AN: This chapter features the following mods:

* Orespawn

* Epic Siege

* Mob Tamer

* Mob Talker

* Cute Mob Models Mob

* Biomes O Plenty

*Adventurer Backpack

Chapter One: Mob Talker and Tamer

Cows are simple-minded mobs. They don't care much, all they want is just grazing in the plains until the end of time. They don't mind when a legion of zombies came strolling through the night. They don't care when horrible, green, monstrosities starts blowing up all over the place. They don't even move an inch when a guy holding a sharp metal blade came running towards them with a crazed grin on his face. They also don't care when the said guy start butchering its own kin like a Spartan executioner.

However, they do mind when they found cold, unforgiving metal blade lodged deep inside their face. "MOO!" But usually it's already too late, another strike from the unforgiving metal blade and it's game over for them.

'Thump' their fate is sealed along with their stupidity as they despawned in puff of smoke; leaving only slabs of meat as their only trace of existence.

"These should be enough to feed me and Trixie." Jack said with a non-axe-crazy-smile on his face. He put the raw beefs into his inventory and strapped his iron sword to his side. He took off his metal helmet, revealing his short, untidy black hair. He put the helmet into the backpack he wore on his back before continuing his way through the grassy plains around him.

Walking, hunting, and venturing in daylights are the wisest decision one can make in the land of Minecraftia. With all the zombies and skeletons burning to death and the spiders becoming tame and friendly, daylights saves life.

Unfortunately, in the land of Minecraftia, sometimes, Zombies, Skeletons, Spiders, and even Creepers are the least of your worry. There's a lot more monstrosities in the world that could make a common creeper looked like an angry chicken.

For example: The Orespawn Beasts.

A sound of whirring echoes through the air. Jack stopped on his tracks as his obsidian black eyes widened in fear. "Oh god no..." A giant flying figure came soaring towards him. It is a bee the size of three grown men. Its stinger is held high, long and sharp enough to pierce through flimsy iron chest plate. Its many eyes designed to target pesky players and helpless mobs.

After two seconds of reboot, Jack managed to get a hold of himself and start running like hell. "Somebody help me!" He shouted through the clearing. A snort from a pig nearby answered his plea. Jack scowled to himself as he ran faster through the glades, looking back once in a while to check on the striped beast behind him.

Soon, Jack is started feeling exhausted. He looked around for any place to hide and saw a small pit on the ground nearby. Now, it's only a matter of speed, time, stupidity, and whole lot of luck for him to survive whatever is waiting for him below the pit. Jack looked back at the Bee behind him and raised his middle finger. "Catch me if you can you overgrown bug!" He took out a bucket of water from his inventory and jumped into the pit.

He soared deeper and deeper into the underground. Then, just before he plunge into his death; Jack poured the bucket of water to the cavern walls around him. With a simple touch from the water, his momentum fades away and he landed safely in the bottom of the pit. "I love the dysfunctional physics of this world..." He muttered in amusement.

He continued his way through the pit and walked towards a small cave opening nearby. The human took out a torch from his inventory to light up his path. "Blue, but not diamonds..." He muttered to himself as he gazed upon the lapis lazuli ores stacked all around him. He decided not to waste his pickaxe's durability from the useless ores all around him and continued his way through the cave system.

Little did he know that one could make some sweet armor from lapis lazuli blocks.

Soon, Jack found himself standing inside a small cave system with iron ores surrounding him from all sides. An almost maniacal grin appeared on his face as he took out his trusty iron pickaxe. Without any resemblance of self-restraint, he started hacking away at the ores all around him. "Aww yeah! Irons!" He shouted in a mixture of excitement and insanity.

For what felt like hours, Jack exhausted all of the iron deposits of that cave. He smirked in victory and shouldered his trusty pickaxe. "A stack and a half, I am owning this world." He continued his way towards where he thought he saw some sunlight.

Unfortunately, when he actually made it out of the cave; Jack found himself standing in the middle of the savannah in the middle of the night. "It's night time already?" An arrow whizzed past his head. "I take that as a yes." He retreated back into the cave and quickly blocked the entrance with cobblestones. He also blocked the way deeper into the cave behind him; making himself some kind of a makeshift shelter.

