*This was meant to be something completely different, but since my 'ficsona' has a creeper face on her tail, I might as well actually post a Minecraft fic on here. I'm going as realistic as I can while staying true to what's actually in the game as of the 1.11.2 update.*
To those I have left...
There's a double meaning there... I don't think I can forgive myself for what happened... The latest episode of the Adventures of Dumbass was a tragic one... This is the last time I'm ever going to let my curiosity and my cursed Crepian* luck get anyone else hurt. It gave Haus a concussion... Leslie got hurt and disowned by her tribe... its gotten everyone put in danger when I fell into that End portal...
And now... Leslie and Haus had fallen into the void and they're never coming back. I lost girlfriend and my brother... because I did something stupid... again... and that's something I can never, ever fix... or redo. It was all my fault. Nobody can tell me otherwise, because I know who and what I am. I know the things I'm capable of...
I've woken up from that coma inspired... After all the stupid shit I've been through, some things... Don't catch my attention anymore. I've been an idiot... I need to change myself and change the way people view me...
And this is where the double meaning is... by the time you guys read this, I'm probably going to be long gone... I can't stay in this village, everyone knows me... nobody will ever take me seriously, no matter how much I try and convince them...
Ender, ask Widow to marry you already. She's given you hints so obvious even Ace caught on. She's perfect for you and Cavern already adores you. I love you, Father, thanks for everything.
Widow, take care of Ender for me. Everyone, take care of yourselves...And don't come after me.
-Cephore
The teen sat on a grassy ledge near the water remembering the letter he'd written a year ago. He figured Ender was probably furious at him for just leaving like that. Especially since his wounds hadn't recovered at all.
Ender was always strict. He always claimed that it was for his well-being and that he just wanted to make sure he was taken care of.
Cephore had plenty of time to reflect on everything. Ender was right. He may have been strict, but it was because Cephore was so stubborn and persistent that Ender just threw his long, lanky arms into the air and said, "Fine, do whatever you want. We'll see how long you last."
Cephore chuckled to himself, "Man, I was such a jerk..." he sighed and reeled in the fishing line he had cast, sending it back out in hopes of actually catching something. "Such an idiot..." he muttered. His stomach growled, "I know, buddy..." he replied, "Just one fish..."
The rod tugged and he got to work, gently yanking the fishing pole back to make sure the fish was hooked. Once the line gave resistance, he began reeling it in, struggling against the water creature.
The line snapped and the pole whipped back and lashed him in the face. He groaned and dropped the rod, holding his reddened face. "Damn it!" he growled and threw a rock into the water, "Stupid fish!" he cursed, then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Screw this, I'll just check the village I passed a couple days ago." He announced to no one in particular. He grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder and walked past the small shack he had built himself a month or so ago. He stepped around a pile of bones that was once the skeleton that had attacked him the night before, and carefully avoided stepping on the remains of the Creeper that almost blew him up earlier that morning, taking a mental note that he needed to clean up when he returned. He was sure to equip himself before walking through the birch forest, knowing of the possibilities awaiting him.
Ahead of him, he heard the squeaking of a rabbit, before seeing a flash of yellow-brown dart in front of his feet, a streak of white and grey in close pursuit. The rabbit jumped into a small pit that it must've mistaken for it's burrow, instead it trapped itself. Cephore was thankful that a few small bushes blocked his view as the wolf chasing it dove after and began his feast. He pitied the rabbit, but if he was really honest with himself, he envied the wolf more.
He continued his walk without much trouble, even for a swamp normally infested with slimes and witches. However it wasn't until he reached the edge of the swamp where the grass changed color and the water became clearer where he found a body.
He stared for a while, unsure whether to tell if he was dead or not. He knelt by and turned the lifeless male to his side, so he'd be able to see his face, "S-sir...?" he yelped and jumped back, the corpse's eyes had either rolled back, or turned completely white. "This guy's been here a while..." he said and studied him for a while, his skin was shriveled, but he didn't seem to be rotting.
Cephore sighed and sat back on his knees, "Weird..." he rested his hands on his lap.
The corpse's hand sprung up and gripped Cephore's wrist tightly, wheezing loudly as his eyes rolled back to focus, "The Wither..."Cephore screamed and jumped higher than he would ever dignify himself to admit.
The seemingly dead villager gasped again, "Don't... The Wither..." he trembled and dropped his hand, gasping as he breathed.
Cephore took a deep breath to calm himself, "Okay, okay," he laid the villager completely onto his back and made him look him in the eye, "What happened?" he asked him.
The villager's eyes were tired, unfocused and partially rolling back again, "The Wither..." he rasped.
Cephore sighed, "Okay..." he carefully pried his arm under the villager's neck and scooped up his legs, "I'm going to take you home and get you taken care of..." he said, "Just stay with me..." he said.
