A/N: Hey guys, Henderschmidt11 here with a Christmas special! I got this idea from a YouTube video (very typical right?) from 'BAHMLounge'. It's a co-owned channel by AviatorGaming, MlgHwnt, BigMacNation, and Burtgasm! The channel is focused on irl skits, bloopers, animations, and on occasion...pranks. So go and check them out; they are really talented and funny. And I hope you enjoy dis!
~ * ~ A Minecraft Carol: Mitchell Scrooge ~ * ~
***PART 1***
Mitchell's POV
"I'm…really sorry Seto, but it has been decided," a really 'depressed' Mitchell says, as the other members of Team Crafted nods with Benja, "You're out of Team Crafted."
"But…why?" Seto confusingly asks, "I thought we were friends."
"We got some business offers," Jerome shyly says with some regret, "Like ones that can change our entire lives for the better. But understanding that you probably want to keep your privacy, we went and shot the skit a-"
"I know when you guys shot it," Seto cuts Jerome off, "But, when did this become about business and money? I thought we would stick together. I thought we did this for our enjoyment as well as for our viewers and subscribers."
"It was buddy," Quentin genuinely says, "But, I guess things change." All Seto could do was just stare in disbelief. 'It was…?'
"Look, Seto," Mitch sighs, "we'll still be friends after this. I wish for no bad bloods between us, and whenever you want to, give us a Skype chat and maybe we can record just like when you were part."
"Ok," Seto releases a deep breath, once again taking a glimpse around the room especially at Mitch, "Um…it was nice…working with you. I wish y'all the best for the future."
"Same here, Jim," Ty smiles at Seto, and he cracks a small smile back, "Will miss you buddy."
"Miss you too Ty," Seto depressingly responds, giving Ty a quick guy hug. Once Seto got to the door, he took one more look at the Team Crafted house then back at the group who stood in a line watching Seto leave, "I understand why you chose me, but I just wonder…where were the guys that took me in? The guys that made me feel…loved. Like I had a family..."
And with that, SetoSorcerer left without another word…not even one was said for the rest of the night, as the seven members of Team Crafted went to prepare for the night.
That memory was kept on repeat in the one and only Mitchell Hughes's mind or in mine you can say. It's been haunting me for the past two weeks. But that happened like, what, four months ago? Why has it become so critical now? Oh, that's right: SetoSorcerer. Little did I know, those things wouldn't be haunting me much longer…
"Night Mitch," Jerome says halfway through his yawn, his top half of his body slipped between his room and mine.
"Night," I just flat out reply without looking up at Jerome; it's been a few hours since I got that flashback about the Seto event downstairs and it is still bugging me. I could tell that Jerome was the only one who wouldn't buy my fake smiles and laughs, and that also bothered me to some extent. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jerome flatten his lips before closing his door, since his room was right next to mine.
"It'll be over before you know it, Mitch," I talk to myself, throwing a plain maroon shirt over my head, "I'll just...sleep through the night, and I'll make a vlog tomorrow for the doods, explaining just a bit more to them. I'm sure they'll understand better about where I stand…" That last statement wasn't to convincing to me even with saying it out loud. Would they really though? I'll have to wear my hater blocker sunglasses tomorrow.
Taking in and releasing a deep breath I adjusted myself under my sheets, roughly tossing to the left then to the right twice before stopping and staring at the ceiling.
"Aw, screw it," I huff, pulling the covers up closer to my neck until all you saw was a third of my face. One last sigh was heard before I slowly shut my eyes, and-
"Mitchell Hughes," an accented voice rang in my eyes, making my eyes shoot open, "I am a ghost bringing you a message from the great beyond."
"Wh-what?" was all my mouth could muster to say, "Oh…it's just a figment of my imagination," I sigh in relief, my hand somehow lying on my chest out of shock.
"I'm afraid you are not dreaming my American friend," the…figure responds in a thoughtful tone, "There will be three ghosts that will haunt you at one in the morning to show you what you can do to avoid your dreadful fate."
"Jordan?" I squint my eyes at him, "Ha, ha, very funny, but if anything though you're better at PVP not pranking; should probably stick to that." I chuckle, but Jordan or PerpetualJordan doesn't join in.
"You have been warned Mitchell," Jordan narrows his eyes whilst saying my name before disappearing into my wall, as the window next to my desk opens. My head tilted back, as he left…out of thin air!
