Hey ya'll, I hope you're having a great day and I hope to make it even better with this one-shot! Set in Trinity Island (which if you don't know, is a hardcore survival series that Tom, Jordan, Sonja, and Tucker are/were doing.) NOTE: I do NOT own Minecraft, any YouTubers mentioned, Trinity Island, and really, I don't own anything except the idea!

"What is this?" Tucker exclaimed and Sonja smirked, imagining her boyfriend smiling, yet slightly offended. She increased the volume on her headset, remembering the day she had woken up on this island.

She had opened her eyes to a bright blue sky in an unfamiliar place. When she had looked around, she had seen three people lying in the sand next to her. There was a green zombie-man dressed in a suit, snoring away. There was a young man in a tuxedo with a ragged v-neck shirt and red sunglasses. Then, there was another young man with unruly black hair, a red and white hat with a green design in the center, and a green vest.

Tom Syndicate, Jordan Sparklez, and Tucker Jericho. The names came to Sonja and she blinked, suddenly recognizing the three people. Now came for the next matter: finding out where she was. After a quick glance around, it was very apparent that she was on an island. There were two trees, a few animals, and another tiny island off in the distance.

She stood up but something rustling in her ear made her freeze. She raised her hand to the side of her head and felt a rounded, hard surface that felt strangely familiar. Headphones. It was only then that she noticed a small microphone in front of her mouth. That could only mean one thing. Sonja and the others had been placed on the island for a reason.

Sonja went back to building the house but froze when she heard Tucker scream.

"Here I am, off getting materials for - AUGH!" Tucker wailed. "CREEPER!"

Sonja's blood turned cold as Tucker was suddenly cut off, and a static noise filled her headset. It faded away but the silence remained.

"Tuck - Tucker?" Jordan whimpered, his voice high-pitched with fear. Out of the corner of her eye, Sonja saw Tom put his hand over his mouth, eyes wide and uncomprehending.

"He only had an iron chestplate," Tom choked. His voice cracked, "If the creeper pinned him against the wall..."

Sonja could only pull a book out from her pocket and stare at the cover. She remembered what Tucker had told her before he went down into the dark, endless, mine.

"If I die," he had said, "Read this on the night of my death. Remember, Sonja, I will always love you."

Sonja felt tears start to flow down from her eyes and she drew in a shaky breath. Tom remained stock still and Jordan was quiet. The fact of Tucker's death just seemed to have drained all life and energy out of them.

"Tucker," Sonja whispered, closing her eyes. She collapsed to the ground in defeat and the other two boys finally seemed to remember that she was there.

"Oh Notch. Sonja..." Tom swallowed. "Sonja, I -" Tom broke off, unable to continue.

"He's dead," Jordan murmured. "Tucker's dead."

"No," Sonja sobbed. "No."

"I'll go down and collect his items," Tom offered, still sounding stricken.

"I'll come with you," Jordan mumbled. "Will you be fine on your own, Sonja?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Go ahead," Sonja swallowed. In truth, she needed some time alone. Her heart felt like it was splitting in two and she took her headphones off, not wanting to listen to Tom and Jordan's whispering.

Tucker is dead. My boyfriend is dead. Sonja began to sob uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Tucker is dead.

Sonja sat on the cobblestone roof of their house and watched the dark blue ocean. The light from the red sunset illuminated the tears rolling down her cheeks. The breeze ruffled her soft brown hair and she pulled the hood of her jacket down, letting the chilly wind dry her tears.

Sonja took the book out of her backpack again and this time, opened it. The pages were clean and white, with neat cursive handwriting in black ink sprawled across them.

Taking a deep breath, Sonja began to read.

Sonja, if you're reading this, then I'm dead. But don't grieve for too long. I know you'll miss me, but whenever you can see the sunset, promise to remember me. Love, Tucker.

Sonja felt a sob catch in her throat and before she knew what she was doing, she had pulled out a quill from her backpack and started to write something just below Tucker's message.

Staining the sky
With fire, with blood
A blazing sphere
Burning the sky red
Cotton clouds
Dripping death
Flames consuming them
Day's last breath

R.I.P. Tucker, my beloved

A short, sad one-shot I decided to do, for mourning of Tucker's death in Trinity Island.

Oh, and the poem is original, by the way. I have it and a few other original poems on my profile, if you wanted to look at those.