Summary: Steve wakes up in a factions server, and must find out its dark secret. Rated M for intense violence, peril and suggestive references.
Hey ! This is my first fanfic on this site. Hope you enjoy it.
Rated M for Strong action sequences and violent references, along with some suggestive humor. Some language may be offensive, but in that case, your mileage may vary on that one. There are A LOT of deaths, almost all of them being violent, and some brief surreal imagrey. Nobody with faint hearts should read. NO, there's no insane cussing, romance, spilling organs, murdering children, nausea fuel, uses of FOS RU DAH!, drug references, violations of the terms of use agreement, objections, Liberty City, running with scissors, nu bd gramer, Imperial Guards, cake, wipes, oranges, warriors eating cookies, Nathan Drake finding treasure, R&B, Sackpeople, bombing Raccoon City, Bullworth Academy, Mario finding Peach, Luigi finding Daisy, text speak, political views, Coldplay, ponies(the real ones), rickrolling, wifi, iCloud save, connection to Playstation Network, and NO PINKIE PIE AND NO MINECRAFT. Oh wait...
PART 1: INTRODUCTIONS
Day 1
Steve woke up in a small patch of grass. He had a monster headache that he couldn't bare. He sat up and looked around. Snow covered trees and ground overwhelmed his eyesight. He stood up. Steve started walking through the environment. Then he started speed walking. Eventually it turned to running. Endless forest. All Steve could do is scream. Out of extreme anger, he slammed his hands against a tree. All of a sudden, a block of wood replaced the trunk, and Steve fell through. He stood up ans scratched his head, looking at the disaster he caused. He picked the tiny block up and put it in his pocket. He smiled and continued punching trees. He ran from tree to tree, leaping from treetop to treetop, punching trunks and retrieving apples and saplings. However, his happiness was short lived. The moon rose, and Steve's eyesight decreased. Then, he heard a noise. Something was creeping on the grass. Steve was looking around frantically until he felt pain in his arm. He looked at his arm and found an arrow piercing it. Startled, he sprinted. He was stopeed by growling creatures. They were in his image, but mutilated and hostile. They moaned before Steve turned back and found huge spiders jumping at him. He was surrounded by the mobs. Then, he heard the infamous noise: "SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSssssssss-" Steve saw a green legged stick topple over and dissapear. Then, the monsters had arrows fly into their bodies until they crawled to the source. Steve stood there in awe as the monsters went down, one by one. When the monsters were gone, the mysterious figure approached. Steve rwadied his hands. Out came a iron armored man with a custom skin of the player. He wielded a bow. He was armed with the nametag "Supemoose101".
"Give me your wood." Supemoose demanded. Steve stepped back. "GIVE ME." Steve ejected enormous amounts of wood. The pieces floated in front of Supemoose, who stood there with his head hanging. After a long silence, Supemoose lookef up. "Follow me," he said, annoyed.
Day 2
The sun came up before Steve followed Supemoose into a staircase that went horrifically deep underground. Steve saw a brick foundation far down. It was 30 seconds before the two made it into the house. It was a medium sized brick house with dispensers and windows at the sides. There were 2 beds and a small gate with a sign that said, "Calpurnia's crate". Along one of the corners were a crafting table, a furnace, a jukebox, and four chests: "Resources", "Weapons", "Food", and "Music".
"Welcome to my crib," Supemoose101 announced. "You're pretty quiet. What's your name?"
Steve hesitated. "...Steeeve..."
"Supemoose101!" Supemoose replied. "Welcome to Minecraftia." Steve felt less shy this time. "What's going on here?" Supemoise settled down on a chair. "This... Is a server. Everybody here's a community. But, unfortunatley...this server's not. This is a server known as a faction server. Everybody on here is on a team. This place is a neverending battlefield. All because of a user called... PrinceLuna. He has a partner known as Therapist. His faction's called the Dark Lords. There used to be a faction called the Saviors, but they were taken down by PrinceLuna, who hacked them all dead and hacked the server so it would be a faction server. I...am one of the Fantastic Two."
