This is Gallade Lover again. I decided, after my flash drive got stolen, that I shouldn't do One-Shots. Not my style, (I have tasty lemon for my side story, which is The Adventures of Gallade, soon. I hate tests.) So after renewing my Minecraft account, my buds and I, which consists of 3 guys and 3 gals, decided that I should write a Minefiction. Minecraft Fanfiction. Dumb, but effective. So yeah. Here's my prologue.
I groaned, coming out of unconsciousness. I tried to change up, but failed. I looked at my feet and groaned. My left foot was dislocated. I grabbed it and tried to twist it back to place. I failed the first 2 times, almost succeeded the 3rd and 4th time, but finally got it fixed on the 5th try, earning me my leg back and a yelled out in pain.
I attempted standing up again. I succeeded, but started to fall over. I lunged out and grabbed the base of a tree. I grunted, I was in pain everywhere. I looked around, somehow my vision was clear. I was on some type of plains. Flowers filled it as the season was spring. A lazy bumblebee was pollenating some flowers.
I saw something dark green with dark spots and gray spots nearby. It took a bit to recognize who it was, but I gasped. Creeper!
It seemed to be knocked out as well. I guessed at this, but still, it could blow up any moment. If it did, I would be much more wounded, (yes…I could be even more,) or dead on my condition. I looked up at the tree, I needed a makeshift weapon.
I saw what I was looking for, a stick. It was maybe 10 feet above me. I winced; there was no way I could get it, even if I jumped at full health. I could climb the tree yes, but not in my condition. I looked back at the creeper. I could go around it. It was facing me so if it moved even an inch, I would know.
I groaned mentally as I limped toward the creeper. I got maybe 3 feet in front of it before I started to walk around it. It was much taller than any other creeper I knew. I got about half-way across from it before I gasped. This was no creeper! This creeper was wearing jeans!
I fell to my knees and let out a yell of pain. I closed my left eye in pain as I studied the figure now. Pants. Yes. They were pants. Blue jeans. The figure wore shoes as well. Small feet. I looked up on the figure and slapped my head in retardedness, it was a hoodie! I should've know!
It had its zipper up, so the face was a creeper. I looked around my surroundings, making sure no creatures were sneaking up on me, but I slapped myself again, it was sunny! No creatures would be out to begin with! I also noticed that this wasn't the place the figure landed at. 3 feet back I saw the grass was smoothed out, like the figure has dragged itself to the location that it layed at.
I moved my hand to the zipper and grabbed it painfully. My hand hurt too much for me to even close it. I slowly zipped it down and a tuff of long brown hair popped out. It was human, I guessed, female most likely.
I zipped some more down and got it almost unzipped when her head popped out. Blood covered it. There was a lot. I looked away, she's dead. I hoped not, she was cute, but also, why was she unconscious too? I looked around and saw my answer.
There was a cliff about 20 feet away from our position. There were dirt blocks floating around the bottom of it. I figured that we were walking and it caved in and we fell, but I did I see the girl? Do I know her?
I poked her sides, hoping to get a reaction, but nothing. She was either dead or was out cold. I groaned as I stood up, my knee's popping. I was in high school and I was taking a class on survival in the land of Minecraft. Rule #2, make shelter. I don't have enough time to make a good shelter, so I limped my way to the dirt blocks and took the ones floating about.
I limped back to the girl and took count of how many blocks I had. A stack of 64 and 22 extra. I took the stack of 64 and started to build a make-shift house of dirt. I only made it 5 by 5 by 3. I had some blocks left over, so I kept them in my pants pocket. The sun was going down when I blocked the exit from the outside world.
I dragged the girl, making sure I wouldn't hurt her further I leaned her in one of the corners of the house and let her be. I groaned as I sat down on the opposite corner of the corner she was at. This was going to be a long night.
My stomach growled. I needed something to eat. I wasn't thirsty, thankfully. I looked at the girl, taking in her features. She had brown hair, nice curves on her body, tall, maybe 6 ft. Her rack was maybe C size, could be D….
I looked away, No. I shouldn't be thinking about these things….Not now anyhow. Theirs other stuff that's important right now. Food…water….better shelter…weapons….wood….fire….bed…
I sighed, Why was I here? What happened? Do I know the girl? Are my parents worried?
So many questions were unanswered as I drifted off to a deep sleep.
Review please! Also, thank you Poke-lover1995 for the Oneshot idea. I decided to put that in my Pokemon story so I would like other One-Shot requests as well for reviews.
