Ha! Minecraft and Wild Kratts...OF COARSE!

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DISCLAIMER! I don't own Minecraft or Wild Kratts.

Chris woke up one morning to find his world totally different. His heart was beating in the back of head, as he tried to figure out what was going on.

"Hey, what's with all the blocks?" He pondered. Then he realized his brother, Martin, was right beside him, still asleep.

"Martin? Bro wake up!" Chris called over.

"Morning Chris." Martin said as he stretched his arms, not realizing the nervousness in his brothers voice.

"Hey, what's with the blocks?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out."

Suddenly, Zach's voice rang through the air.

"Hey Wild Ratts, welcome to MineKratt." Zach said with an evil cackle at the end.

"What are we doing here, Zach?" Chris asked with the sharpness in his voice.

"Have fun playing. Oh, and watch out for Creepers." Zach's evil laugh rang through the air and faded away.

"Creepers? What are Creepers!" Martin asked, shuddering.

"I don't...OH NO!" Chris suddenly realized what was happening.

"I really don't like it when you say that, Chris." Martin said, biting his lower lip.

"We're in MINECRAFT!"

"You mean...that game that Jimmy Z is so obsessed with?

"Yes!"

"How do we get out of here Chris?"

"We'll have to make it to THE END, and defeat the ENDER DRAGON."

Chris had played, and beat the game with Jimmy Z before, Martin on the other hand, knew nothing about what was happening.

"How are we gonna do that?" Martin said, raising his voice in fear.

"It'll take a long time, this isn't the kind of game you can beat in 20 minuets." Chris lectured.

Chris started walking into the woods, Martin not far behind. Martin walked up to his younger brother, but at the moment, he was acting more like the younger brother, all frightened.

"Why am I so scared? It not even real." Martin thought to himself.

"Also, Martin, I don't think you'll wanna hear this, but..." Chris started as Martin braced himself. "If I know Zach, and you know I do, I bet he has this game setting on Hardcore mode.

"Hardcore Mode? What's that?" Martin felt stupid not knowing all this, but he figured he'd better get filled in.

"Hardcore is when your world, the world we're in right now, is on hard and if you die, or run out of hearts at the bottom of the screen, then your world will be deleted." Chris answered, trying to stay calm.

"Deleted?" Martin nearly screamed in panic.

"Yeah, usually, you can re-spawn, but not in Hardcore. And if the world gets deleted, we go with it."

"You mean we'll be...DELETED FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Now, enough talking, more chopping!"

Chris had started punching a tree and the bark fell in his hand in a nice block.

"C'mon Martin, try it." Chris encouraged.

"That's looks like it would hurt." Martin complained, crossing his arms.

"Martin! It's computer graphics! It won't cause physical pain." Chris replied, annoyed by his brother's recent behavior.

Martin sucked up, and started repeating what his brother was doing.

"So, why are we doing this?" Martin asked.

"We need to build a shelter, and we need the wood." Chris replied plainly.

"Why not use stone? It's more sturdy." Martin said as he started clearing away the grass and he made it to stone. He started punching at it.

"Ugh! Why won't it come up?" Martin asked frustrated. Chris had his back turned as he finished off the tree.

"If you do that without a pickax, you'll be there all day." Chris said laughing. Then he turned around, and noticed what his novice brother was doing. (A/N: This next scene is exactly what happened to me when I first started playing Minecraft! XD)

" MARTIN! What are you doing!" Chris yelled from the top of the hole.

"Trying to get the stone out, what does it look like?" Martin replied. Martin had broken one stone block.

"BRO! You can't just dig straight down! Now you can't get back up!"

"What?"

"Try jumping out."

Martin jumped, but the hole's surface was just out of reach.

" Oh No. CHRIS! GET ME OUT!"

"I can't! Minecraft players can't hoist up other Minecraft players. Even our bodies are under the Minecraft Control.

"Great." Martin said sarcastically.

Chris looked ahead, and saw the sun going down, then he knew there'd be trouble.

"Uh Oh. Martin, try punching the blocks like stairs so you can hop back out!"

"Okay."

Martin did as her was instructed. Chris could see stars forming now.

"Night time...not good." Chris said with a shaky voice.

"Why? What happens at night?" Martin asked as he came up form his stair escape from his hole prison.

"Everything! Monsters will start to spawn."

"Monsters? What kind of monsters?" Martin asked, holding his breath.

"Um, Zombies, Skeletons..."

"SKELETONS! Ok, I wanna go home now!"

"Relax, their not scary in the least bit. But watched out for them. Spiders can also see you in the nighttime, and there's (gulp) the Endermen.

"Endermen? What are Endermen Chris?"

"Trust me, you'll know when you see it. We have nothing to protect ourselves with. We need to make that shelter now!"

"But how, Chris? We only have 6 blocks of wood." Martin said sadly. Chris got a sly smile on his face.

"Maybe, but we can make wooden planks with them."

"Wooden...planks?" Martin raised his eyebrow.

"Ugh, just watch and learn."

Chris realized he didn't have the keyboard, so how would he do this? Voice activation maybe.

"Hmm...INVENTORY!" Chris stated, and a screen popped up behind him, that showed everything.

