AN: Trying to get off of my hiatus…meanwhile, here's a twoshot about the phobias of Team Crafted! I included Seto because I love him and he deserves it. Merry late Christmas, and have a Happy New Year, guys! :)

Quick note; Husky's is going to be the shortest. I don't know Vengelfe that well. :\ Sorry!

We'll start off with Ian, Quentin, Jimmy, and Jason. Tomorrow will be the rest of Team Crafted. Enjoy!

X

SSundee–

His greatest fear is staying insane and hurting his friends.

It's always a curse to him. You would only have a minute (when his glasses were taken off) before he turned crazy and turned on you, trying to kill you with cake. SSundee is always scared he would do it again. When he was a teenager, Ian got transferred to a mental asylum to try and calm his insanity.

It only succeeded in him killing someone.

…

10 years ago

A 15 year old SSundee was being shoved into a cell, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to keep his sunglasses on. "Mom, no! Please don't leave me in here!" SSundee wailed, staring at his mother.

The older woman wiped away tears. "I'm sorry, Ian, but this is for your own good." She nodded to the guard and he shut the door, closing off SSundee's screams with a slam of concrete.

Months had passed, and the other patients loved to make fun of poor SSundee. They would taunt him about his glasses, try to steal them, and even bullied him physically. SSundee's mental state was failing as he tried to get through life.

One day, though, one of the patients took it too far.

To this day, SSundee doesn't remember his name, but he knows it will always haunt his memory.

The boy – who had been diagnosed with something like anger management and constantly shoved Ian around – shoved his way to SSundee's corner, where he usually stayed. "Gimme your sunglasses!" He snapped, eyes glowing with anger.

SSundee barely looked up. "Please go away. I don't want anyone to take my glasses."

The boy snarled and clenched his fist. "Who do you think you're talking to, retard? Gimme your sunglasses and maybe I won't beat you into a pulp."

SSundee felt a growl rising up within him. "I already told you no."

The boy reached forward and slapped SSundee square across the face. Many gasps echoed through the room, and all the patients formed a ring around them.

SSundee stared up at him, and the boy felt a jolt of shock, but didn't heed it and snatched his glasses off.

"By Notch himself!" A girl screamed, fainting.

His eyes; icy blue and gleaming with vengeance. As everyone stared, the blackness of his pupils started to spread and a wicked grin started to form on his expression.

SSundee regarded this and smirked. "You have 50 seconds. Might wanna run."

Most of the people surrounding them screamed and ran, but the boy was frozen. He was just there staring into the inky black depths of his eyes, hypnotizing him.

SSundee stood up and reached into his ivory gown that the patients were required to wear, and pulled out a perfect cake. It seemed to be a mixture of vanilla and chocolate combined with red velvet and cherries on top with the perfect amount of whipped cream.

Upon closer inspection, it wasn't red velvet.

"30 seconds…" SSundee hissed, cackling as he picked up his cake.

Sweat started to drip down the boy's forehead, and he blinked as the time slowly ticked away.

"5…4…3…2…1…it's killing time!" SSundee screamed, tackling the boy.

He opened his mouth to scream but was cut off by cake being shoved down his throat. He could taste the salty and coppery tint of the blood and cried out again, his trachea closing up and all the breath leaving his body.

Luckily for the boy, his heart gave out before anything physical could hurt him anymore, and he gave into the darkness with opening arms.

…

SSundee will always remember that day. He remembered when the guards were dragging him away, the stench of blood and cake rising from the dead body. SSundee remembered when he was screaming the whole time when they had found his glasses.

"I'M SORRY!"

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"

He remembered the horrified look his mother had given him.

"Ian…I'm denouncing you. You are no longer my son."

Tears had been streaming down his cheeks.

"Mama, no! Please don't go! I'll try to change, I promise!"

His mother had only shook her head and waved her hand to get rid of him.

The guards had thrown him out into the woods, intending to kill him for being a murderer. They sent dogs after him with SSundee trying to find shelter.

In his haste to get away, Ian dropped a cake on accident and the dogs stopped to eat it, tired after running for a long while.

