Chapter 1: ProG's_XYZ
Their voices rand out loudly through the underground castle walls, waiting, anticipating for their leaders to show. Finally, after an hour of waiting, a black and blue clothed boy stepped out onto the balcony before his followers.
The boy smiled and raised his diamond sword for all to see. All cheered, screaming with enthusiasm and pride at their leader.
"Are you ready?!" He screamed over their voices.
"YES!" Everyone screamed. A girl dressed in green with the creeper logo tattooed onto her neck stepped out onto the balcony, a dark grin plastered to her face.
"Who are we?!" She yelled
"PRO G'S!" they hollered back. The girl nudged the boy clothed in black.
"X, they're ready. We should start loading the teleport." She whispered.
"I know they're ready, Cats. They've been ready since BestCraft." The boy, X, replied. Cats shuddered at that name X called her.
"I don't go by that anymore. You know that, X. It's just Frozen now." She hissed. X rolled his eyes and turned back to the audience.
"To the teleport, Pros! Tomorrow is the where the fun begins!" X called. Immediately, whoops and hollers roared about, as multiple people marched in perfect line and sync, toward a large redstone teleport, stolen from one of the very creators of Minecraft.
X and Frozen stood side by side, programming a new server into the teleport.
"So, who's on the list now?" Frozen asked. X smiled as he located the address.
"Something called BloodOfMiners. Perfect. Sounds interesting." X replied, and locked the door, pushing several buttons.
"Everyone ready?" He asked. Various screams answered his ask with a yes.
"Remember, they won't fight you! Remember watching them build friends just like you! Remember their treason to you! They deserve this! They have notch? We have the Pro G's, who've stolen from even the creators of minecraft before! What's another "god" to us?! Let's destroy them!" Fro screamed over everyone's voices in the speech she gave before every mission. Multiple shouts of approval, or swords raised in the air, signified that her people were ready for this.
X pulled the switch, and everyone was warped to a jungle biome, in an unfamiliar forest. Frozen immediately put on her sunglasses, and pocketed the creeper spawner. A queen has to keep her identity concealed in unfamiliar lands. She noticed that X was staring off into the distance, at a castle made of cobblestone. His glowstone-yellow eyes glowed in the dark, his black-as-coal hair blew a tad bit as the wind rose, allowing Frozen to see the scar across his lip, gained from a mission back in January of last year.
"Boss! Some of the kids found an abandoned mineshaft!" A random female called, wearing a female herobrine skin. X turned around, and Frozen averted her gaze to the girl.
"Perfect. Tell everyone to set home once inside." X called, and turned back to the castle.
"Just imagine what kind of riches lay in there, guarded by unsuspecting users." X whispered, just loud enough for Frozen to hear.
"I can imagine, sir. I can practically feel the treasure that lays beyond. Probably gold and diamond." Frozen replied. X smiled, and looked at Frozen, which made her blush every time.
"Are you ready for tomorrow?" X asked.
"Of course. It's just.." Frozen trailed off.
"What?" X asked, his yellow eyes glowing with curiosity. "What's wrong, Cats?"
Frozen huffed and decided that if he wanted to call her that, she'd call him by his old name.
"Nothing's wrong, Tox. I just, don't want to meet an old friend on this server. It's bad enough what you did to the end farm.." She sighed.
"What's wrong with that? All I did was flood the farm! No survivors, it's not a big deal. Why would they care?" X asked.
"It's complicated. Just..don't talk about it again." Frozen whispered, and placed a bed under a jungle tree, and sat on it, watching as X placed his bed 5 blocks away, making a two block-high wall of glass to separate the two leaders.
"If that's what you want, then fine." X sighed, and lay on the bed; Frozen did the same on her bed.
"Goodnight, Cats." X laughed. Frozen chuckled, rolling her eyes.
"Goodnight Tox," She replied, thinking about what kind of stuff would happen tomorrow.
Probably something stealthy, and something the players on this server would never forget.
After all. Pro G's stood for Professional Griefers.
Author's note: Hey guys! Thanks for reading the first chapter of Professional Griefers! This story was inspired by the Deadmau5 song, Professional Griefers. IF you didn't know, I've recently become a major griefer, and my friend Toxic-Faced-Fox (on ) have joined together to become the Pro G's. Noone is safe
Once again, taking OC's let me know of you want them in the story. Also add whether or not they're griefers.