hello and welcome. the first chapter is really short, but its suspenseful, so there. reviews are always welcome.
Sips sat in front of the fire, the warmth of it spreading threw his bones and his skin. His cozy chair nice and toasty. The television above the fireplace was playing a rerun of formula 51 and had just got to the part where the Scottish bozo had gotten shot in the but.
He had hoped that Sjin would make it back before the movie had started. Sjin would have liked it more than himself, but that was why he picked it up, because like it or not, he knew he had something for Sjin but he didn't know how to express it.
The movie was over and Sjin still wasn't back yet. What had Sjin said he was supposed to be doing. Damn it! He knew he would have to go out in the cold just to find the basterd. Luckily sips had remembered to charge his nano armor.
When sips went to grab his armor from the charging stations in the house he found Sjins armor, and his was piled up in a chest next to it. Oh fuck, it must be -10 Fahrenheit, where the hell was Sjin.
After digging out his nano armor and putting Sjins in his inventory sips ventured out into the wild and nasty mine craft winter. The wind blow snow into the main room of the sips-co tower, but he'd make Sjin clean that up when he found him.
"SSSSjjjjiiinnnn"
"SSSSSjjjjiiiinnnnn"
sips yelled into the midnight air. Nothing could be heard except for the wind whistling of of the buildings. The torch they had so religiously placed around the compound where covered in snow and cast very little illumination.
He first made his way around the dirt factory. Sjin had a habit of building when he shouldn't and sips knew he could have fallen off, just like he done so many times before.
Sips stopped where the parking lot was supposed to be.
"sssssjjjjiiinnn"
no answer
"ssssjjjjiiinnnn"
there, a moan, but it wasn't coming from the dirt factory.
"sssjjjjiiinnnn"
sips couldn't get another response, so he walked toward the tower of power, only to meet a skeleton, which he easily slayed
"ssssssjjjjiiiiiiinnnnn"
sips looked around in the direction the first noise had come from. There wasn't anything unusual. Only mobs and snow.
He finally decided to go into the lava storage room as his hands where starting to ache.
"fuck" sips spouted as he tipped on something in the snow and face palmed into the wooden deck.
"what the fuck was that"
sips turned around and beat the snow savagely with his hand, only to find extreme resistance from the object beneath.