AN; Hello, it's Pi. My friend and I have sort of been obsessing over Yogscast for the past few months, and we dragged ourselves into writing this piece of crap. *holds up paper* Anyways, enjoy. OCs accepted. Scratch that. OCs NEEDED! By the way, I know how to spell everybody's name. Don't correct me. Also, once the people get talking, there's really nothing that serious going on anymore. Oh, I mostly use their real names. Mainly because this chapters about Martyn, and his mine craft name is so. freaking. long.
Disclaimer: We don't own any YouTubers (that'd be creepy) Warrior Cats, or anything else we reference
Prologue
The full moon was high in the sky, but the people in the stronghold had been underground so long, they'd lost track of time a while ago. The only thing that marked days were the meals.
Inthelittlewood heard footsteps coming from a long ways down the hall. They were accompanied by muffled voices. The door next to him opened and another person was pushed inside. He was handed a bag of items, probably a tooth brush, tooth paste, and toilet paper and soap and a bucket of water for cleansing, and closed the door.
"Looks like the torches blew out again," one of the people said with an exasperated sigh. "Honestly, I don't see why we can't just put lamps down here. Every time I come down, the torches are out again!" Then Martyn heard the flare of a match and the torches began spark to life again as the people lit them back up as they walked back down the hall, back to decent civilization.
The new prisoner stirred and rubbed their head. Martyn instantly recognized him.
"Slave!" he cried. "You've come to rescue me! Quick, bring out your ladders!"
"This isn't the time for jokes, Martyn," Toby scowled.
Martyn didn't really care. "Did you remember to bring me my ice cream, slave?" he joked.
"Marty, please!"
This time Martyn shut up.
"Look, we have to get out of here!" Toby cried. No duh, Martyn silently added. Toby continued, "The Saplings were getting so worried that they literally pushed me down your mine!"
Now Martyn was surprised. Saplings didn't usually act with such randomness. Well, they did. Okay, I take back what I said earlier… On with the story! "How long has it been?"
"Four years," Toby said, lying down on the stoney bed they were each provided with.
"WHAT!?"
"Oh!" Toby exclaimed. "No. It's been a eek. Hey, is there a toilet in here?"
Martyn shook his head. "Dude, just go in the corner. I'll turned around."
"Thanks, but I don't actually have to pee… yet," Toby said. "Do you know anybody else in here?"
Martyn shook his head. Again. "No," he responded. "Well, actually, yes. I'm pretty sure they got Duncan and Lewis. And Simon tried to break them out. He set off an alarm, and I think-"
"What? I heard somebody say my name!"
Martyn glanced awkwardly at Toby. "I didn't say anything!" Toby cried, defensively putting his hands in front of his chest, palms facing toward Martyn.
"Of course not, I did!"
Martyn was confused. "Who?"
"Simon! It's Simon!"
And then the torches blew out. Martyn felt his way to his lame excuse for a bed and sat down on it just as somebody was coming down the hallway. When they came up to his cell, Martyn could see a boy holding a torch. He had brown hair, black pants, a blue hoodie, and a white shirt with a pale gray chisel on the front.
The boy opened a trap door and slid an apple and a steak into everybody's cells. He started walking back down the hall, then doubled back and raised an eyebrow at Toby. "Do I know you from somewhere?"
Toby shrunk back in the cell. "Um… n-no," he stammered, his voice shaking. "Y-you don't. I've never even heard of a person called Nathan33521!"
Martyn rolled his eyes. Well, it was kind of obvious that Toby had met this guy before, and that he was either scared of him or just had a bad meeting with him last time.
The boy rolled his eyes as well. "Oh, now I remember," he grumbled. "You're that guy who kept walking on my garden. Well, this is great."
He turned away and hollered down the tunnel. "Come on, guys! Seriously?"
"We wouldn't have to if people stopped falling into our Stronghold!"
Martyn and Toby exchanged a look. That was going to be their base!
"Maybe if it wasn't our friggin' base, people would stop coming along here with their ender eyes!"
Now there was a bunch of stomping and a girl with long blonde hair and gray eyes came down and gave the boy a stern look. She looked pretty angry. "Well, maybe if it weren't such an epic base, we wouldn't be here. And we've got an emergency up top. Mhurley needs you to show the new guys around, and make sure you don't step on Night Walker's tail; He's somewhere around here…"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," the boy said with a sigh, walking back down the tunnel.
The girl tapped the wall and the torch fell right off. It winked out when it touched the floor. "We really need some more efficient lighting down here, huh?" she muttered, then glanced over at Martyn and Toby. "Huh. You guys remind me of somebody. I just can't place my finger on it. Mage!"
Another guy came running down the hall. He seemed to be covered in some sort of black dust. "Huh?" he asked.
The girl leaned forward and whispered something into his ear, then went all the way back down the hall. The boy nodded, then fumbled for something in his dusty pocket. "I'm Mage0178," he said calmly. "I have no idea who you are, but that doesn't matter right now."
He found what he was looking for and opened the door to Martyn's cell. "Okay, come on," he sighed. "Honestly, I have no idea what M wants with you, but I'd be careful. She's sort of a pyro…"
So Mage walked Martyn down the tunnel and up a bunch of stairs into another large tunnel. A guy walked past carrying a long what-looked-like lapis sword with a blaze-rod hilt. He seemed utterly bored with what he was doing and didn't even glance at them.
Eventually they'd walked up enough levels of floors for there to be some warmth in the room. Mage led Inthelittlewood through some doors where a girl in a pair of black-and-white striped pajamas was sitting at a desk reading a book. She spun around suddenly when Mage came in, then let out a sigh of relief.
"Dude, I seriously thought you were Tigerstar! Don't jump in on me like that!" she cried, dropping the book down on the desk. She glanced at Martyn. "So… this is it, eh?"
Mage coughed awkwardly. "It's not Tuesday, M," he murmured. "But, yeah. It is. So, you gonna do… that thing?"
M rolled her eyes. "It's the only thing I'm actually allowed to do!" she cried. "Okay," she added, turning to Martyn. "So, you just have to answer some questions. Tell us about yourself and your friends, and then, because I'm bored, tell me some stupid myth from wherever you live."
Martyn looked at Mage, who shrugged.
Mage0178 left the room and Martyn leaned against a wall.
"Name."
"Inthelittlewood."
"Hair color."
"Don't you have eyes!?"
"Sorry! Wrong questions. Seriously, Cin needs to stop leaving her Mary-Sue maker books down here."
"Who?"
"Cin. Okay, questionings over. I don't really care about you and your friends right now. I'm just bored."
She flopped down on her bed.
"Um… so, about four years ago, there were four Saplings who were supposed to go out and get the other Saplings and I some wood. But then there was an explosion, and they weren't anywhere to be found."
M looked at him, her eyes wide. "Uh… Cin!"
There were footsteps that came down the hall and flung open the doors. "What?"
M whispered something in her ear, and the other girl's hand reached for something on her back. She drew a sword and said, "Okay, w-w-well, erm, are you sure?"
The other girl nodded vigorously.
"Alright," the second girl said, sitting down and facing her friend. "Have you had any new… memories, lately?"
M nodded. "Ever since people started coming in here, I've been having strange dreams that seem awkwardly true. Like, standing on a tent on some bed flag."
The second girl let out a long sigh. "I can actually remember before we came here now," she whispered. "Let them out, take them to rooms, I've got a lot on my mind."
AN; And I am still bored! Yesterday was my birthday! :D OCs please.