Authors Note: A little story I've been working on in my spare time. Nothing much.
Disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft, have never owned Minecraft, and will never own Minecraft. (Mojang-Microsoft does)
How exactly I ended up in this situation is a very long story, and maybe I should have seen it coming. It had occurred to me, at least at some point, that trying to destroy the Overworld wasn't exactly the best way to avoid making adversaries. Okay, so I might have subconsciously acknowledged that destroying the other world was probably going to result in some sort of punishment, but this seems like a bit too much. I didn't even get that far! Honestly, you kill a couple of humans who happen to stumble into your realm, and suddenly everybody things you're the enemy.
Well, stumble might be a bit of an overstatement, but they were prancing around on the End Portal - prancing I tell you! All I really did was give a couple of then a little... shove, and they managed to fall into the portal all on their own. After that I was simply protecting my territory and my people from the evil invaders. If I'd let them leave alive they'd just lead more humans into the dimension, and while I don't particularly mind the occasional traveler (they do taste delicious after all...) I don't want to deal with a hoard of humans invading my dimension. Humans, you see, have this nasty habit of invading areas and driving off all the native species. Luckily, the motherland is still unassailable and unreachable without my permission.
Or, well, it was until the no-haired one decided to interfere. Why did that being have to interfere in the first place? It's not as if I was actually a threat to anyone. Sure I made a few empty threats and killed a couple of humans who stupidly trespassed on my territory, but I was never really interested in the Overworld. Who would be interested in that miserable heap of dirt? It's over seventy percent water! Oh, and don't get me started on the amount of Ender I lose every year to the place. If I had my way the dimension wouldn't even exist, which may or may not be related to how I ended up in this situation in the first place.
Besides, if I was actually interested in taking over a dimension I'd look more favorably towards one of the other dimensions: the Nether and the Aether. Unfortunately, those dimensions are closely guarded by beings that are rather, well, territorial, and conquering another dimension would be no small matter. Between the three headed king and the no-haired one I don't have much of a chance at conquering new areas.
I huff, mentally as my jaw refuses to move, and try to glare at my surroundings. They're nothing but a messy conglomeration of swirling colors and shapes due to my constantly swirling vision. You see, i'm being carried by a human, a miserable, wretched, week minded- Oh and not just by any human, no-, it just has to be a human hatchling too. As if being carried around by a human at all isn't degrading enough. At least an older one would be intelligent enough to carry my temporary body high enough for my wings to not drag around the ground. Honestly, I think to myself and stare down at the ground that is uncomfortably close to my eyes, how could this get any worse?
Ah, and there's that uncomfortable glint in the back of my mind that this, in fact, could be far worse. The repugnant layer of weeds the hatchling manages to drag me through only confirms that, the vile foliage breaking off into tiny pieces and attaching themselves to the sides of my current body. I never thought it possible for a patch of grass to agitate me so, but this tiny body has proven that even the smallest of things can be a great agitation. This form in itself is annoying: tiny, plush, lacking of all claws and my natural powers, and the fact that I am unable to move it through my own efforts only furthers the problem. As of now, I am incapable of escaping the clutches of the human hatchling, or even signaling to those of my subservient species that I am in need of rescuing.
However I am most certainly not in need of rescuing! Sure I am immobile and stuck within this body of wool and string, but I'm more than capable of escaping; though it may not be any time soon, I am capable of escaping at some point. My biggest concerns for the time being are simply in learning more about the hatchling who currently serves as my warden. Perhaps I can find a way to communicate with the hatchling, or manipulate the tiny human to do my bidding and release me from my temporary captivity? Unlikely, but certainly not impossible. Being stuck this way is aggravating, not to mention completely and utterly humiliating. If it were possible, I'd be lashing my tail right now, swinging the appendage out in all directions, and when I was done with that claw the nearest object to shreds and burn-
Of course I can't move, and I therefore can't do any of those things. I pause at the thought, and internally glower. At least I'm not in that confounded room anymore, I decide. That room, the blasted hatchling's room, has been my prison for so long I am still unsure precisely how long I was within it. For all I know I could have been locked away behind a wooden door for years, but the hatchling doesn't seem to have grown at all since I was given to it.
On that note, how long is the human life span? From what I've gathered they do age and die off at some point, but how long this process actually takes is still an unknown variable. It appears that humans get bigger as they age, as the hatchling seems dwarfed in comparison to the human that always watches over it. Unless of course humans are like cave spiders, and the smaller ones are the nastier more deadly strain of the species? That would explain why the no-haired one gave me to the hatchling and not to one of the older humans. Ha! Foolish no-haired one, thinking you could fool me with the physical appearance of my warden! I know your tricks and I'm not falling-
My head slams into a rock on the ground as the hatchling continues to drag me along. I try to hiss at the sudden jolt of pain, but find myself unable to move, much less make any sort of noise. Of course the hatchling would disrupt me right as I start to figure out the no-haired ones plan. I bet the hatchling can read my thoughts and has been instructed to disrupt them whenever they rear into possibly destructive territory. Of course the no-haired one would think of that, and to think I'm not even safe within my own thoughts anymore.
