Hey, Guys! I'm really bad at writing minecraft, but I'll try!
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Pop!
Steve appeared in a new world. He checked his surroundings. He was surrounded by sand and cactus with the occasional dead bush, and the sun was almost at noon. He walked forward and stopped. He might as well do a little remembering as he melted in the desert.
The last one he had been to, he was in creative and went to survival, just because he felt like it. He saw a creeper and began fighting it, only to step on a trap he made. There were 50 blocks of TNT under that pressure plate.
BOOM! It went. He was able to run away from it just in time to escape with half of a heart. Luckily, he always had golden apples with him, if he could afford it. He was about to swallow the first bite when a hissing sound came from behind him. BOOM! That was the last time Steve saw that world again.
He decided to walk toward the sun again. After a while, He came close to a village. The sun beat down on his forehead, but luckily there was a well in the dead-center of the quaint town. He drank a bit and sat down in a house. It was well furnished with a table and stair-chairs. It must have been the librarian's house, for there were many bookshelf in it.
"What are you doing?! This is my house!" an odd voice said. "Get out!" Steve turned around and saw a villager with is hands pressed together.
"Relax, I'm just chilling here." He said. The villager looked at him, confused.
"There is only chilling in the mountain biome," it said, "and that is only in legends." It was Steve's turn to look confused.
"No, I'm just hanging out here. You know, loitering?" He asked.
"You're lying, only washed clothes get hung out. Loitering better not be anything like littering, though you are littering in the world of truth."
"No, no. Loitering is like… Doing nothing in a certain place, and just being there 'cause you feel like it." Steve explained.
The villager paused to let the words sink in. "…Alright," He said. Or she. "But I do not fell like you being in my house. Get out."
"Woah, woah, woah!" Exclaimed Steve. "Let's not be hasty! Maybe we can figure out a deal so we can both stay here."
"Haste is only in legends, too." The villager gasped in its low voice. "Are you a legend?"
"Who, me? No. Now, can I stay here?"
"Only If you were a legend." The villager replied.
"Well…" Steve thought for a few seconds. "If I told you I was a legend I would be lying, but since I am not lying to you, I am being truthful. Because I am being truthful, I deserve a reward. I want my reward to be to be able to stay in this house whenever I want." He said quickly.
"Uh…" The villager didn't quite catch all of that, but if he said he didn't, the Weird villager would keep staying in its house since it was stupid. The villager couldn't let the other know he wasn't the sharpest pencil in the batch. "I agree to you terms and conditions," It said.
Wow, that was easier than Steve thought it would be. He relaxed on one of the stair-chairs.
"Glad we struck a deal." He smiled. "What's you name, roommate?"
"My name?" The villager's eyes were glassy for a moment. "It's… Not Ronnie, not Casey, not Jenny… I know! Zinner!"
"Okay… Zinner. Can I call you Zin?" Steve asked.
"Zin… sounds weird and yet ordinary… I like it!" Zin said. "What is yours?"
"Steve," He said casually. "So, are you excited about being roommates?"
"…Sure," Zin replied.
"Good, Zin! Now let's have excellent time being roommates!" Steve pumped his fist in the air and looked at the ceiling and froze mid jump.
"Uh, why and how are you doing that?" Zin asked.
"I don't know," Steve answered. "Something else is controlling me! Help me down!" Above his forehead were rainbow letters that read,
'TO BE CONTINUED…'
"Oooh, shiny!" Zin stood mesmerized by the words that hung in the sky.
"Hey! Help me down!" Steve shout-mumbled as Zin just stood there. "Hey! Zin, Stop! Hey! ZIN, HELP ME DOWN!"
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