"Who's the second?" Out of nowhere the door slammed open, revealing another player with a skin of his own image. He was holding a creeper carcass.
"Steve, meet my brother and the second Fantastic, AlbonzoBean."
Albonzobean looked at Steve. "Hey." Albonzo said.
"To survive, we both use different weapons. I use far ranged, and Albonzo uses melee. We both have a vast amount of our weapon in that weapon chest," Supemoose said before Albonzo looked up. "The moon's out."
"Wap! Tim for bed!" Supemoose announced, insterting a bed on the floor. "That's for you," he said before destroying the torch and settling down.
"How did you find me?" Steve wondered aloud.
"Everybody was in bed but nobody fell asleep, so we started hunting everybody down" Supemoose groaned. "Now sleep. We're venturing tomorrow." Steve sat on the bed and moaned with relief. He settled down and slept almost instantly.
Day 3
Steve stood behind Supemoose, who was looking in his chest. "Alright, you don't want to get yourself killed."
"What happens if I get killed?"
"You respawn in a big castle, and all you can do is chat. You can't go back into the battle, you can't hurt anything. Even worse, you're armorless. And weaponless, which sucks if you're stuck with an embarassing skin. For instance, Therapist has a fully naked skin. Put there as a punishment from PrinceLuna. Not pleasent. Well, anyway, let's get you some supplies." Supemoose pulled out a book. "Won't want to live without this."
"What is it?"
"A crafting guide. Tells you how to make things." Supemoose pulled out some diamond armor and lent it to Steve. "Protection. Now for Defense."
Albonzo brought Steve to a tiny room to try out weapons. Steve was given a bow and 64 arrows and a diamond sword and diamond pickaxe. "Oh, and have a munch," Supemoose tossed Steve a ham. Steve ate it.
Supemoose them approached Steve holding a purple pearl.
"Ender pearls," Supemoose whispered. "They can make you teleport. I find it useless, therefore, it's yours." Steve took the ender pearl. He shrugged and put it in his pocket.
Supemoose and Albonzo stepped out the door and up the staircase. Steve followed.
As soon as they stepped outside, the stick Steve saw was lingering.
"Survivor!" Albonzobean shouted.
"Whoa! It's a creeper!" Supemoose reminded Steve. "Get near one of those they'll explode. Avoid them."
Albonzo equipped his sword and yelled out the creeper's name. The creeper saw them and starting running at the three. Albonzo sprinted towards the creeper and swiped the creeper's head clean off. The creeper's body was still running straight and hit a tree and toppled over, laying still. The creeper's head flew up in the air and landed in a tree. All of the sudden, the tree screamed like a little girl. Supemoose stepped back and out came a small player with a female skin.
"Who are you?" Supemoose shouted sternly.
"Ugh! That's NO WAY, TO TREAT AN INJURED GIRL! OMG!"
"NAME!"
"OMG, the name's GlamorousPrincess, leader of the FashionableCliqueGirlz. Girls rule! YEAH!"
Supemoose and Steve exchanged wierd glances.
"Your skins are, like, EW!"
AlbonzoBean shook his head and started bludgeoning Glamorous with a pickaxe.
"OW! OW! KITTENMANICURE! HELP!"
A FanonableCliqueGirl with the name KittenManicure Dropped out of the tree and held a diamond sword against Albonzo's neck.
"Don't. Move." Kitten demanded.
Day 4
The three were put in a cell decorated with pink wool with a sign saying, "Fashion Rejects go here! Ew!" Steve stuck his head out of the iron bars and noticed two FashionableCliqueGirlz sitting at a table eating a cake. Then his door opened.
"Your number's up," the CliqueGirl said. The Girl brought Steve to a huge room decorated with purple and pink wool and cobblestone to where there were blood stains. Steve was shoved against the wall and he saw a row of archers readying their bows.
"Are you ready to die?" GlamorousPrincess asked Steve. Steve shook his head. He looked around everywhere for a way out. He saw the guard next to her.