"Cool! It even has yourself in the corner." Martin pointed out.

Chris put his 6 blocks of wood into a slot on the top right, and little far over, he picked up 24 wooden planks.

"Perfect. Martin, split 50 50 with ya. Here's 12 wooden planks." Chris threw his planks to his brother.

"Thanks."

"Here, that hole you just dug yourself out of, might be useful." Chris said with a sly smirk.

Chris walked over to the hole, and noticed two players couldn't fit into it.

"Martin, I'll work on the walls, can you dig another hole just as deep right next to it?" Chris asked.

"Sure, no problem."

Martin started digging down, and when he met the stone again, he let out a groan, knowing how long it took for him to dig just one down.

Martin broke the stone at last, and Chris covered it with wood, to protect their heads.

"I wouldn't call that 'home sweet home' bro." Martin teasingly complained.

"I know. But we just need something to protect us from..." Chris stopped talking ass soon as he heard a hiss.

"What was that, Chris? It sounded creepy." Martin grind ed his teeth in fear. It was night, and he couldn't see what was making the sound, which made him even more frightened. Chris knew exactly what that hiss was.

"Oh snap!" Chris said, moving closer to his brother.

"Oh snap! You mean...OH SPIDER!" Martin yelled at he pointed his shaking index finger at the spider that was as big a Labrador retriever, charging right at him with eight red glowing eyes, hissing all the way.

Martin was frozen in fear, until his brother pushed him.

"C'mon bro! To the shelter!"

Chris and Martin ran for their little computer lives towards the small hole entrance. It was two blocks high, tall enough for them to pass through, but too narrow for the spider to pass through. To make sure nothing else came inside, Chris took one of his wooden blocks and blocked the entrance at the bottom, so they could see out.

Martin and Chris sat there in the dark, out of breath. Martin was hugging his knees. He never been so scared in his whole life. The spider that chased them, was now on the roof of the shelter, and hissing at them, knowing they were there. The hissing sound was simply horrifying.

Chris saw his older brother's worried look, and crawled to his side, and put his arm around his brother shoulder.

"Don't worry, nothing can get us in here." Chris reassured his brother.

"You sure?" Martin squeaked.

"I'm sure." But then Chris remembered, the monsters spawned where it was dark, and they had no torch in the hole. A creeper or something could at any minuet spawn in front of their eyes!

"Ah, but we don't have coal for the torch!" Chris thought.

Then he realized, the ground he was sitting on felt like it had little spikes in it. Was it coal?

"It's pitch black, I can't see a thing!"

"Why, Chris?"

"We need to put a torch in here, but we don't have coal to make it."

"Wait! Chris, does coal have little black squares in it?"

"Yes! Why?"

"I ran into some when I dug the second hole...and you're sitting on it."

"Yes! Do you still have those wooden planks I gave you?"

"Yep"

Chris took 6 of the planks.

"INVENTORY!" He stated, and the screen popped up again.

He placed 1 plank in all four pockets on the top right screen, and out came a weird looking table.

"What's that?" Martin asked.

"A crafting table. We'll need it."

Chris dug a space into the dirt, but didn't reveal the surface, and placed the crafting table inside. He then opened the crafting table, and placed 2 planks on top of one another, and made 4 sticks.

"What do you need sticks for?" Martin asked, getting annoyed that he didn't understand a thing Chris was doing.

"Martin, can you hand me 3 more wooden planks?" Chris asked.

"Sure. Here."

Chris nodded his head at his brother to thank him, but it was so black in there, you couldn't see it.

Chris took the three planks, and laid them in a row on top of two sticks, and out popped a wooden pickaxe!

"Okay, let's see if this is coal." Chris announced as he started punching the stone block with his pickaxe. Out came a small, black rock.

"Yes!" Chris rejoiced.

Chris took the rock and placed it in the middle of the crafting table, and placed a stick below it.

" Here Martin, take a torch." Chris said as he offered two to his brother.

Martin dug a small patch of dirt out and placed the torch inside. Instantly, the shelter was blinded with light.

"Well, now we won't have to worry about monsters spawning into our shelter." Chris pointed out.

"Thanks goodness!"

The spider heard the players inside the shelter, and called for backup. Soon, you could hear two sets of hissing mouths.

"THERE'S TWO!" Martin freaked, as his younger brother held him closer. Even though they knew they were safe, the hissing was to terrifying to hear. Then there was...growling?

"Uh, Chris? Tell me that was your stomach." Martin asked in a hopeful tone.

Chris leaned to the entrance that had a glass less window at the front, and he went pale.

"Chris, what is it?" Martin asked, thinking he didn't want to know.

"Uh, did you make a new zombie friend?" Chris fearfully joked.

"ZOMBIE!"

"Because he came to play."

It was almost like the shelter was surrounded! Zombies and Spiders and possibly Creepers! All showed no mercy.

Chris went back to his brother, who was shaking in fear over the horrifying sounds. Hisses, growls, crackling of bones, gunpowder nealry going off but fading away. All the MineKratts could do was hug each other and wait for the morning to end the torture.

WOW! That's a lot of typing! Took me over an hour. Now, appreciate my hard work and review! I mean...please review. :)