Author's Note - Hiya, this is CaptainClipy. You may or may not know me from my Land animations on YouTube. I thought I should tell you, this FanFiction has nothing to do with that series. Also, this is a Stampylonghead FanFiction. It will probably make ZERO sense unless you watch his YouTube videos. Anyhow, enjoy the story!

Chapter One: Havoc

CaptainClipy stands.

Crouched.

In a dimly-lit room.

Torches are hung on the orange walls, but all are burned out. Nobody has been in this room for quite some time.

At least, that's what they want him to believe.

He looks over his shoulder at the opening in the wall, where he had broken into to enter, because the front door is too obvious. Outside the hole, he can see the moonlit ocean. Beyond that, a massive clocktower pokes over the cloudline. From here, he can vaguely see that the clock has nearly struck twelve. he reaches into his pockets and pulls out a sheet of paper. Written on it, in comic sans, ("How non-evil," Clipy had said at first glance.) is one simple sentence: 'We leave at 12:00'. Clipy glances again at the clocktower. Almost there.

He pulls a block of orange wool from his pockets and places it in the gap in the wall. Everything is shrouded in complete darkness once again. He sits in the darkest corner of the room, where he waits, not wanting to be found by them.

Minutes pass.

Suddenly, as he was about to doze off, he can hear, very faintly, the 'DONG...DONG...DONG...' of the clock tower striking twelve. Almost immediately, the entire room comes to life. It begins shaking, and the sound of an engine starting up, only ten times louder, can be heard somewhere beneath him. Then comes the sickening feeling as the room begins to slowly, but surely, lift up off the ground, and into the air. The sounds are blazing, the g-force crushing him, to the point where he blacks out.

When he awakes, he realizes that the room is no longer in the same place that is was previously. Everything feels...different in some way. Light headed, Clipy gets to his feet and searches for the ladder. He finds it, with some difficulty, and makes the climb down, still blinded. Suddenly, he hears a loud 'BRRRUMMM!', and a blue light flashes at the bottom of the ladder. An explosion is heard. Then, the entire room starts tipping with a loud 'CREEEEAAAAK...'. It hits the ground with a sickening thump, taking Clipy's breath away.

He recovers, and, with some difficulty, crawls down the ladder, which now acts as a floor, until his hands touch cold metal. he can hear explosions outside as he tries with all of his might to break open the door.

It's no use, he thinks.

Just as he is about to give up, however, the door blasts from its hinges in a bright blue explosion. He gratefully clambers through the opening...and enters a warzone.

All he can see in the pitch-black night is blue explosions, shock waves, and large metal structures planted on to the red rocky ground, reminding Clipy of a mesa biome. He runs forward, into the warzone, hoping he doesn't get blown from his feet in a bright blue blast.

Then, right in front of his eyes, one of the grey buildings bursts into flame with a loud 'BOOOM!', causing Clipy to stumble and fall backward. Then, above all of the explosions, comes an ear-splitting engine-sounding noise to Clipy's left. He stares, shell-shocked, as a massive shape, larger than an extreme hills mountain, rises from some unknown hiding spot. It looks like a black upside-down dinner plate, only much, much larger. Lights cover its rim, the only indication that it is in fact there, and not just the night sky. Bright blue lasers shoot from some hidden weaponry mounted upon the thing, hitting one of the buildings. It explodes instantly.

By jove... Clipy thinks, watching the rubble as it slowly burns away in acid-like blue flames. Well, there's your proof.

Not wasting a single moment, Clipy turns on his heel and bolts, at top speed, directly towards the massive dark shape. He clambers atop one of the buildings, quick as he can, so now he can look down at the whole shape, in all of its glory, as it rises into the sky. He takes a deep breath, readying himself, and leaps down off of the building. He hits the - surprisingly smooth - death machine with an 'OOF!', and quickly recovers. He runs, with some difficulty, up the slanted surface, which probably takes about seven minutes due to the enormous size. As he pants for breath at the top, he makes the mistake of looking at his surroundings. Below him, he can see nothing but the faint red colour of land beneath him. Above? The dark star-filled night. It is very cold up here, and the wind threatens to blow him off of his feet. Feeling faint, he pulls an iron pickaxe from his inventory and, with some hesitation, swings it down onto the pitch-black metal. It cracks a mighty fine hole in the surface.

"Heh," he chuckles to himself. "and here I was, worried that it would-"

Suddenly, blue light explodes from the opening, blasting him straight into the air, screaming. He hits the smooth surface again with a 'thump!' that takes his breath away. Defenceless, he slips down the smooth surface, trying his hardest to get a grip on the surface, but with no avail.

I'm so screwed.

He screams in fear as he slides down, down, down...