Ok, so here's my first minecraft fanfic. Well, no, that was a lie. I'm actually writing a book about minecraft right now, and I think I'm at 123 pages! But this is the first one I'm posting to . HERE IT IS! Don't forget to rate and review.

Chapter One

"So what do you think He wants?" I ask my brother.

"Um, hello? Just what every other evil videogame villain wants: TOTAL DOMINATION," John replies in a know-it-all voice.

I roll my eyes. "I can't believe I let you drag me into this," I mutter.

He sticks his tongue out. "You can't blame it all on me, Liz. It's not my fault the computer ate us."

"And please, stop saying the computer ate us! It was more like... being sucked into a vortex. If you tell some potential ally that we were eaten by our computer, they'll never take us seriously."

John again sticks out his tongue. "Can you just, oh, I don't know, stop being such a meany? We're stuck here, we have to deal with it."

I sigh. "OK, fine, how do we stop Him?"

He gasps. "Stop Him! Now? No way! We aren't wearing one inch of armor! We have to play the game."

"Well, how do we play the game?"

He gapes at me. "You- you don't know how to play Minecraft?"

I shrug.

"YOU POOR, MALNOURISHED BEING!" he yells.

"Do you even know what that means?"

"Of course I do! If you don't play enough minecraft, you'll die! Do you really want to die, Liz? Know what? We're real lucky we got sucked into a videogame, because if we hadn't you might have died from lack of videogames!"

I roll my eyes again. "Will you just tell me how to play?"

"OK, here's how it works. When you punch the tree, a little block of wood pops out."

I raise my eyebrows inquisitively. "Seriously? Doesn't it hurt?"

"Not at all! This is minecraft, sis, why would it hurt to punch wood? Anyways, you don't have to grab the wood, it will just float into your backpack."

"The one that's glued to my back?"

"Mmhmm, that one. Your backpack has a certain amount of slots, and in most cases, 64 of the same block fill up a slot. You also have a hot bar, which is basically like your pocket. That way you can easily access some of your stuff."

"Right. OK, let me try this," I say, walking over to a nearby tree. I hit the middle of the tree once. It cracks a little, but as soon as I stop hitting it mends itself. "What?"

John seems exasperated. "You have to keep punching. Duh."

I nod and turn back to the tree. I punch it for a bit. This would be a great stress reliever. Who needs stress balls? And I have to admit, being sucked into a videogame and told by a traveler that Herobrine brought us here is pretty stressful. I guess I got caught up in punching wood, because the next thing I know, John is shaking me and telling me to leave some wood for him. "Sorry," I mumble.

He shakes his head. "No, you're fine! You're great at this! Except, now I have to teach you how to craft. Usually you use the crafting grid in your backpack, but how do we access?"

I reach into my backpack and pull out a small piece of paper. "Um, this paper has a two by two grid on it..."

"Awesome! Now put some of your wood in one of the slots."

I do. The wood shifts and spins and then the paper sucks up the wood and spits out some wooden planks. "Uh..."

He nods, thoroughly excited. "Perfect! This is like a dream come true! Okay, now we need sticks. Put one wooden plank on top of another on the grid." I try it. The paper spit out a thing piece of wood. John frowns. "Oh, you must be holding the grid sideways. That's a pressure plate. Turn the grid around and try again." I shove the pressure plate in my back pack and place the wood in the grid. 4 sticks pop out.

"Oh, neat," I say. John smiles.

"Oh, wait, we forgot the crafting table! Put a wood block on all the grid spots. Then place the workbench on the ground," he orders. I put the workbench down in the middle of the clearing I made when I punched down all those trees. Then I lean down to use it. "This one's bigger, it's three by three," John says. "I'll make a pick and go mining. And I'll make an axe for you to get more wood."

"More wood?" I ask.

He nods. "You can never have too much wood!"

He digs down into the dirt, making a staircase. I grab the wooden axe he gave me and start chopping down trees. It's not much faster with the axe, but I use it anyway. Again, I get caught up in the wood-punching. Before I know it, the sky grows dark. Something gooey and cold touches my neck. "John," I say, turning around, "don't even- AHHHH!" A slimy green zombie stand before me, decomposed flesh hanging from his hands and face. He reaches toward me again. I duck out of the way and make a wild dash for John's stair case. "JOHN!" I scream. "HELP! WHAT IS THAT?"

He emerges from around a corner. "Is it night time already? He asks calmly. I notice that he's already lit up the wall of his man-made cave with torches. I nod. He takes some cobblestone out of his backpack and closes up the staircase. I can still hear the zombies moaning outside, though, yearning for a taste of our flesh.

"Why- what- what was that?" I stammer.

John turns to the crafting table that he must have brought down here, and I watch as it spits out a stone sword. "Hostile mobs. They spawn at night. Or, in any dark area. You're lucky I found coal for torches." He grins his innocent little boy grin.

"Why didn't you tell me? I would've been watching for the sun's descent!"

He shrugs. "I thought you knew."

"YOU KNEW I WOULDN'T KNOW!"

"Chill out, Liz. In the morning I'll give you a fighting lesson with the mobs that don't die in the daylight. Here, try this sword out for size."

I take the sword from him and sway under its weight. "Kind of heavy.. Just feels unnatural. ... How 'bout an axe?" I ask hesitantly.

John sighs. "Well, it's better than using your bare hands," he mumbles.

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