Concealing my thoughts for now is probably the best course of action. Turning my attention away from mind, I try to find something else to focus on. Unfortunately for me, my view goes something along the lines of: dirt, more dirt, a couple of trees, and the blasted hatchling. Unable to find any interest in the first three I resign to observing the hatchling once again. The human is tiny, not quite as much as the large-noses children, but still quite small by human standards; the hatchling is quite tiny in comparison with the other humans I've observed so far. It also, like the other humans, is wrapped in sheep skin of unnatural colors. I've never been able to understand why the humans follow such a strange and unusual custom. Perhaps they're trying to pass themselves off as sheep and hide from the night creatures of the Overworld? If that's the case they're doing a rather poor job of it as I, nor any other creature, would ever mistake a human and a sheep.
The hatchling also, like many humans, has a bizarre patch of fur stop it's head. I've never seen a human with red fur though, and I find the color to be utterly fascinating. The fur hangs down the young humans neck and collects to one side to drape down over its body. I continue to stare back at the hatchling, unable in removing my gaze from the little human who is still intent on dragging me through the woods towards Void knows what. The hatchling is also incredibly impulsive (even by human standards), is prone to injuries, and has a terrible habit of leaking from the eyes and clutching me far too tightly when the sky rumbles. Oh, and the creature likes water, going out to splash in the pools that collect after the sky water falls. The hatchling even had the audacity to bring me with it one time, dropping me in one of the puddles and soaking my current body in disgusting, acidic mud.
Then again, water doesn't seem to affect me in this form, though the feeling of being pelted by little particles of water is certainly not a pleasant one to a being who usually finds the chemical lethal, but perhaps this is how the humans feel about the substance. It didn't hurt per-se, but I was terribly cold for days after the little puddle fiasco while my new pelt dried. The hatchling also didn't take well to the water, growing pale and not leaving bed for several days after the event. Perhaps water actually is toxic to humans? There we are, information I can actually use to my advantage.
I jolt slightly as the human comes to a stop, wondering what in the four realms the creature is doing now. It stands by a structure of stone, and approaches the opening in the structure. The human waits by the opening for whatever reason, hitting the wood with its fist only to stop and wait. Wait, what? Wasn't it trying to destroy the thin wood block just a few moments ago? The hatchling was beating on it with its fist! Perhaps it have up though, I reason to myself, finding contentment in that answer. Of course, the hatchling is simply week willed and simple minded like the othe- but then the wooden block opens to reveal another human, a taller one with wheat colored fur upon its head. It stares down at my captor for a few moments before revealing its teeth. The Nether? It's threatening the hatchling? Perhaps my theory about the tiny humans being more dangerous then the large ones is correct. The little human bares it's teeth right back. "Alex? What brings you here little lady?"
"Hello Mrs. Thompson- is Griffin here?" The hatchling asks, trying to look through the opening of the stone structure. "I was wondering if he could come out to play?" I'm too preoccupied in staring at the hatchlings teeth to pay much attention to the conversation. No wonder humans are so tiny, they're teeth aren't even remotely sharp. How in the world do they eat? Human hatchlings don't look very threatening at all, even when presenting their teeth for a fight. Then again, maybe humans don't fight with their teeth? I can't say I've ever seen one bite its enemies head off.
The older human stops baring it's teeth for a moment - HA! It conceded victory! My human wins! - and closes it's mouth to think. "I think he's out back playing with some of the neighbor kids. You can head back there if you like, but you'd best be careful, they're a rambunctious group the lot of them." It lets out a weird drawn out breath, like it has breathing problems or something. "How is your mother by the way? I was going to visit her later this afternoon, bring over dinner."
"She's doing well, I was sick last week again, so she was a bit worried, but she seems alright." The hatchling pauses before baring its teeth and adding, "She'll be a lot better when daddy comes home." Apparently the hatchling is continuing to show its dominance over the bigger one. The words I don't understand must be curses then, and they must have upset the little human. Even so, the bigger human doesn't bare it's teeth again, clearly afraid of the one before it.
"Of course," The wheat furred human says. "I'm sure everything will be better when he comes home." Even the tone of voice the bigger human uses is quieter now; the little hatchling must have really scared the wheat furred one! "Oh, and where did you get that little plush toy of yours? I've never seen on like that before."
