Top of the mornin' to ye mes amies and welcome to "Story Within A Story" (rewritten!)
"Jesse could laugh at how cliche his life was. First, he has a really happy past that took a one-eighty for the worst, then he came to a small town and met lots of people, and now some years later he's facing some sort of monstrosity that's way stronger than it should be. Not to mention he has a pig as a best friend and minor depression. That's his life in a nutshell!"
Disclaimer— I do NOT own Minecraft or Minecraft Story Mode! Come on. If I did, do you really think I'd be making this fanfiction? Heh. Thought not!
Warning— Dark topics, minor depression, probably some cussing, some flirting because I'm stupid like that, character death, blood, nightmares, the "try again" after you die thing exists, minor self-hatred, unfortunately some bullying, lots of violence (because, I mean, It's still minecraft), lots of flashbacks, there will be a prequel and a few sequels, minor child abuse, minor under aged drinking, irregular updates, there are ships and PTSD is definitely happening in this story.
I've gotten better at writing (why am I always lying?) so watch out kiddos! Enjoy~
Minecraft: Story Mode
Story Within A Story
Chapter 1: Jesse is freaking so done!
There was a huge forest next to the bustling town, and most people were reluctant to wander into it for fears of getting lost or getting killed by mobs that stood in the shade that the trees gave off. The others animals, pigs and sheep and cows, were nice, but there were also wolves. Wolves were relatively okay with humans, but if you hit them...
Well, you better hope you can climb.
Anyway, yeah. Most people were afraid to go into the forest, but somewhere near the middle of the wood there was a tree that stood a little taller than the rest. Sitting in this tall oak tree was a moderately-sized tree house, cozy and thoughtfully built.
And it seemed to be inhabited, if the huffing and puffing that came from the inside was any indication.
Inside of this cozy little tree house was an undeniably small brunette with bright violet eyes and boyish features, but there seemed to a certain softness to his skin- he still has a baby face. This probably meant he is somewhere in his teens.
This peculiar boy wears a white shirt, a pair of patchy jeans, some scuffed up old sneakers and red suspenders. Oddly enough, there was something shiny on one of the straps. It looked to be made of gold. How intriguing...
But anyway, that's enough said about him.
There was a girl watching him practice his fighting skills on an armor stand from a careful distance away. "Would you rather fight a hundred chicken sized zombies or," she paused, and the boy turned half of his attention to her as she spoke. "Ten zombie sized chickens? Just to be clear, you wouldn't have any weapons or armor, so you'd have to fight them with your hands."
This dark-haired girl is taller than him and quite thin. She has flawless skin and dark onyx eyes that hardly reflect any light. She's wearing a white shirt with a button-up red vest, black tights, grayish-brown boots and a pair of a green goggles atop her pig-tailed head.
He paused to think about this, his assault on the wooden armor stand ceasing momentarily, then his face brightened again and he started up his activity again. "Heh, ya know, I think I'll have to go with the giant chickens. They'd be one heck of an abomination!"
"But think about their giant feet—"
"Olivia, no!"
'Olivia' chortled and let it go, accepting his answer. "Okay, okay. Now, I've got a daylight sensor on the roof." she took some redstone from her inventory and placed it on the counter, smoothing it out.
"Uh-huh?"
If she noticed his lackadaisical response, she didn't say so. "And if I'm correct, the lights should turn on when it gets dark."
"Mm-hmm." he hummed in mindless agreement. Was... was he even listening anymore?
Probably not, Olivia reasoned to herself with a huff. "I didn't want to leave Reuben with nothing while we're at the Building Competition." she says, testing to see how much he was listening.
Immediately, her smaller companion stopped what he was doing and gave her a wide-eyed stare. "What? He's coming with us!"
He had definitely been listening at least a little if he had heard that. Good.
"Really?" she asked in disbelief, because she thought they had gone over this already!
Maybe he hadn't been listening again... Again, it was probable.
The brunette sheathed his wooden sword while he walked towards her. "Liv, you gotta be kiddin, he always comes with us!"
Reuben looked up, backing away from the armor stand with a oink that probably questioned why his human buddy stopped.