"Whoa…must have gotten drunk too much," I shook my head, a small yet sudden headache hitting me, "Has the hangover really started this early?" I take a look at the clock as it turned to 11:56p.m. in a blink of an eye, "Don't worry Mitch, you'll be sober in the morning."
~~~Time Skip~~~
A random chill brushed up my arms later that night. My teeth rattled, as I tried to open my eyes, since already a few sties rested on the corners of my eyes. Sitting up I saw another one of my friends…sitting on my desk.
"Matt?" I call out to the blurred figure, and I saw him…float to me?
"Hello Mitchell," he blankly says, standing where my feet would first land when getting out of bed, "I am your ghost…of Christmas past."
"What are you talking about, Matt?" I ask tempted to laugh as I asked, but decided against it upon seeing Matt's serious face.
"I am here to-"
"-show me my fate. I know, I know," I cut Matt off. Have I always been this grumpy when I am tired?
"That's not my job," Matt calmly sighs, "But I certainly feel sorry for whoever has to do it," he mumbles to himself. 'Maybe I wasn't supposed to hear that…' "But I shall take you somewhere I'm pretty sure you'll know." I knit my eye brows at Matt taken aback at what he just said.
"But how am I going to get to…wherever?"
"As crazy as it sounds, we're going to fly there," Matt casually smiles at me, "Come on, grab my shirt and don't let go."
"That is not hap-PENING!" I scream, as Matt forcefully takes my hand, causing me to grab a good clump of Matt's shirt. I started hyperventilating, as we gained more altitude while flying across California, until we reached just below the clouds. I look up to see Matt's somewhat annoyed face.
"This is my first time flying y…ou jerk," I stutter, then realize that we are on the ground.
"Here we are; Montreal, Quebec, Canada," Matt slumps his shoulders, straightening out his now slightly wrinkled shirt. It was only in part of the shirt that I held on for dear life for…
"This…this is my house," I state puzzled. Of course Matt knew this already since at one point we lived together.
"Ah yeah, I miss those times," Matt sighs in pleasure, "Remember when Jerome came over and he did that one vlog after your Los Angelis trip?"
"How ar-you read minds too?! My Notch!"
"Whoops…wasn't supposed to do that," Matt nervously chuckles but shortly stops, "You'll remember what day this is soon enough. This is back when Ty, Adam, Jason, Quentin, Ian, and Seto visit for the last time in this house as a group," Matt explains, as he takes my arm and leads me to the second floor into my room, and we watch me friends and my younger selves…
"Ok, you guys got us up here," Mitch loosely says, but his voice hinted some wariness, "What's so important?"
"Well, we all discussed this, and we want to add you and Jerome into The Crew," Ty proudly smiles at both of us. By this time, Jerome's and my jaws were dropped down to the ground and our eyes as wide saucers!
'Man…we were so young then…'
"Are you serious?" Jerome asks in disbelief. I'll admit, they have gotten us tricked really well at times, like really, REALLY well.
"Yes, we are serious," Quentin's smile got wider, "We're not pranking you guys, I swear."
"Well then, I accept!"
"Same here!" I agreed, a wonderful feeling spreading all over me. 'The Crew' members looked at each other, the same joyful expressions on their face.
"Welcome to the crew!" the whole group simultaneously greets, afterwards giving each other welcoming guy hugs.
I particularly watched as my younger self walked around and came across Seto, the last person I had yet to hug.
"So this is how it feels," Mitch smiles at Seto, one arm slung around the other's shoulder.
"Yeah, welcome to the crew. I look forward to recording with you," Seto genuinely says, shaking Mitch's other available hand.
"Same here, pal," I softly mouth along with my younger self, as I felt a bit caught in a the moment, watching as all of us went back downstairs.
"Good times right? Especially that one part at the end," Matt smugly says, nudging me once but enough for me to notice.
"Ok, ok, I get your point," I shudder, dusting where Matt had touched for no apparent reason, "Just take me back to Los Angelis."
"Whatever you say," Matt shrugs, "I just hope you learned something from this." And I was pulled into a great slumber; it wasn't a really peaceful one though…
A/N: And there's Part 1! Part 2 will be up tomorrow on Christmas Eve... our should it be later today? Let me know in dat review section and I'll see y'all later, regardless, with Part 2, where Mitch will encounter the ghosts of Christmas present and... future?