resources and more importantly, redstone chips. Harper had began collecting them after the sudden realization that if PAMA had no chips, he couldn't make anyone 'useful'. It wouldn't completely stop PAMA all together, but it was something, and that was like that deepest patch of diamonds to Harper. She lifted the lid and found inside some TNT, redstone, a button, and a few buckets for moving water.

Muttering to herself, she shut the lid.

Maybe I should grab some more chips today...

Harper pressed her back up against a dry, hard surface, still as a statue, a red-eyed controlled person walking pass.

She couldn't remember his name, as she didn't with most of the people here that were chipped now, only walking and breathing and moving to serve PAMA and no one else.

The thought of herself being that way made her shutter, along with the thought of PAMA having access to the other worlds. Which is why she had to be careful when she came outside.

No matte how much her heart ached coming back to Crown Mesa, she knew that she had to. she needed to collect more redstone chips so that PAMA had less of an army in it's system. Harper had only realized this about a week ago, so it was slow progress at the moment. But it was something, and to Harper, that meant all the diamonds in the world.

When the chipped citizen made its way past the clay structure Harper was hiding behind, she swiftly and silently crept across the road to a house on the other side. She knew it had a small chest filled with redstone chips.

Harper had snuck into it once, but she'd been caught by a few chipped creepers. She had taught herself to be more stealthy after that certain incident.

There was still some specks of redstone dust that she couldn't get out of her hair. (A/N I have a headcanon in this story that when chipped creepers explode, redstone dust is spread from the redstone chips. Just to clear up any confusion. :) Now back to the story!~)

The chest was there as she had left it. Only now it was locked, a bright red mechanical lock on it. PAMA must have thought that Harper might have come back for them again.

Grumbling to herself, she pulled out a small hairpin and began picking the lock. She was so engrossed in picking the locked chest that she didn't hear the footsteps behind her.

"Umm... Hello?"

Harper whirled around and let out a yelp, backing herself up against the chest. Her eyes found someone standing in front of her, a young boy wearing impressive looking armor holding an enchanted diamond sword in his hand. Shakily, she looked up and met his gaze...

And his eyes weren't red.

A/N ~ TO BE CONTINUED!

Sorry that this had to cut off so shortly, I just wanted to split the episode between a few chapters without mking them too long.

Reviews and favorites are well appreciated! :)