The (not legit) story of Simon and Bodil

Chapter 1 New Server

Bodil's pov

I just joined the server. Vikkstar has invited me, and I can't wait to start building my place! I walk over to where Vikk has designated…next to someone named…

"Simon," I breathed,excited to meet my neighbor. I knock on his front door. It opens.

"Hello!" I greet in my thick Bulgarian accent. "Nice to troll- I mean, meet you, Simon." I extend my hand for him to shake.

He looks at me, sizing me up like I was an opponent in the Hunger Games. I looked at him too, noticing his gray pants, his blue t shirt with nothing on it, his brown hair flattened on his head with an excessive amount of hair gel. He started to creep me out with that intense stare.

"oh," he roughly said in a thick Bulgarian accent. I'm Bulgarian and I had trouble understanding him. "You must be Bodil. I'm not impressed."

Simon's pov(Before Bodil showed up)

Ugh. So many people who can't play Hunger Games on this server. Wait a minute…I have a neighbor? Oh no. Why did you do this Vikkstar. You promised that this section would be private, just for me. With just me and my incapability to cope with other-

This person knocks on my door and comes in to my house. " Hello!" he greets in a Bulgarian accent. Well at least he's not too foreign and I can understand him perfectly. I look at him. Not much to look at. He's very scrawny, with atuxedo-wait, what?- with an orange and yellow tie. He has sunglasses. Even though its dark out.

He's obviously never played Hunger Games.

Bodil's pov ( that night)

I hear them. There hissing with authority. They obviously never met the troll king.

Simon's pov

I hear battle cries and the hissing of angry creepers. Everybody knows this server is on hard mode. It's also hardcore. No one would dare try to battle the creepers. I look outside to see the new kid, Bodil, try to kill one that has a silver band around its neck…oh no.

I run out to save him. " BODIL! ARE YOU CRAZY?! THAT'S ONE OF THE QUEEN'S GUARDS! Go back to your house RIGHT NOW!"

He looks at me with an expression I haven't seen on anyone's face in years.

Bodil is a troll at heart.

Oh no not this again, I moan. I take out my lucky bow and shoot the creeper in the face. Bodil collects the gunpowder and puts in in his inventory. I glare at him in disgust and run back to my house.