Olivia shook her head at his persistence, throwing her arms out in mild frustration. "Okay, I'm not saying he shouldn't come. I'm not!"
Rueben just oinked in disbelief, waddling away and climbing onto the window sill. The pig looked around at the forest below their tree house. Meanwhile, the slender girl continued to voice her frustations. "But Jesse, isn't it a little weird you take him EVERYWHERE you go?"
He motioned towards Reuben, still persisting. "He's my wing-man; People always want to talk to the guy with the pig!" Jesse says enthusiastically.
But the girl was quick to throw water on the flames. "You mean talk about the guy with the pig," she says in strong disagreement. "Like, 'look at the weird guy with the weird pig. How weird.'"
Jesse's face fell, beam replaced with a look of hurt that broke her heart. Oh jeez, she couldn't stand being looked at like that. She turned away from the boy and his 'wing-man' guiltily. "I'm sorry, I just— Darn it, I'm so sick of being a loser! A laughing stock!" her expression contorted into fury by the end of her sentence, Olivia slammed her palms onto the smooth surface of a low bookshelf. "It just..."
Her eyes softened as she recalled all the times they were teased and pushed around, especially her optimistic friend who believed in people way too much. "It wears you down..." she whispered sadly, hating herself for letting all of that happen.
"We are not losers, Olivia." Jesse tried.
Olivia scowled. "Oh yeah, sure, and we totally don't lose at everything!" optimism denied by pessimism. How fitting. "In fact, I can't remember the last time we won at anything!"
She was one hell of a pessimist, ain't she? No matter!
"But if that's the case, it means we win at being losers." he replied with a pout, determined to make those thoughts vanish, no matter how short the time.
She cracked a smile at his antics. "Alright, fine." Olivia gave in bemusedly, putting one hand on her hip. Before he could celebrate his huge victory, the two humans and their piggy pal heard something hissing.
"Ssss..."
"Do- do you hear that?" the brunette asked in bewilderment, curiosity and nervousness combining and displaying themselves on his face. Reuben, still sitting on the window sill, watched in open concern.
"Ssss..." came a second hiss as he crouched near the trapdoor, much to his goggled friend's displeasure.
"Oh no!" Olivia gasped, staring at the exit with wide eyes.
What was going to happen?! Oh, she shouldn't let him walk into danger like this!
She moved forward to pull him back, but—
"BOO!"
A creeper's face popped in through the trapdoor.
Three different types of screams answered this jumpscare. One was feminine, one sounded more like frightened squealing and the other one was somehow more high pitched than the feminine one.
The creeper then pulled... its... head off? What?!
Oh.
Oh, okay.
It was just another boy.
He was really tall and big, mostly in the chest. The guy had gentle hazel eyes and a mop of dark hair. He dons a green sweater, baggy orange pants, and light brown sandals.
And he was also wearing the smuggest looking grin ever. "Aw man," he laughed heartily. "You guys screamed so loud! That was awe—"
Reuben had just about enough, so he decided to run over and ram his little head into the big human's stomach with an angry squeal. The guy grunted and doubled over, mostly out of surprise if he were being honest. "Now I'm going to smell like pig at Endercon..." he grumbled to himself.
Almost immediately after he spoke, Olivia blew up at him. "AXEL! What the heck?!" she shouted, just about as angry as Reuben was, if not more.
'Axel' huffed and crossed his arms over his big chest. "It was funny though!"
Jesse, however, didn't join the discussion. He was still sitting on the ground where he fell in wide-eyed and open-mouthed shock, even trembling a little.
The big guy looked down and his annoyance melted into concern. "Jesse, dude?" he bent over a little and waved a hand in front of the brunette's face. "Dude? Are you okay?"
Jesse decided right then and there he would definitely punch Axel if he pulled that creeper stunt ever again. "I hate you." he whined as he finally came to again.
Axel chuckled and hefted the much shorter boy to his feet with an unsurprising ease.
Ah, nothing like being jumpscared by your buddies, amiright?
Yep.
...
...
...
He was still getting revenge no matter what.