Jack put a furnace on a corner and took out a block of coal. "All right, just gotta rest here and I'll be back tomorrow." He muttered as he put the iron ores for smelting. "Trixie is going to be worried sick of me." He took off his backpack and put it near the furnace. "But going out now means death..." He rolled out the sleeping bag behind his backpack and made himself comfortable. "Good Night!" He said before letting himself float inside the realm of dreams

Unlike what some might think, the hostile mobs in Minecraftia aren't as simple-minded as cows. They have a sense of self-preservation and doesn't really like the idea of dying and/or burning in the daylight.

Except for regular creepers, they just hate life and everything in it.

These counts ten-fold for some special mobs called 'Boss Mobs'. These are the tougher, smarter, cooler, and some might say more good-looking version of each mobs exist. Whether it's a zombie, skeleton, spider, or creeper; these mobs are the more advanced version of them.

These mobs have the appearance of a human. They can talk human, think human, eat (like) human, and kill human. Of course, being smarter mobs that they are, these mobs will do everything in their power not to die. Skeleton and Zombie Boss Mobs will take shelter during day time, Ender Boss Mobs will crouch inside a cave during rain, and the Creeper Boss Mobs are not stupid enough to pursue an escaping human.

Usually, Boss Mobs will try their best to avoid contact with humans. They chose to sit back, relax, and enjoy the beautiful world Notch has created for them. They are also a bit more friendlier to humans than their lesser counterparts are. They will try to kill humans for amusements, but when facing a Player aka 'Human Boss Mobs'...

They run like hell.

A player has the ability and potential to reshape the world to its design. A player can create anything and destroy everything. A player could wage war against all creatures in the world and came out victorious. A player has the potential to enslave all living creatures from the overworld to nether.

A player is a threat to everything in the World of Minecraftia and the mobs will do everything in their power to kill a player...

For example, foolishly sitting in front of a cave entrance, hoping that the player will come out soon. They will eventually, but that would be during daytime. The same time where certain mobs start burning to death.

This important little detail is what Skelly the Skeleton Boss Mob forgot when she decided to wait for the Player to get out. Now she's stuck hiding under a single acacia tree with the threat of a player waking up below the cave.

After another hours of waiting, sounds of cobblestones breaking could be heard from the ground. Skelly exhaled a breath of relief and quickly readied her bow and arrow. She pulled the string and aimed right where she thought the player would appear.

Instead of a player, a single, glowing dark blue sphere came out of a small opening of the cave. It flew towards an area behind her and it took her a second to process what's about to happen in an instant. 'Snap' 'Crack' 'Thump'. In a span of less than a second, Skelly found herself lying down on the ground with a broken bow right next to her and an iron blade inches from her face.

"Hi Skelly!" Jack said in a cheerful tone.

"Player..." The skeleton boss mob muttered darkly under her breath. The player positioned himself right beside her without releasing his grip on the sword.

"To be frank, I thought you were a human. I was going to surprise you by pretending to be an enderman." He said coolly. "Then I saw that bow in your hand and I realized that we aren't going to have a civilized conversation with that thing on our way."

Jack took a closer look at the bow he just broke and cringed. "Ooh... Infinity 1, Fire Aspect 2... I am very sorry, that must've been very expensive." He said in guilt.

Skelly sighed in defeat and stared blankly to the tree above her. "What are you going to do with me?" She said. Jack just shook his head and took out a critter cage out of his inventory.

"Straight to the point I see? Well close your eyes and I'll make this quick." Jack dropped the critter cage at the Skeleton Boss Mob and she disappeared into the cage.

"Trixie is going to be so happy." He put Skelly into his inventory and continued his way back home while whistling a merry tune.

Unlike what most people think, the friendly mobs in Minecraftia aren't too stupid to live. They have their own sense of self-preservation coupled with a way of self-defense.

