Flip was walking down the path into the villager. She jumped in the well. It was unusual for a person to do this but it was a special occasion. She had to reach the bottom. Her sides began to hurt. She was dying but it wasn't too far now. She reached the bottom of the well. She was surrounded by a bright light.
"State your name!"
"My name is Taer Nined Mimn Moty V.B.," she replied back.
"State your business!"
"I volunteered in Project Zeta." she was shielding her eyes.
"You may pass."
The iron door in front of her opened. Leading her down a passage. The walls were smooth stone. She hated smooth stone. She thought harvesting it was a pain and she barely used it. There was an iron door with a glass frame around it. She looked at the iron door as a mirror. She pushed her dark brown hair out of her face. She was tanned with freckles. Her blue long-sleeved shirt was completely soaked. Her jeans looked weird sagging against her skinny body. She pulled her boots up and was about to enter.
*crash* A man named Steve ran into her. "I'm so sorry. Now where is that lever…" he began breaking down the glass.
"Are you a griefer?" only griefers acted like this. "The lever's right here."
Steve looked up ", Hi Fiona! No and thank you."
He pulled the lever back and walked in. He leaped upwards into boats by "using" them.
Flip followed him. They went into a room called reception. It was no going back. She greeted a few. One named Tobuscus, another named Slyfox. There was some golden apples she would've liked to eat but was too full from her meal earlier.
"Quiet down. Quiet. Thank you. As you all may know, my name is Notch," everyone cheered ", I am also known as the savior.. the one.. yada yada. But I am also known as the one who created Project Zeta. That is what I want to be called. I'm not a god or anything. We're all going to be separated. Each and every one of us. Killed. Dead. But I, I've created a pill that will freeze you for about one million years and less."
Someone knocked milk on the back of Flip's shirt. It was no other than Steve.
"Wow! This guy is amazing."
Flip twitched ", If I could, I would strangle you. I would stuff my foot in your mouth. I will kill you one day. In fact…" she took out a bow. It was glowing purple.
Everyone began to scream.
"Violent Builder! Put that away! We need all the volunteers we got."
Flip put her sword back and took off her shirt, revealing another shirt folded underneath her bra. Everyone gasped at how flat-chested she was. Skinny, flat-chested, but an excellent builder and an even more excellent bowswoman.
Notch had some guards take away some people. Flip was just glad he didn't kick her out.
He began talking but Flip blanked out. She couldn't see. Cold, dead fingers were grabbing her face. She was hit by a tall black figure with glowing purple eyes. An arrow was stuck in her right lung. She couldn't breathe. The blood of her parents were splattered against the walls of her room. She heard screams. Horrible screams. She was falling. Curled up in a ball. A sword made of gold was inhaled in her leg. She was quiet.
"Wake up! Flip, we're moving to the freeze capsules!" Steve was holding her face.
People were telling her to get up. She recognized a few, while the rest had a bunch of numbers as or in their name. Someone tripped over her right leg.
She got up and ran as far away from Steve as she could. Her face was bright red. Everyone had gotten into the capsule. Enclosed, she was to dream for a million years, or less.
Screaming was heard. The claustrophobics were being pulled out of their capsules, followed by the achluophobics. Flip should have screamed and left, but she stayed. She was a failure. A hallucinating, anhidrosic, violent freak.
She needed to sleep right now but she couldn't. The name calling wouldn't start in another hour.
Flip saw the scene again. In the dark. The tall, slender man with glowing purple eyes. She was in a test chamber, only four years old. Her first test was outside. She was excited. She's never been outside before.
She heard there was a light called the sun instead of millions of lights with different colors. This one light also gave warmth. Her lights never did this. There was strings in the ground called grass and soft cushions called moss and multi-colored things called flowers that had yellow stuff in the middle. The outside must have been a strange place.
Her mother and father walked into the room.
"We're proud of you Fiona!" Vienna rubbed her forehead.
Her father looked at her. He couldn't speak. He signed "We love you and are very proud of you. Have fun on the surface."
Fiona nodded and a red light and siren went off. Her mother grabbed onto her hand. She stopped.
"They're here. The new test subjects. They're… dead…" Vienna sat down and held onto Fiona.