"Ready! Three! Two! One! GO GIIIRRLLZZZ!" The Girlz fired their arrows. At the last second, Steve grabbed the guard and used her as a human shield. He flinched at the sound of pierced flesh. The guard dropped dead. Steve ran.
"OMIGAAAWWWDDD!" GlamorousPrincess screamed, looking at the guard's dead body.
"YOU GOT BLOOD ON MY NEW SKIN! EEEEEWWWWWW!"
KittenManicure steeped down.
"NOT AS MUCH AS SHE DID MINE."
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THAT'S JUST, LIKE, A ONE INCH DOT. MINE'S AS...BIG...AS...MINECRAFTIA."
"At, least, like...*sniff* I wasn't the one who cheated on PoorHoboDude."
"WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YOU? YOU'RE NOT ACTING LIKE YOURSELF."
"SAYS THE ONE WHO PUT MORE MASCARA ON HAMSTERMUFFIN'S EYES THAN MINE."
"LISTEN. WE AREN'T ENEMIES. WE. ARE. CLIQUEGIRLZ."
Just then, an arrow went through KittenManicure, killing her.
"KITTENMANICURE!"
Supemoose and Albonzo ran past. "So long, CliqueHurlz!" Supemoose bellowed as the brothers ran off.
GlamorousPrincess was steaming with anger.
Day 5
Steve was all alone in the desert. He was hungry. Insanley hungry. He heard mooing. Curious, he climbed up the hill and saw a whole herd of cows, enjoying themselves in the grass. Steve crept up on one. He grabbed his sword and stabbed the cow through the side. The cow jumped and started running away.
"Come back!" Steve shouted as he ran towards the cow. Steve finally caught up with the cow and stabbed it once more. The cow dropped a steak that Steve found appealing. His hunger meter was low, and he needed food quick. Happy, Steve chomped the steak up within five bites. Steve rubbed his stomach in satisfaction.
Steve left the bush he threw up in a second after eating the steak. He forgot to cook it, and his hunger meter was green. Even worse, he was frothing bubbles. "I have to find a furnace," Steve groaned.
The moon was going up, so Steve took refuge on the top of a hill. Steve grabbed his crafting book and turned to FURNACE (Page 61). Steve got his supplies and started working. A while later, Steve got his furnace AND a proper meal. However, his happiness was once again short lived as he saw a creeper climb up the hill. Steve slowly got up and readied his sword. The creeper darted toward Steve. Steve ran toward the creeper with his sword next to him. He sliced the creeper's torso, missing his neck. Steve fell of the cliff and fell over ninety blocks high. Steve prayed for mercy. All of a sudden he felt water overwhelm his body. He floated up to the surface, relieved to be alive. He climbed to the surface only to be knocked out.
Day 6
Steve woke up in a dimly lit room with 4 players staring at him with bulging eyes.
"Duuuuuuuuuuuuude," a player with a shark skin said. "Um, hey..." another player with a horse skin said.
"I'm BackintheSaddle46," the horse skinned player continued. "The shark skinned guy is DudehowRadical."
"Raaaaaaaaaad."
A player with a rainbow colored shirt interupted. "I'm FluttershyHardcoreCuddle987,"
"And I'm SexyBassPlayer32" a player in a Piano skin added.
"What's your name?" they chorused.
"Steve," Steve replied.
"Nice to meet you!" BackintheSaddle said. "We're part of the faction AllaboutHorses. We love anything that neighs and gallops!"
"We kill anybody who doesn't like horses!" FluttershyHardcoreCuddle987 continued, wielding his sword.
"Do you like horses?"
Steve gulped.
"We wiped out 2 factions that paid tribute to glue. One time, they glued a sign that said, 'I hate horses!' to our wall. With glue! GLUE!"
Steve gulped again. "You guys are making me feel uncomfortable," he squeled.
"Oh, sorry about that." BackintheSaddle said. "We're in the midst of a cold war between us and the StoneColds. Watch out for the StoneColds!"
Steve stepped back. "I'm, um, looking for the leader of the Saviors. Where is he?"
"He's dead." SexyBassPlayer retorted. "PrinceLuna hacked his account and killed him."