That is until they're tamed of course. Because when they are tamed, they will overexert themselves to serve their master; to the point of it being plain suicidal. They will do everything in their power to appease their master and make it much harder for their master to keep them alive.

This also applies to the Boss Mobs, although they are smarter and stronger; they could get cocky and careless sometimes. They might not follow their master who ran away from a giant hulking beast in hopes of 'giving them time to run' instead of just shut up and run.

These exact reasons are why Trixie the Wolf Boss Mob stay back home while Jack is out there adventuring. She thought it was a great idea to provoke a water dragon so that her master can get some of its precious scale. She almost died within the first two minutes and Jack almost died trying to save her hide.

In the end, Jack decided to leave Trixie back home with a single book. '101 Stupid ways to die' by Jack W. It is a book packed full with all sorts of stupid decision one can make in the land of Minecraftia; from digging straight down, having a staring contest with enderman, to entering a dungeon with anything less than iron armor. This book can turn even the worst n00b into a pro.

Too bad Trixie can't read.

Right now, Trixie is sitting alone on a couch. Anxiously waiting for her master to go back home. The fact that it has been two days did nothing to calm her down. Instead, she started to feel even more worried. She pulled down her snow-white hoodie impatiently. Her wolf ears start twitching erratically while her light grey eyes looked at the wooden door impatiently.

She looked at a painting hanging on a wall above a bar table. It is a painting of her and her master standing in the middle of a small village. The painting was made by a street artist in a village just a few kilometers away from where she is right now. She smiled at the memory of how the artist was forced to paint her and master separately since she cannot sit still for more than two seconds.

"I'm hungry..." She muttered, standing off the couch and walked towards a refrigerator beside the table. She opened it, revealing a bunch of fruits and vegetables stacked all over it. She sighed and closed the fridge. She walked towards a window beside a bookcase full of books and atlas. She peeked out of the window, looking at a few chickens walking around in a small pen.

She stared dreamily at the chickens outside. She was about to walk out of the door when she realized that it is not worth it. 'Master, hurry back...' she thought before walking back towards the couch.

After another hour of waiting, sounds of footsteps could be heard coming from the door. Trixie's ears perked up and she sprinted towards the entrance to welcome her master. "Trixie, I'm home!" The door opened, revealing Jack walking into the house with a big smile on his face. "MASTER!" The excited wolf wasted no time lunging at the player and start hugging him mercilessly. Thankfully, her small, lithe figure makes it easy for Jack to keep walking with Trixie still clinging at his side.

"Hi Trixie, sorry it took me so long. I got a little sidetracked at the sight of irons and girls." Jack said cheekily.

"You met someone master?" Trixie asked.

"Yep, but she has a very sensitive skin so she can't come with me in board daylight." Jack replied with a knowing smirk on his face.

"You used the critter cage, master?" Trixie asked in confusion.

"Here, look for yourself." Jack said, giving her the Caged Skelly.

The wolf picks up the critter cage and throws it at a spot nearby. 'Poof' a young, dark grey haired, white skinned, black eyed young woman appeared in a puff of smoke. She looked around for a moment before looking at the wolf mob in front of her. "Wolf, you pathetic creature... Giving yourselves to the true monsters just so you can save your hide..." Skelly muttered darkly.

Trixie narrowed her eyes and looked at Jack with a flat expression on her face. "Master, may I borrow your hammer?" She asked.

Jack took out a hammer from his inventory. It is a double-edged hammer he usually uses along with chisels. "This hammer?" He asked her.

"No, the big one." Trixie replied.

Jack put back the hammer and took out a bigger hammer that seemed to have its own fair share of killing. "Yes that one." Trixie said, taking the hammer from her master's hand with a big smile on her face. "Thanks Master."

The wolf lunged at the skeleton beside her with a murderous expression on her face. "You take that back walking fertilizer!" Trixie yelled in outrage. "Excuse me? Walking fertilizer?" Skelly said challengingly.

"Yes! That's what skeletons are for! Nothing more but bones to make bone meals!" Trixie replied.