Glaie took out his sword. Swarms of subjects were coming in. Fiona was immediately struck with an arrow in her leg. She wasn't crying. She wasn't screaming. Everyone other than herself and her father was screaming. The arrow only felt like a ball pressed against her leg. Another arrow was shot at her chest. Fiona was trying to find her mother. Everyone was screaming in the rooms next to her. Creatures with dark black eyes were punching her hard. Ear-piercing screams were heard. Fiona found her mother's hand. It was cold. It shouldn't have gotten so cold so quickly. A creature with half of it's face ripped off stabbed her in the leg.
There was an explosion. Her leg was flung right off. It would heal. She closed the door and put a lever on it. The walls were covered in blood. Fiona wasn't breathing. She reached the medical help button. They would come. They know she survived. She curled up and fell asleep. Along with not having feelings of pain, she didn't have feelings for others.
The agony was felt. Horrible afflictions. It wasn't physical or mentally. Nothing she can do about it now.
She began choking. A small tube dropped a pill and and a glass filled with water. Gratefully, she took it.
Names were being called. Those who pressed the button after their names were called were considered "present."
"Alsmiffy?"
After a billion names called that started with numbers, the "A's" were called. Even though people called her names that started with "F," her real name started with a "T." Taer Nined Mimn Moty V.B.
"Captain Sparklez?"
It was taking quite some time. Wait… Something was happening. Blood was dripping down the walls. Eyes were staring at her from the floor. Grey and dead or bright purple and glowing. Both were staring at her from the floor. She backed up on the small, round table in the corner of the room.
"Nova? Um… Uber… Haxor…"
She was being shot. Arrows were being shot into her. It didn't hurt. It felt like nothing. She felt like nothing. Bloob was dripping from her neck, where a golden sword was slicing itself into her neck. Her breathing stopped.
"Flip?"
Everyone was screaming. Anguish and agony.
"Taerninedmimnmoty V.B.?"
There was a button. The medical team would help her. She pressed it.
"Thank you for being present."
The room flashed. She slowly stepped back on the floor. The eyes were being smashed under her foot. Blood was squish it's way between her toes. Bones were scattered along the corners of the room. Rotten flesh was covering the ground.
"Tobuscus…?"
"Hahaha… Lovely. I love blood red."
She dipped her fingers into the blood covering the walls and rubbed her hand all over it. The white walls were now blood red. She lined the eyeballs along the walls. In a pattern. The rotten flesh was lined against the ground like a carpet.
"The room looks lovely."
She twirled into a circle and absorbed the atmosphere.
"Trottimus?"
The room flashed. It was back to its original white.
She laid down. Sleep was calling.
"ZetaAlpha?"
Sleep wasn't calling. It was the pill. She was going to freeze up soon. The pill was distributing itself throughout her body.
"Lovely. I feel as though I am falling asleep. A real sleep. Death."
She covered herself in a blanket
Steve was playing with his pickaxe. It was only a mini one. He hammered it into the bed frame. The results were only small dents.
That girl… She sure is popular. I like her but she seems as though she doesn't like friends. He parents are dead too… The massacre for creating a new world… Those test subjects...… Did we come from the same year? I… feel so tired… Fiona… and I… will… find… ev…
He fell on top of the bed. Frozen. Dead.
Everyone's heart began to stop. Everyone was dying. Freezing up to wake up another thousands of years later or to never wake up at all.
A small blonde with green eyes was sitting on a rock with a friend of his.
"The people underneath us are being frozen. Frozen to their death. They'll wake up…" he turned to the red haired girl ", If our kingdom was to fall, would the government find out about the huge facility underground?"
They both had green eyes.
"Herobrine could come anytime. He'll block the entrance from the government, of course."
They held each other's hand.
"Herobrine is awesome! I want to be him when I grow up! Doesn't he seem so cool?"
The blonde nodded ", I want to have eyes like him, be able to sprint as fast as him, teleport… it'll be so cool!"
"He is awesome!"
The red haired girl grabbed an egg from a chicken nearby.
"Hey Thunder-grass? If I throw this egg into the air, and if four baby chickens pop out, we are going to make sure to become Herobrine when we grow up!"
"Fire… The chances of an egg actually have four chickens crammed inside it is so low."
Fire stared at the egg ", Well… I can…"
In a quick throw, she launched the egg into the air.