"Don't..." the villager rolled his head side to side, "I don't... have a chance..." he breathed.
"Everyone's got a chance." Cephore mentally counted down from three and picked up the villager, personally surprised and concerned as to how light he was, "I'm here to give you yours."
The villager managed a small smile, "Thank you, sir..." he whispered.
"No problem." Cephore smiled. He carefully chose the most level path he could take before reaching his shack and setting the villager on his bed. The first thing he did was find an empty bottle and fill it with clean water. He quickly rushed back to the villager's side, "Here, drink..." he propped the villager's head up and held the bottle to his mouth. "It'll help." he urged.
The villager didn't respond. Cephore gently shook him, "Hey, I need you to stay awake!"
The villager weakly opened his green eyes, grunting in response.
"Here, drink this. It's water." Cephore tipped the bottle against the villager's mouth, letting a little bit of water flow.
The villager swallowed twice, drinking two large gulps of water, but stopped, letting some water trail from the corners of his mouth. He coughed, causing Cephore to pull back and set the bottle down, "Don't push yourself..." he carefully sat him up, "We need to get you cleaned up..." he said.
The villager wobbled and panted, leaning to the side against Cephore's chest. "They're all gone..." he whimpered quietly, "The village... my brothers..." he panted, "All of them..." he took in a shaky breath, "I'm so scared..." he sobbed quietly, "It happened so fast..." he gasped.
Cephore looked down and put his arms around the villager. "I'm sorry..." he said, "Look, don't push yourself, okay? Lie down." he carefully laid the villager back down, "What's your name?" he asked, "My name is Cephore Palman." he offered a warm smile.
"Ezekiel." he sniffled and gasped, "Just Ezekiel."
"Ezekiel." Cephore smiled, "Okay, try and get some rest. I'm going to collect some stuff for food, okay?"
Ezekiel nodded, "Thank you, Cephore..."
Cephore stood up and stepped outside, "Think I saw some mushrooms over here somewhere..." he trotted to a small group of spruce trees, kneeling to pick up a handful of mushrooms, "These are good to eat..." he muttered to himself, the then stood back up and tucked the mushrooms in an open space in his bag. His stomach growled loudly, causing him to pause. He looked around for something to hunt.
A small group of chickens stood not too far from him, "Perfect..." he drew his stone sword and crept towards them. He didn't know where they came from, he didn't care about where they came from, but he knew they were his. He lunged forward and swung sideways, missing completely. "Shit-" he frantically swung in the other direction, catching two of them at the neck and beheading both. The other two chickens fluttered off in a fearful frenzy as he collected the bodies of the two he had killed.
Ezekiel began to stir when he smelled food cooking beside him. He forced his eyes open and tried to muster the energy to turn his head, but he gave up due to the lack of motivation.
Cephore glanced over, "I hope you don't mind mushrooms." he said. "Or chicken." He sat on a small makeshift bench in front of the furnace, poking at the cooking chicken with a stick.
"I will eat anything..." Ezekiel whispered.
"Great." Cephore smiled. "I'm just gonna have chicken." he commented, "I can't stand mushrooms..."
Ezekiel huffed quietly as though he tried laughing. "Mushrooms..." he slurred.
Cephore poured some warm mushroom stew into a bowl, "Alright, it's ready..." he knelt by Ezekiel's side and carefully propped up his head. "I need you to try to eat this, okay?" he tipped the bowl to Ezekiel's grey lips and let the soup flow into his mouth.
Fortunately, he did take the soup, and about half of the bowl was consumed before he coughed and spilled it onto himself.
"Sorry, was that too fast?" Cephore set the bowl down and help the villager sit upright.
Ezekiel smiled and shook his head, "It is okay." he leaned his head back, "I grew tired again..."Cephore laid him back down and used a rag he had set aside to clean the spilled soup. "Did it taste okay?" he asked. "Anything I should change? I normally don't cook."
"Add a little milk..." he suggested, his eyes drifting shut. "And it would have been perfect..."Cephore nodded, watching Ezekiel fall back asleep. He put the contents of the bowl back in the pot and stood up, leaving with a bucket, "Now to find a cow..." he mumbled and walked off.
*A Crepian is a race, that is based off a Creeper. Boyo, this damn chapter took way more time than you guys would think. I typed it out on my phone on the mobile app, but the thing came out in Docx format, plus I can't upload from my phone, I gotta hop on the computer and upload it from there, Well, I did! And I tried! But the thing is- The docx format looked terrible and skipped out some of the lines. So I had to put it on MS Word, edit there, paste it here on crappy internet, and then upload it on this site all while using my phone (which is out of high speed data BTW) as a hotspot to hook up my laptop. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this little tidbit of Minecraft that I finally decided to write. I just won't make the mistake again of setting the format to docx and leave it on story... Leave a review and lemme know what you think! Stay awesome!*