"You think we are worth only as much as what your master? You think we are good for nothing fertilizer? IS THAT IT YOU SELFISH, DISGUSTING, HUMAN?"

Trixie slammed the big hammer at Skelly's torso; 'thud' she flew back and slammed to the wall behind her. "Don't talk to him like that!" The wolf yelled in outrage.

Skelly staggered up and looked back at her fearlessly. "Or what?" Trixie gritted her teeth and lunged at the skeleton.

Of course, Jack couldn't let Trixie kill a skeleton boss mob, let alone the daughter of the skeleton king. He quickly caught her in midair and took the big hammer out of her hand. "Okay Trixie that's enough. She could be of some use for us." Jack said.

"For what?" She asked.

This time, a wicked grin spread across Jack's face. "You know that thing we found near the swamp." He said before walking towards a chest nearby. Trixie narrowed her eyes in confusion before her eyes widened in realization.

She gasped in a mixture of shock and excitement "You're going to use it? On a boss mob? Is it possible?" Trixie asked in disbelief.

Skelly narrowed her eyes while trying to figure out what the player is going to do to her. She watched curiously as the player took out an iron staff out of the chest. "You know what this is?" Jack asked, waving around the staff in front of her face.

"What?" She snapped.

"Herobrine's Branding Iron." Jack replied.

Skelly gasped in horror when she heard that. She scrambled back to the wall behind her with a panicked expression on her face. "No! Please I surrender! Don't do this me, please!" she begged, her confidence evaporated in a matter of seconds.

"Why shouldn't I?" Jack taunted, twirling the staff in his hand mockingly.

The Skeleton Boss Mob knew that her fate is sealed. The Player is in front of her with the Branding Iron. The staff with the power to gain complete control over its victim. With it, Jack could easily turn her into his personal slave. With it, Jack can easily make her kill her own kin. With it, Jack can easily make her assassinate her own father.

The worst part is; she's going to feel every second of it.

"I-I'll do whatever you want! I-I can, I can..." Tears of despair starts trickling down the skeleton's face. She bowed down and grabbed Jack's feet. "I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry for insulting your pe... companion. I'm sorry for trying to kill you! I-I'm sorry for everything, please just don't do it!" She begged him before sobbing erratically. "I-I'm so-so-sorry!"

"Whoa..." Jack muttered in genuine surprise. "Is it really that bad?" He muttered, looking at the staff in his hand with wonder.

"Well it is Herobrine's Relics, master. I bet his T-Shirt can turn you into a god." Trixie replied easily.

"I know, but just look at her! We almost broke her before I can even show her what behind that door." Jack muttered.

"So, what now?" Trixie asked.

The Player shrugged and handed the little wolf boss mob his staff. "Here, you decide what to do with her. I need a drink." He said. "Because I'm thirsty!" He added, not wanting to give the readers the wrong idea.

Trixie looked at the staff in her hand and back at the skeleton whimpering in fear in front of her. She smiled wickedly at Skelly before crouching down in front of her. "Hi fertilizer! How are you?" Trixie said, dragging the staff on the floor below her.

"I'm sorry..." Skelly said in fear.

"I give you 5 seconds to give me a good reason why I shouldn't bash your skull with this." Trixie said.

"Because I can't do anything to stop you from doing it! Because I can't bear the pain of being enslaved with it! Because you can do whatever you want, and I can't do anything to stop you!" Skelly slammed her fist onto the ground.

"Wow... Okay now, I just didn't expect you to submit that easily and... just between you and me I have no idea how to use this." Trixie paused for a second. "Master! Can you tell me how to use this?" She shouted to the kitchen door.

"Just hit her with it!" A voice came from the kitchen door. Trixie raised an eyebrow in surprise. "So that is how to use it." She muttered in amusement. "If only everything in this world is that simple." Then she looked at Skelly in deep thought. "You know, if it were up to me I wouldn't use this thing on you." Trixie said genuinely.

A flash of hope appeared inside the skeleton's heart. "Re-really?" Skelly asked hopefully.