Praising Notch for his luck, SSundee traveled onwards, tired, hungry, and wishing for a companion.

He would find one sooner than he thought.

A few hours later, he came across a village set on fire. Flames danced in the air and embers sparked on wooden houses. Horrified, Ian ran to see if anyone had survived.

A voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Hey, you! Kid! Dude with the cool looking sunglasses!"

SSundee froze and looked up, startled.

A strange, furry creature was sitting in a tree, holding a human boy in his lap. The boy seemed to be passed out and his hair dusted with smoke.

SSundee blinked. "Me?"

The creature grinned. "Yeah, you! Hey, by any chance, would you have any food? My buddy here is kinda starving. I saved him from the fire."

SSundee nodded, wondering if he should make friends with them. They seem nice…and I'm pretty sure they won't kill me. Yeah, I'll do that.

Ian pulled out his cake, smiling sheepishly. "Want any cake?

HuskyMudkipz–

His greatest fear is losing Vengelfe.

His gorgeous Annie.

Husky always remembers the time when he saw her photo for the very first time, and his heart just melted in her gaze.

...

Omegle. One of the places Husky usually liked to visit.

He headed through fans, talking to them about Pokémon and other fun things. He waved and clicked the 'Disconnect' button, getting ready to finish with the last person. "Alright, hi person, pardon me if I'm tired–"

And he froze.

Staring back at him was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen in his life. Long red hair, dark blue eyes…Husky felt his heart beat a million miles in a second.

The girl laughed and spoke. "Sorry about that. It's actually daytime where I am. My sincere apologies."

Husky shook his head rapidly. "No no, I'm sorry. I'm in America. You sound British though."

The girl saluted him. "Spot on, Mr. Mudkip."

He realized that he was wearing his Mudkip shirt and groaned loudly. "I get that a lot. I'm Husky or Quentin. What's your name?"

The girl smiled, showing pearly white teeth. "Vengelfe, or Annie. It's nice to meet you Husky."

He smiled as well. "It's nice to meet you too, Annie."

It was the start of a wonderful friendship that soon blossomed into love.

…

Husky paced nervously in his room, clawing at the gray suit he usually wore. He was expecting the call soon, at any moment now…

Ring, ring.

He lunged for the phone.

A laugh made him smile. "Were you waiting for my call?"

"Of course," Husky said smoothly. "I would always wait for you."

"How sweet," Annie laughed. "I'm halfway there."

"Awesome! I can show you off to Team Crafted. I'm so excited for this." Husky grinned.

Annie let out a soft sigh. "I love you, Husky. I'm glad I'm going to be able to stay for a while."

"So am I, Annie." Husky smiled through the phone. "So am I."

Setosorcerer–

His greatest fear is being kicked out, becoming an outcast to his friends.

It happened all throughout his life. No one wanted to talk to the crazy, potion making guy.

Why? He always wondered. Why did it have to be me?

…

Many years ago

Seto trudged through the prison that was high school, trying to ignore the taunts and insults thrown at him. He could put up with it but only for a short time.

Finally, he just couldn't handle it and pulled out an invisibility potion. Everyone screamed and ran, not wanting to get 'turned into frogs' or something stupid like that.

Not even caring, Seto tossed it in the air and felt the particles surround him. He lifted his hand and saw only the floor. A sigh escaped his mouth and he headed to his lunch spot; the huge oak tree outside the cafeteria.

Seto climbed the biggest branch and balanced himself on it, pulling out an apple and observing it thoughtfully. What am I supposed to do?

It was when he noticed one of the major bullies about to head into the cafeteria.

Sick of all the crap, Seto flipped the apple and shot it at the bully at high speed.

It nailed him in the face as he turned around, and he howled in outrage. "WHERE'S THAT STUPID SORCERER?! I'LL BLOODY KILL HIM!"

Seto was already invisible and headed for home, pride flickering off him.

He was nearly home when he saw the shooting star–wait, that wasn't a shooting star…

He took a few steps back and stumbled as the spacecraft slammed into the ground, a dust cloud billowing and rising into the clear air as Seto coughed.