Their pig-tailed friend sighed and rubbed her face. "Okay, whatever. Axel, do you have the fireworks?" she asks through her hand.
The prankster looked almost offended by the question. "Yes, of course I do! I also got somethin' for the little guy." he pulled a pair of black wings and a mask from his inventory with grin renewed.
Reuben curiously trotted over to him, and oinked happily as the little costume was strapped on. He felt so tough now! Rawr! He squealed and ran around the room when he was released by the meaty hands.
The brunette practically had stars in his violet eyes. "You're off the hit list for now, Axel!" he declares excitedly, causing the other to sigh and slouch a little in apparent relief. You did not want to trigger the prankster side of the short guy; he is RUTHLESS.
Olivia chuckled and piped up. "Well, now you can really call him your WING-man." Axel snorted at the pun.
Jesse's expression fell, and he gave the goggled girl the most deadpan look he could manage. "Get out before I conk you over the head."
The other two laughed even harder, but they obeyed and hopped out the trapdoor and climbed down the ladder.
He waited a few moments to make sure they were far enough away before he groaned loudly and smacked his forehead on the wall. "Notch." slam. "Save." slam. "Me." slam. "Please." slam.
Reuben, left to watch this dramatic display, was squealing in laughter at his best friend's expense.
Ah, yes, his human buddy was a funny one, the pig would admit.
XOXOXOXOX
Olivia looked up at the trapdoor, huffing and putting her hands on her hips. "He's been up there for a while now! How much longer is he going to take?" she complained to the broad-chested boy standing idly nearby.
He chuckled at her impatience, replying jokingly to her rhetorical question. "Who knows? It's Jesse, for crying out loud; he takes hour long showers."
Dark eyes averted to him. "True." she snickered at the thought.
She turned to face him completely. "So! Would you rather have a chest full of enderpearls or a chest full of food?" she asked.
He pretend to think for a moment. "Gotta go with a chest full of food." Axel answered, grinning when she made a face at him.
"Enderpearls would be nice," a voice above them spoke, interrupting whatever the pig-tailed girl might have said. "It would save a lot of time."
Did they really even have to look to know who they were talking to? Nah, but they did anyway. It's human instinct, you can't blame them!
Ah, it was their bad ass mercenary of a friend.
Olivia could not fathom how athletic this girl was; how could she just hang off branches like a freaking monkey?! "Petra, why are you in a tree?" she asks.
"Eh, 'tis a long story I don't wanna deal with." Petra replied with an easy grin as she pulled herself upright on the branch. When she was adjusted, the redhead's glanced down at the two. "Have I ever told you how much of a dork Jesse is?"
They stifled their snorts. She had, in fact, told them many times that their small friend was a huge dork. Whether it be every time he freaked out over something he deemed "awesome", fanboyed over Gabriel the Warrior, tried to act like a tough guy or tried to make himself taller, she always deemed him one.
Petra grinned at their bemused expressions. "I better be off, but I might just be back. Meanwhile, see ya on the flip side!" the mercenary winked one golden-looking eye before she swung herself to another tree and out of their sight.
There a few beats of bewildered silence, before the two began giggling to themselves. "She is thy mystery no one shall know." Axel says dramatically, still having a giggle fit. Olivia responsed by giggling a fraction harder.
"Who?"
They turned around quickly and— Oh. It was Jesse.
"Nothin." Axel waves the question off, trying to hold back on his laughter. As told by her expression, Olivia was struggling as well.
Jesse tilted his head curiously, but shook his head and began walking ahead, Reuben oinking away as he trotted at his heels. "Okay, whatever."
While the three dorks talked about the building competition and all that fun stuff, (you MCSM fans know what I'm talking about, don't deny it!) Petra was having a rough time following them.
No! Stop it! She's not a stalker if that's what you're thinking!
Nah, she's actually just doing this because she has plenty of time to burn until her mission, so why not make her some of her favorite people made it to the Building Competition safely?
Don't get her wrong; though she DOES care, she does NOT want anyone to know that. I mean, think about it: if a mercenary like herself - who could list some dangerous people that want her dead - made her affection for this group of dorks clear?