"Doesn't mean I'll let you go though." Trixie replied before putting the staff back into the chest. "Besides, you've killed a lot of humans before. Why should Jack give you mercy just like that?" She added easily.

Skelly thought about what the wolf just said and lowered her head. She knew that Jack has no reason to spare her. She knew that Jack has the rights to do everything he wants to her. He is the player after all, this world is his playground and she is one of his toys.

"Trixie, I forgot that the branding iron only works on Creepers, Spiders, and Zombies. Did it work on Skelly?" Jack said, coming out of the kitchen with a glass of water in his hand.

Trixie looked down and shook her head. "Master, I was going to lie to you that it doesn't work on Skelly. But I remembered that you always told me not to lie." She said guiltily. Jack raised an eyebrow and took the branding iron out of Trixie's hand. He raises the staff up high and brings it down towards the skeleton.

Skelly felt her heart skipped a beat as the iron came rushing towards her. She closed her eyes, expecting the cold heart metal taking away her freewill in a moment. 'Thump' She dared to open her eyes and saw the iron planted deep on a wall behind her.

"I'm sparing you just this once..." Jack muttered. He took a closer look at the skeleton in front of him. "Now what am I going to do with you..."

"Maybe she can help us? You know, for hunting and stuff like that." Trixie asked.

Jack rubbed his chin in deep thought. "Problem is, she can't go out during the day and I'm not stupid enough to go out during the night." He muttered to himself. "Is there any way we can make sure she doesn't escape when she had the chance?"

Jack looked at the skeleton in front of her in confusion. "So, what are you good at? Do you have any talents, powers, hobbies? What about mining, can you do that?" He asked her in confusion.

Skelly looked down and shook her head. "We don't have the power to reshape the world. I cannot mine or craft as easily as a player. It took us a lot of enchantment and materials to make just one pickaxe. Never mind that we cannot use crafting tables." She replied.

The player narrowed his eyes and rubbed his chin in deep thought. He thought about anything she can be good at. "Are you good at finding people?"

Skelly nodded. "Yes, I am trained in the art of assassinating and hunting." She replied. Jack smirked and walked towards a chest nearby. "Well then I got a perfect job for you."

He took out a small photo out of his inventory. It is the photo of a human teenager. He has coal black eyes, light brown skin, and short hair. "This is Meta, I want you to find him and bring him here. But if you don't think you can do it, just tell him that Jack Wilson is looking for him." Jack explained, giving her the photo.

Skelly looked at the photo for a moment, noticing the slight resemblance between it and the player in front of her. "Is he your brother?" She asked him.

"A friend, he's the smartest guy around so expect some clever trickery." Jack replied.

The Skeleton nodded and looked at the window, noticing that it's still bright outside. "Can I stay here?" She asked.

A wicked, mischievous grin spread across Jack's face. He pointed at a door at the other side of the room. "That is the prisoner room, there's a bed there you can sleep with." He said.

"You aren't going to kill me in my sleep aren't you?" Skelly asked.

Trixie sighed and pushed her towards the door. "Come on, don't be baby! Just enter it!" She said impatiently.

Skelly took a deep breath and opened the door, revealing a small corridor leading towards a single metal door. She walked through the corridor warily, expecting arrows, explosive, and even lava coming out of the walls around her.

A few minutes later, she safely made it towards the iron door. She pressed a button above the door and opened it. Her eyes widened in shock, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath to regain her composure. "It-it's okay... It's not real, he crafted it... It's not real..." She muttered, before stepping into the room.

The walls and the ceilings of the room are covered with things that'll send even the most fearless warrior into a sobbing mess. Dozens of skeleton skulls protruded out of the ceiling, Creeper heads are placed on top of fence and Zombie heads are thrown carelessly on the floor. Item frames are filled with Boss Mobs most prized possession and/or scales, bones, and tooth of dangerous creatures.

Skelly whimpered under her breath as she lied down on the bed with a skeleton head protruding out of the ceiling above her. "J-Jack... You monster..." She muttered with a trickle of tear rolling down her face.

"I can't believe you actually did that..." Trixie muttered in disbelief.