A glass door opened and out stepped a boy, stretching and feeling all his bones crack. "Wow…this planet looks awesome! What's your name?"

Seto was so surprised he nearly fell. "Seto, or Jimmy. Are you an alien?"

The boy shrugged. "Will you still call me that even if I want to be your friend?"

A grin spread over Seto's expression. "You look pretty normal, given the spacesuit. What's your name?"

The boy blinked. "You'll be my friend?"

"Yeah!"

The boy smiled as well. "Nice to meet you, Seto! I'm Jason!"

MinecraftUniverse–

His greatest fear has already happened; his home was destroyed along with his family, and he fears that one day he'll lose his friends too.

He was only just a child when it happened, but his parents built him the suit, and it enabled him to remember everything that happened this very fateful day.

…

"Don't let him go!" TrueMU's father yelled, running alongside his wife, who had Jason bundled in her arms and running to an escape capsule.

The infant was sucking on a bottle and gazing at his surroundings, watching bombs blow up and explosions shattering the calm. His planet was being annihilated before his eyes.

The glass dome that prevented space itself from killing the people was starting to crack. Pretty soon, all the air would be sucked up and everyone would be killed instantly.

Upon seeing this, Jason's father pulled a tiny spacesuit from his backpack and put all the pieces on his son, except for his head.

The parents gazed upon their child with absolute love and pride in their eyes, tearing up. They would never see their son again after this moment.

"Jason…make us proud, okay?" His father whispered, ducking his head to kiss his baby on the forehead. "I installed the Memory Core to help you remember us. Just remember that we love you very much and you will have a fantastic life on whichever planet you land on."

Jason gurgled and patted the bottle, which was empty. On instinct, his mother pulled out another bottle and handed it to her son. Tears welled in her emerald green eyes and she looked at her creation and inspiration for her life.

A perfect mixture of his parents. The eye color and curls from his mother, the flecks in his eyes and hair color from his father. His mother started to cry as she fiercely pressed her cheek against his. "I love you Jason, and I hope you will never forget us. You are my greatest achievement that I have ever done and our love shines brighter than the stars for you."

"Mama? Papa?" Jason murmured his first words, staring at his parents.

His mother completely broke down and his father sobbed as he closed the capsule door. "We love you Jason. We wish you luck on your journey."

Above them, the glass dome cracked and a stream of space shot through.

His father pressed the button–

The entire dome shattered at that exact moment–

And Jason shot off into the galaxy, his escape pod twirling in circles. His father gave his farewell by pressing three of his fingers against his lips and extended outwards, holding himself up with pride as tears streamed down his cheeks.

Jason wouldn't have known where to go if he hadn't crashed landed–in his teenage years–near the house of one, strange yet friendly sorcerer.

…

TrueMU wiped a tear away, the image fading before his eyes once more. He rubbed his bloodshot eyes, trying to compose himself before the dinner bell rang.

A soft knock on the door startled him, and his head shot up.

Seto stood there, smiling sadly. "You too, huh?"

TrueMU faked ignorance. "What?"

Seto rolled his eyes and sat down next to him on the bed. "Don't lie, Jason. You're not the only one having those dreams as well. All of Team Crafted's been having them."

Jason eyed him suspiciously. "Why did you come to my room then?"

Seto chuckled softly. "I just heard Husky talking on the phone to Vengelfe, Deadlox headed to Sky's room, and SSundee rushing to Jerome and Mitch's room. The way you came to Team Crafted is connected with mine and the rest have their own ways."

TrueMU leaned back on his bed. "I feel like all of us should tell each other at dinner what happened."

Seto nodded. "I'll suggest it to Adam. He's obviously going to say yes to this."

Jason smiled. "Awesome. Time to hear what the rest of the fears are for Team Crafted and put them to rest. This'll be fun."

The dinner bell rang, and the two friends got up, brofisted, and walked off to dinner.

X

AN: Until next year! ;D

Thanks for a pretty okay year, 2013! ~Wolfy