"Huh?" The hatchling mutters, and looks down at me. I don't have time to register the action before it hoists me into the air before the bigger one. Eh- wha-? "Cute isn't it? I named it Endy! A nice traveler man gave it to me a few weeks ago. I started telling about my dad, how he's been away for so long and everything, and then he just have it to me. He said I have to take really good cafe of it though, because he'll need it back some day." Are they talking about me? I think they're talking about me. How dare they talk about me when I can't understand what they're talking about. The bigger human bares it's teeth at me, reaching its paw forward to touch my head, and I have an intense urge to bite its paw right off. Confounded body of string and wool refuses to move though, and I have to suffer through the human's grainy hands running all over my face. Honestly, who does that? Do all humans just walk up to each other and start touching the other one? Even complete strangers?! I swear, I will never make sense of these creature's culture. There's far too much touching involved!
"Ah, well, I'll leave you be," The bigger human says. "Just head around the side of the house and you should find the others."
The hatchlings bares it's teeth again and waving its hand (threateningly?) at the other human before running around the side of the structure. My body bobs up and down uncomfortably as the smaller human runs, my tail snagging uncontrollably in a patch of weeds. Damn these confounded weeds to the depth of the Nether! When the human reaches the end of the stone structure it slows down a bit, stopping back to a more comfortable pace. I wait for my head to stop spinning from the sudden movement before staring around at my new surroundings. As the world comes back into view, I find myself staring up at a group of small humans. Oh dear sweet merciful void there's more of them. The little hatchlings cry out in different tones, having some sort of a welcoming ritual among themselves.
"Alex?" A brown haired little human asks.
"It's Alex!" Another one says. "Did you come to play?"
"Yeah, did 'ya? We we're playing Herobrine tag! Wanna join?" The wheat haired human asks, baring it's teeth at my captor. This one looks remarkably similar to the bigger human from earlier. "I'm it." The wheat haired hatchling bares it's teeth even more, straightening it's back as if it's proud of its last comment.
One of the little humans shoves the wheat haired hatchling. "You're not suppose to say that word! My mommy says that if you say 'his' name 'he'll' come in the night and eat you!"
"Eat you? Ha!" The wheat haired hatchling says with a weird chucking noise. "Like what, a zombie? I'm not scared of 'him'. Herobrine, Herobrine, Herobrine-" Not what in the blasted four realms is a 'Herobrine'? Is that another name for a zombie? Oh, wait, perhaps it's some sort of a slang term for something else? Or an exclamation of excitement of some sort? Though it could also be some sort of a curse word.
"Oh hush-" Another little humans cuts in. "How about we move on and do something else? I know, we could play kill the Ender Dragon." Wait what? All of a sudden there's five pairs of eyes staring down at me. All I caught was 'Ender Dragon' and 'kill', and I do not like where this is going.
"That's a great idea!" My captor replies happily. Is it agreeing with them? It's agreeing with them. Now just you wait a second-
"I'll go get the swords! We can go on a journey, and save princesses!" The wheat haired human calls out, running off in another direction. I relax a bit as it leaves, only to stare in horror when it returns with wooden swords in hand.
The hatchlings let out a murmur of agreement. "Yeah, and we can save the kingdom and be heroes!" Another hatchling calls out, snatching two sword from the others hands and handing one off to the human beside it. "It'll be an adventure!"
My captor places me on the ground and reaches for a sword. The little human grips the weapon and bares it's teeth. "Okay, but I refuse to be a princess! I want to fight too! It is my toy after all." Now just hold on for a second, I never agreed to-
"But girls can't be-" One of the little humans gets shoved by another with long brown fur atop its head. "Fine, you two can be adventurers too."
There's a round of cheers from the brown furred human and my captor. The hatchlings start moving around, moving pieces of wood around and scattering themselves around the yard. I watch for a few moments from my spot on the ground, still unable to move, as the little humans organize themselves around the clearing. As I watch them, swords in hand, and determined glints in their eyes, I can't help but wonder what I just got myself into. Well, got dragged into would be more like it as I had little say in the matter whatsoever. It's kind of difficult when you can't move or even speak with your captors.
So I find myself watching the little human before me, my captor, standing beside the wheat haired hatchling with sword in hand. The wheat haired human takes on a strange sort of fighting stance, swinging his sword around gleefully. My captor settles into a more natural pose, one a lot closer to an actual fighting stance than whatever wheat-hatchling is trying to do beside it. At least my captors stance can be considered an actual stance, clearly unpracticed and wavering yes, but still close or the real thing. Actually, the style looks vaguely familiar, as though I've seen it before- and the hatchlings all suddenly charge with a high pitch war cry.
Oh dear sweet Void, what did I get myself into this time?
Authors Note: Hello people of the Internet, Infinity here, and I have finally come out of my long time hiatus! Mostly just to be a one-shot (or three-shot) writer though this story is quite a bit longer then that. This is mostly just a light hearted drabble of a story, but there's sort of a plot as well. I may need a couple OC's for some of the following chapters? (Simple ones please? Just little members of the town Alex lives in.) Anyways, hope you guys liked it. (*may or may not have like twelve chapters of said story done already*)