Jack looked at the wolf incredulously. "That room was your idea!" He said, not wanting to be called a sadist.

"It was supposed to be a joke." She retorted.

"I know but that idea is just so awesome! Now we have a trophy room that could act as a prisoner room."

They stood still in front of the door for a few moments. Trixie looked back at her master questioningly. "You think she'll be okay tonight?" she asked.

Jack nodded confidently. "Don't worry, if she's anything like her dad she'll be up and killing in no time." He replied. Trixie looked back at the door.

"You think she'll try to steal anything?"

Jack smirked and shook his head. "Nah, she's smarter than that."

Jack Wilson is a carefree person. He never starts any violence or conflict. He always tries to do things the easiest way and diplomatically. He always tries to feel what everybody feel and act accordingly. He always smile patiently even in the most frustrating situation. Jack Wilson is a nice guy.

Until someone is stupid enough to provoke him. For example, Skelly the Skeleton Boss Mob. She doesn't like Jack and always try to kill him every time she got the chance. She never won and she never knows when to stop. She never knew how much Jack has been holding himself back from retaliating.

Now, trapped inside a huge room filled with corpses of her own kin... Skelly finally realized just how much she has underestimated him. She tried to sleep, she really did. But the cold skulls and faces staring down at her from all sides makes it much harder. The fact that each skeleton skulls reminded just how many times she has failed in protecting her kind does nothing to help her.

She tried to get out of the room, but she found nothing to open that door. She doesn't have the tendency to scream out for help, but she knew she's not gonna sleep in this place. She looked around her and picked out one of the torches from the wall. She picked another one and put them all into the chest beside her, trying to shake off the sudden dread when she saw dozens of spider eyes inside it.

Now that she can't see anything, she can close her eyes and pretend that she's sleeping inside a dark empty room.

"Skelly! Wake up! It's almost nighttime!" Trixie said from the other side of the door.

"Co-coming!" Skelly replied, holding back from crying when she realized it's not just a bad dream.

"Come on! I can't keep holding this door open." The wolf said, watching as the skeleton clumsily trudged towards the door.

They left the room without another words and walked towards the living room. There, they saw Jack preparing some food on the table. "Sup, Skelegirl! Had a good night sleep?" He said, almost mockingly.

Skelly sighed and walked towards the entrance. "I will start searching for Meta now." She said.

Jack shook his head and took off the button at the side of the door. "Nope! You're going to have dinner with us first and have a chat." He said with a hint of warning in his voice. Skelly nodded and walked towards the dining table without complaining. She sat on the corner table while Trixie and Jack sat with each other in front of her.

"So, I have no idea what you eat. I have some steak, salad, and cake what do you like?" Jack asked, handing her a bunch of food. Skelly looked at the food in front of her with hunger in her eyes. "May I have the cake?" She asked hopefully.

Jack smiled and handed her the cake. "Sure, Trixie never like sweet things." He said.

A few minutes later, Skelly finished her food and she is very eager to go. "Can I go now?" She asked.

Jack shook his head and walked towards a chest nearby. He took out a backpack that shaped like a skeleton and gave it to her. "Here, I packed you some supplies for the roads. I also have a bow here since I broke yours. It has no enchantment, but I also packed you tons of fire arrows."

Skelly looked at the backpack in her hand for a moment. "I guess it goes without saying that I do not want to know how this made." She said.

Jack shrugged and opened the door for her. "I just thought it's fitting for you to wear a Skeleton Backpack." He said.

Skelly just shook her head and bid him farewell before disappearing into the dark.

"Master, did you actually give her all of our golden apple?" Trixie asked when Skelly is far enough.

"Of course not! I left a stack in the chest. I just thought that she is going to really need it if she were to find Meta." Jack replied. "What's stopping her from abandoning this quest?" Trixie asked again. Jack shook his head and smiled to himself. "The simple fact that I have Herobrine's Branding Iron." He replied.

AN: Yeah Jack seems a bit cruel, but hey! Karma is around in this fic, who knows what's gonna happen to him...