"That's too bad," Steve sighed.
"Yeah duuuuuude. Booooggguuuuuuussssss."
"I really gotta go now...I'm looking for PrinceLuna's castle," Steve said.
"We're coming with you!" FluttershyHardcoreCuddle announced.
BackintheSaddle nodded. "Eeyup. We're looking for it too. We wanna ask PrinceLuna to install a horse mod. Wanna come?"
Steve thought about it. He honestly had no clue what a horse was. But he decided that it would be a plan.
Day 7
PrinceLuna was sitting in his throne, thinking of what surreal horror he should bring next. Then Therapist entered the room.
"We got a prisoner," He said in his booming voice.
"Bring him in."
Therapist shook his head. "It's not a guy," he retorted.
PrinceLuna's minions dragged in none other than our FashionableCliqueGirl, GlamorousPrincess.
"Let me go! Omigawd, you peeps have, like, NO respect for girlz!"
"Who's this?" PrinceLuna growled.
"A prisoner sir."
"What did I tell you about holding girls as prisoners?"
"To let them free once they once the gates?"
PrinceLuna nodded. "Let her go!"
Therapist signaled the others to let her free.
"You BETTER!" GlamorousPrincess teased. "Or, like, my girlfriends would help me kick your evil butt, along with everybody else! LOLOLOLOL! LOSERS!"
PrinceLuna looked more and more angry every time GlamorousPrincess threw an insult.
"OMG, the girlz are like, too cool for your faction, lolol! OMG!"
GlamorousPrincess crossed the line.
PrinceLuna grabbed his head. His eyes turned white with Java script running through them like lightning.
Therapist ducked along with the others.
"The Girlz are too chic for your lam-O castle! Lol! Omigawd you guyz are funny! GIRLZ RULE!"
GlamorousPrincess set on fire and died. All within 10 seconds.
"I want you to hunt down to hunt down EVERY LAST OF THESE WHINEY TEENAGERS THIS SERVER CAN HOLD!GOT IT?" PrinceLuna bellowed to Therapist. "Y-yes sir!" Therapist stuttered before running off.
Day 8
FluttershyHardcoreCuddle examined the map SexyBassPlayer gave him.
"Alright, so PrinceLuna's castle is in the center of the map. We're on the far edge in the midfle of some random forest."
Steve picked up several pieces of dirt in case they needed a bridge.
"So what do we do?" Steve wondered aloud.
"We just keep traveling until we find PrinceLuna. Then we'll have that horse mod in no ti-" Backinthe Saddle dissapeared.
"Duuuuuuuuuude, where did our radical leader go?" DudehowRadical asked.
"Yeah where did she go?" FluttershyHardcoreCuddle said.
Steve turned to SexyBassPlayer. He dissapeared too.
"What in tarnations is going on here?" FluttershyHardcoreCuddle asked.
The three looked at their news bars.
BackintheSaddle46 hit the ground too hard. SexyBassPlayer was slain by PrinceLuna. All of the FashionableCliqueGirlz were wiped out. HitmeBabyonemoreTime blew up. OohBaby fell in lava. ToomuchSwag was shot to death. EminemismoreimportantThanyou hit the ground too hard.
"What's going on duuuuudes?" Dude groaned.
"Looks like PrinceLuna's killing every female or every player with a girly username!" Steve replied.
Sure enough, every player with a girly username dissapeared out of sight. PrinceLuna was having a good time executing all the females and putting them in his dungeon.
Then, the remaining players looked up in the sky where PrinceLuna's face was barely visible.
"As you can see, all thanks to the FashionableCliqueGirlz, I've taken the liberty of executing all females or players with GIRLY usernames."
"That's not fair!" FluttershyHardcoreCuddle shouted.
"Oh it may not be for you, FluttershyHardcoreCuddle," PrinceLuna snorted.
"But it's a lot of fun for me."
Then the screen dissipated, revealing the night sky.
"We've got to end this." Steve announced. He turned to the others.
"We're still going to PrinceLuna's castle. But not for a horse mod. For freedom."
