Hey ya'll, it's Ender! I hope you're having a great day, and I hope to make it even better with this new story! This chapter has 1,275 words. NOTE: I do NOT own Mianite, Minecraft, any YouTubers mentioned and really, I only own this story.

The Brothers' Promise

Matt hated it when things fell apart. Particularly buildings.

Matt woke up when a drop of rain landed on his nose. He looked up at the ceiling, noticing a leak in the roof right above his bed. Matt sighed as another droplet landed on him; this was the trouble of living in the penthouse of the HQ. If the roof started dripping, it would be his room that got wet.

Matt climbed out of his bed, hastening as more rain dripped down. I'll have to fix that, he thought, annoyed. But first, breakfast.

Matt slipped on his armour as usual, finding his confidence grow as the metal plating clinked merrily. Khione's gift to him always seemed to have an effect on his personality, inspiring him to be stronger and happier. He smiled a little, tucking his wand away inside a chink in his armour.

Matt walked out of his room, noticing that the door to Phil's room across the hall was still closed. Matt opened the door, poking his head into the room to see if his brother was awake.

Phil was definitely not awake. He lay sprawled out on his stomach, entangled in the soft sheets. Matt grinned a little, walking over to Phil.

"Hey," Matt whispered, gently shaking Phil's shoulder to rouse him. Phil muttered something incoherent, probably 'go away and let me sleep.'

"Wake up. It's morning now," Matt smiled as Phil groaned, opening his eyes.

"I was having such a great dream," He complained. "And then you woke me up."

"Sorry," Matt shrugged. "It's breakfast time. I know you would hate to miss breakfast."

"Breakfast!" Phil grinned, jumping out of bed. He quickly grabbed his mask and slipped it on, his eyes glowing brightly through the slits in the leather. "Let's go!"

Matt laughed as Phil ran out of the room, excited for breakfast. Matt followed more slowly, descending the long spiral staircase with no particular haste.

Arriving in the dining room, he saw that everyone else was already eating. Matt sat down next to Phil, helping himself to a plate of scrambled eggs that was sitting in the center of the table. He took a large bite, glancing around.

Wag sat across from him, wolfing down pancakes. Phil was to his left, pouring maple syrup over waffles, sausages, eggs and just about everything else on his plate. Tom was in the middle of a story, waving around a piece of bacon for emphasis.

"-So after Syndicate killed the horde of zombies, I spawned in a bunch of creepers. He got really panicked, and kept trying to run away from the explosions," Tom smiled. "Finally, he realized that he wasn't going to get away, so what he did was he climbed up onto a creeper's head. He used the force from the explosion to blast himself out of the arena, and landed on the grass outside!" Tom poked Wag in the chest with the bacon, laughing.

"My bacon now!" Wag grabbed the bacon from Tom. Tom tried to snatch it back but Wag grinned and stood up, holding the piece of bacon high above Tom's head.

"Give it back!" Tom whined, trying to reach the bacon while still sitting down. Matt snorted with laughter, setting his glass of orange juice down before he spilled it everywhere.

Tom narrowed his eyes and picked up one of his waffles. He stood up slowly and glared at Wag, syrup dripping from the waffle.

"Give me my bacon back!" Tom roared and tossed the waffle at Wag's face. Wag's eyes widened and then the waffle slammed into him, the syrup sticking the waffle to his face.

Matt and Phil burst out laughing but quickly got a forkful of eggs tossed at them by an annoyed Wag. They looked at each other, and with a sly grin, began throwing more food at their friends.

"Food fight!" Phil cried, dodging as Tom tried to dump jelly on his head. Matt scooped up a handful of sausages and threw them one by one at Wag, who dodged the meaty projectiles with a practiced agility.

"Hey!" Tom protested as Wag jumped into him to avoid Matt's attack. He started smacking his friend with a pancake until the edible weapon fell to pieces.

Matt screamed as he felt a cold liquid run down his back. He turned around and glared at Phil, who was looking away innocently, even though he still held an empty milk pitcher in his hands.

"You little -" Matt grinned as he smashed a plate of scrambled eggs into Phil. Phil jumped back, tripping over a chair that had been tipped over onto the floor. The wizard yelped as he crashed into the ground, his head smashing against the table leg.

"What in Dianite's name is going on?" Matt glanced at the door, stopping dead from where he was about to dump orange juice over Wag. User was standing frozen at the entrance to the dining room, taking in the messy scene.

The room itself was in a disarray, jelly and syrup coating just about every surface possible. Sausages lay forlornly on the floor, some with pancakes draped over them like blankets. Soggy eggs were drowning in puddles of milk or orange juice and there was two waffles slowly sliding down the wall, leaving a trail of syrup behind.

"Um…" Wag dropped the pieces of bacon he was holding. Every wizard in the room, save for User, was coated in syrup, jelly, milk and many other breakfast foods.

"It was Wag's fault!" Tom burst out, pointing at the named wizard. "He stole my bacon!"

"He threw a waffle at me!"

"He tossed eggs at us!"

"Okay, okay, calm down!" User raised his voice over the squabbling. Everyone quieted and User took a deep breath, once again surveying the chaos. "This is why wizards shouldn't get into food fights."

"At least we can clean it up fairly quickly," Phil pointed out, standing up. He rubbed the back of his head and winced in pain.

"Are you alright?" Matt asked, concern for Phil swamping him. Phil glanced at him, an unreadable look in his eyes.

"Yeah," he muttered. "I'm fine."

Matt felt slightly put out by Phil's reluctant answer but shoved it aside. Phil was probably just grumpy that he didn't actually get to eat his breakfast.

"Alright, get to cleaning," User ordered, crossing his arms.

"You're not going to help?" Tom stared at User. User grinned but shook his head.

"I didn't help make the mess. It's your own duty to clean it up," User lightly smacked Tom's shoulder. "Now go on. You all know the cleaning spell."

"Fine," Wag sighed. "Randai, žala, žalos netvarka, nustatyti tol, kol jis yra geriausias."

The other wizards joined in and gradually, the remains of the food fight began to fade away. User watched with amusement as a pancake that Wag had unknowingly been standing on vaporized, sending the wizard stumbling.

Finally, nothing remained of the breakfast war. Even the stains from the syrup and jelly had vanished from the wizards' clothes.

"There you go," User nodded approvingly. "Now I'm assuming you'll not want to be tossing sausage missiles or egg bombs at each other for some time."

"No, Mom," Phil smirked. User glared at him.

"Don't call me 'mom'" User ordered.

"Of course, Mom," Tom joined in, grinning. User took deep breaths, obviously trying to quell his rising annoyance.

"Call me 'mom' one more time and I will not hesitate to hurt you," User growled, narrowing his eyes.

"Sorry... Mom!" Matt laughed, then turned and ran, laughing harder when heard User give chase, shouting angrily just a few meters behind.

I had so much fun writing this chapter! ;D I can't believe it's been almost two months since I've written about the wizards...

Random Observation: This chapter was partly inspired by one of my friends who enjoys stealing my food, then making me get more for him! I play along with it because I find it amusing!

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