Decibel chpt.1: The Explosion
Hoi! BonkChoy here. Um…. I have nothing to say, besides "This is my first fanfiction". Yeah! This is my first fanfiction, so please, grant me a little mercy while reading. At least for the first few chapters.
Or you can throw me a healing potion and tell me how to improve my writing. I'm half making this up as I go, to be honest…. I think that's bad.
Okay…. Here we go...
Warning: Before reading, I recommend playing or watching someone play Minecraft:Story Mode episodes 1-3 first, to understand what's going on. But you should probably watch/ play all existing episodes first, anyways.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, nor do I own Minecraft: Story Mode. Telltale Games and Mojang does. Though I will mention if there are any OCs at the beginning of chapters.
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"I'll do it. I'll set off the bomb."
He volunteered because he could tell everyone else was too afraid to. He volunteered because everyone was looking to him to be the leader. And what kind of leader throws his/ her friends into the line of danger just because he/ she was afraid? Nope. Jesse was not that type of person. Wasn't the whole purpose of setting the bomb off to not lose everyone and everything and let his friends die? HIs friends and Rueben were everything to him. Before, he was alone, just a noob lost in the forest. Now, he had friends, and he didn't want to lose them.
"Well…" Soren laughed. He was visibly relieved. "I was hoping it'd be you." He stepped forward and handed the ingredients to Jesse. Maybe it was his imagination, and it probably was, but the ingredients seemed to weigh him down like bricks. The fate of the world was literally in his hands now. He'd never thought that would happen.
He was about to go save the world when Ellegaard spoke up. "Take my armour, Jesse, it'll help."
Not wanting to be outdone by Ellegaard, Magnus stepped forward. "Nahh….take my armour, Jesse, it's gotten me out of a lotta jams!"
Ellegaard took one more step ahead of Magnus. "Jesse, I insist. I enchanted it myself."
Magnus brushed/ shoved past her. "I double- insist."
"I triple- insist."
"I… insist four times." (quadruple- insist?)
Jesse kept up the neutral face, but internally, he was flipping out. He didn't want to take either of their armours! They would be distracting the Wither, putting themselves in harm's way so Jesse could do his job. They needed the armour. The Wither would be focused on them, not him.
But, if the F- Bomb exploded in his face, he wouldn't survive it. If he got sucked up a tractor beam and then fell, he wouldn't survive it. Basically, he would die if he didn't take armour. And the enderman suit didn't count. As determined as he was to save the world, he didn't fancy dying in the process… Gosh….. Why was this so hard? Why was deciding between his friends and his life so hard?
"Maybe a compromise." he finally said. "Um…. I can take your chestplate, Magnus, and Ellegaard's pants *gosh that sounded wrong*. I can't take all of either of your armours, you'll be in danger. Of.. you know." He gestured in the general direction of the Storm.
Magnus seemed a little miffed at not winning him completely over, but complied anyways, pulling his chestplate over his head and handing it to Jesse. Ellegaard did the same with her pants (she was wearing two pants, okay?!). It felt weird, wearing armour that wasn't his. Jesse had always wanted his first armour set to be his.
Why was he even thinking about that at such a crucial time like this?
"You should be ashamed of yourselves." Petra cut in as Jesse was changing. "You're the Order of the Stone."
Magnus, Ellegaard, and Soren had the decency to look ashamed, Soren more so than the others. Jesse wondered why.
"Good luck, Jesse." Ellegaard said gravely. "What you're doing means WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!" she screeched, pointing wide- eyed at the rapidly approaching Storm.
Jesse muttered a few risky words under his breath as he buckled the rest of the armour straps. The wind howled as the Storm moved through it. The sky was a deep purple, ominous and, well, dark and scary, like the Storm. Trees were being ripped out from the ground.
As soon as the last strap was in place, Jesse started running, towards the Storm. There was absolutely no time to waste. He had needed to set off the bomb a while ago. Soren was yelling stuff, probably a plan to distract the Storm so Jesse could do his thing, but it was a lost to the wind (which kept trying to make him blind with all the hair it was pushing into his eyes- how rude.)
TNT in the middle, gunpowder all around, he chanted over and over in his head, so he wouldn't waste any time trying to remember it when the time came to craft it. TNT in the middle, gunpowder all around, TNT in the middle, gunpowder all arou…
He stopped running right under the Storm, where it was unlikely it would see him. Jesse all but slapped the crafting table down, his fingers fumbling as he feverishly laid down the gunpowder around it. Three more...Two more….. One more….
Purple light washed over Jesse and the crafting table, pulling the bomb and gunpowder away from the table. Jesse began floating up, away from the ingredients. Everything was scattered.
"No! Not yet!" he shouted, but, of course, the Storm paid no heed to his shouts. He still had to place down the last gunpowder! Petra was relying on him to kill the Storm and cure her. His friends and the Order were relying on him to complete the job before they ran out of resources to build with. And the rest of the world were relying on him to just end the mess.
Basically, failure was not an option. He had to set off the bomb. He absolutely had to.
"Watch out!" someone in the distance shouted, and Jesse instinctively turned towards the shout, only to see one of the Storm's tentacles swing out of nowhere and knock Magnus and Ellegaard off the structure they were building. (was that a Rueben with sunglasses?) Ellegaard flew through the air and slammed into a tree, knocked out, and Magnus flew past the tree, slid across some grass, and stopped. They couldn't have many hearts left from a hit like that.
"Magnus! Ellegaard!" he screamed. Why did he even do that? He was wasting time. From this distance, they couldn't even hear him.
With a surge of determination, Jesse "swam" through the air, and grabbed four of the eight gunpowders. Another push, and he had the remaining three gunpowders and the crafting table all within his reach. He was gonna craft the bomb in the air.
TNT in the middle, gunpowder all around.
The moment the ingredients were in place, they shuddered, then collected together in the middle to form a bomb. The bomb. It was a shade lighter than the Storm's eyes, with some sort of console on the side that looked similar to the command block's. But what really set the F- bomb apart from TNT was the Purple "F" that glowed with power. Enough power to stop a storm, for example. He took it in his hands, prepa-
THUNK.
Something sharp scratched the skin at the small of his back, preventing him from gaining any more altitude. Jesse turned his head to look. A fishing hook had sunk into Ellegaard's armour. His eyes followed the string connected to the hook, which ended at a pole, which was being held steady by Lukas, Olivia, Soren, Axel, Petra, and surprisingly, Magnus and Ellegaard, though they looked a little worse for were both alive! Thank Notch Jesse had chosen both armours instead of one!
"Yeaaahh!" he cheered. Seeing Magnus and Ellegaard alive and somewhat well gave him even more determination and drive to finish this mess. He turned back to face the Wither Storm. The bomb would blow any second now.
"Eat this!" he shouted. He let go of the bomb, and it floated away, towards the mouth (well, one of the mouths) of the Storm. Please blow up.
I hope this works. I hope I don't-
The bomb exploded, his ears popped, and everything was a brilliant bright white. And then it was black.
- die.
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Um, yeah… that's the first chappie of this story. I still need to work out some details, so consider this the pilot chapter. Please leave a review if you want to, they make me happy! Constructive criticism would be appreciated as well, but no flames, please.
Okay bye. :)