It fell centimeters from their head. Two baby chickens landed in their laps.
"Fire! How did you do that?"
Thunder-grass grabbed onto her tunic and stared at her hands.
"Are you modding? Hacking?"
Fire giggled and head-butted him.
"No, silly! It was just pure luck!"
They began in unison after pricking each other with needles Fire took from a sowing kit to keep in her pocket ", Cross my heart," they made a cross out of blood on their tunics ", and hope to die," they covered their chest and made an "X" with their arms, lolled their tongue back and looked at the sky ", Stick a needle in my eye," Fire and Thunder stabbed their needle into their arm. They had knotted a string around the small hole so they could pull it out. They allowed a tiny amount of blood to flow. The duo allowed the blood to flow into each other's vein.
"It's a promise then."
They pulled the needle out.
"We are going to become Herobrine."
The red-haired turned away.
"I wonder why our government and adults don't want us to learn about Herobrine. Or griefers…"
"My aunt Fiona is fine with griefers. She says she'll just kill them."
Fire smiled ", You have a funny family heritage! My parents don't have any sisters or brothers and are boring themselves. Like your grandparents, mine are dead too."
"I wonder what happened those during what they call the 'Outbreak?'"
"I once heard that six hundred thousand people died during the 'Outbreak.'"
Thunder-grass gasped and turned around to punched a pig.
"Aunt Fiona loves to talk about the people who died during the 'Outbreak,' like how grandfather was mute and grandmother's name was Vienna. Mom said she was four years older than Fiona."
Fire began to talk ", My mom wouldn't talk about it. She'll stop doing her stuff and scream. Dad would start screaming too. They would bang on the walls and knock paintings down. Once, dad started attacking someone for saying ', the vase fell out and broke.'"
"Oh… can… I braid your hair?"
Fire laughed at him.
"You can braid? Not very masculine."
Thunder stabbed her with a stick.
"Yes or no? I do it with grass all the time!"
Fire punched him.
"Sure!"
They stared at the chickens.
"Wait… Thunder-grass, get some wheat."
She dug a hole. 2x2x2. They gathered the chickens into the hole. Four baby chickens. They covered the hole up.
"Wait! Even better! I stoled some Myce… mer… mycelium… from the man-made stronghold!"
"Give me two to put over the hole!"
"Okay. One cubic meter of me… haha."
They put a "/" into the ground marking the promised chickens.
"Let's go home. It's getting late. You don't want to see an Enderman."
Fire agreed. Hand in hand, they walked back to the town.
Fire hated Endermen. One attacked her a long time ago. Fiona, and three others killed it. It wasn't scary, just suprising. She lived the attack. She later thanked everyone for helping her escape the unneeded mobile. It gave her a pearl which she was allowed to keep on a necklace.
Thunder-grass crossed his arms.
"Is something the matter?"
Fire touched his shoulder.
"I wanted to braid your hair. You have nice hair. Long… red and yellow hair."
Fire nodded.
"Go ahead braid it. Don't tangle it up!"
Thunder gratefully took it and began to braid it. Once it was completed, he rolled it up and pinned it.
Fire always forgets why he had pins. He used it to break into rooms.
"Thanks, Thunder-grass. I'm going now! Bye!"
Her smile is magical. Lovely. They both didn't love each other as a couple, more like siblings.
He jumped on the roof of a building, ran to the opposite side and took a running jump to another building. He kept jumping, only to stop when his building approached. His favorite tavern came up. He grabbed the edge of the second floor canopy. After pulling himself up, he took a breath of air.
"Three more buildings…"
He jumped. He landed. More running and jumping. His building was diagonal from him. He stopped to breathe again. A cloth covering the goods of a shopkeeper was where he could finally touch ground.
"Hello, Thunder-grass!"
He turned around and made sure the thick cloth was still up and wasn't falling down.
"Hello, MadameMine."
He walked out pass the well and stared at his reflection.
Freckles, tanned skin, green eyes, blonde hair… people told him he looked like an extinct race called a german. Fire-fish was an irish. It didn't matter he was home.
"Good evening mother, father…"
He crouched over a small, dark haired infant.
"… 100,029,763."
His mother walked up behind him.
"Your auntie is gone."
He laughed.
They all laughed.
The psychopath was dead