Well... Let's just say there would be lots of blood spilled, some death perhaps and a hint of blackmail.
So yeah, she could never get too close to them, no matter how much she wanted to.
Jeez, she got really lost in thought didn't she? What are they talking about now anyway?
Petra leans forward as much as she could without falling out of the tree.
"Reuben better be careful in that costume," her face scrunches up in confusion. What was Axel talking about? "Last time Gabriel saw a dragon, it didn't END well."
She tried and so badly failed to resist the laugh that bubbled up inside her. She slapped a hand over mouth, but to no avail.
Luckily, nobody seemed to hear her. Huh, did she pick up a rabbit's foot or something? This is ridiculous!
The mercenary tuned back in, just as Olivia finished saying something. "... Basically have no chance." huh... was she talking about winning? Oh Olivia...
"Liv! Have some hope! Just a sliver, a slice, a portion! Also, I'm really hungry. Hungry to win!" that was definitely Jesse.
"Just a sLIVer?" she pursed her lips and prayed to Notch that nothing would break this great deal of self-restraint she was currently portraying.
"AXEEEEEL!"
Nope.
Petra EXE has stopped functioning, please standby.
She really couldn't help the loud laughter that escaped.
"What? Is someone there?!" she hears Jesse call out, and the girl grinned even wider. Welp, time to make another appearance!
With practiced ease, Petra swung herself onto a lower branch and from then she jumped out of the tree, slightly surprised when she landed directly in front of a certain brunette who looked about ready to have another heart attack.
"P- Petra?!" he squawked out.
She smirked down at him, perhaps just a bit too pleased with the size difference. She was taller than most of her friends, but by this much? She was just so utterly pleased.
Petra is a tall redheaded girl with golden eyes that look just a little brown, some would say her eyes were golden-brown. Honestly, she preferred golden. She's currently sporting a sleeveless black blazer over a navy blue shirt, some faded black shorts, a pair of scuffed up boots and a teal bandanna that held some hair back.
"Heya Jesse!" she greeted him, then turned her gaze onto the other two, three if you want to include Reuben. "Axel, Olivia, Reuben." she added on.
They greeted her back with amused huffs and a merry oink.
That being done, she looked back to the brunette. "So, does this sound familiar?" she asked Jesse, and did an imitation of his voice. "'Give me a dragon roar, Reuben.'"
Reuben took this as his cue to do his thing again and squealed loudly, so loudly that the noise was a bit choppy sounding.
"'That'll do, Reuben, that'll do.'"
Petra's smirk widened to unsafe levels when his violet eyes widened at her in mortified realization, a pink flush taking his face victim. "Ya see, I like how big of a dork you are, but ya know... your blush is really cute." she rolled forward on her heels, successfully backing the flustered boy against the tree behind him. "Are we agreed,"
"Wait for it." Axel whispers to Olivia, giggling madly already at the inevitable.
"Bugaboo?"
She watched in smug satisfaction as he blushed even harder and fiercer than before. She did not miss the way his eyes dilate a tiny bit. "Hnk!?"
What an odd noise... Petra loved it.
Smirking, the mercenary flicked his forehead and bounced away, climbing back into the tree she had jumped from without further ado. Moments later, the sound of rustling leaves faded, and Jesse hoped to Notch it meant she was gone.
Why?
Well, heh.
He may or may not have began to cough and sputter as soon as the noise faded away.
The big guy was a cackling hyena as he thumped his small companion's back, and his other two friends weren't exactly too different.
You know what? He gives.
He just gives.
Jesse is so freaking done!
If you need some ideas of what their eyes look like just search "light violet eyes", "dark eyes" and "hazel eyes" and that should help. Oh, and the picture doesn't belong to me.
Anyway, yeah, this is the rewritten version of SWAS, so I hope you enjoy it. Maybe you won't, but that's okay! x3
Also, IRREGULAR UPDATES! This is the only time I'm warning you now, so I hope you understand. School is the worst!
Toodles mates~
~TOODLES TILL THE NEXT CHAP!~
~R.S~
