A/N: Hello there, people of FanFiction! This is a YogFic(Kinda) because I just love those British bastards. If you're not a fan of violence, swearing, crazy shit, etc., get out. If you are a fan, awesome! I'll need some Ocs to make it more interesting, so PM me. I'll try to get 5 or 6 of these up a month. Read on!

BOOM! Uh-oh...the mutant creeper got out! I quickly jumped out of bed, threw my cookie monster jacket on, reached for my Ars Magica spell book and Thaumcraft wand, grabbed a couple cookies and a bottle of milk for breakfast, and ran into the living room. I know, odd place for a Mutant Creeper, but she was Creeps's Mom, I had to keep her around! I turned a corner in the hallway, passing the storage area. As I ran down the marble hallway I also passed the portal room, the magic station and the little indoor cookie farm. Once I made into the living room, I found something much worse than the Mutant Creeper getting out.

"Son of a bitch..." I muttered to myself as looked at what lay before me. The Yogscast. The most notorious three. Simon, Lewis, and Duncan. Lewis seemed to be scolding Simon, who was freaking out in the corner. Thankfully, Duncan was attempting to fix my cookie making machine. I walked up to them, dumbfounded, and asked, "What are you...why...how...?"

"Aaah! I'm fixing it, calm down!" Duncan said, wrench in hand.

"I can fix it later!" I yelled, gaining their attention. I continued, "What I want to know is, what are you three doing, why is Simon freaking out, and how did you get here!?"

"Welll..." Lewis started, "We were exploring when we found this island. As soon as we landed the airship, there was a creeper that-"

"There's a creeeeper, on the ship, la-la-la-lala!" Simon and Duncan suddenly sang. Lewis sighed and I chuckled.

"Anyway, the creeper climbed aboard and blew up a chunk of air balloon which rendered the airship unable to actually get into the air." Lewis explained.

"How did you find my base?" I inquired.

"Simon got scared and jumped off the ship when he saw the creeper." Duncan backed up. Then Lewis continued,

"Yes, then we jumped down after him and started running. Unfortunately, there were monsters everywhere."

"Yea, I've been meaning to light the place up. Simon, duck!" I said worriedly.

"Oooh! I love ducks!" He said as he turned around. Yet it wasn't a duck, it was a skeleton. "AAH!" I raised my hand up and fired a light blue beam of lightning, barely missing Simon.

"Oops...sorry Simon." I burned his beard a little bit.

"What?" He asked, clueless.

"Nothing Simon, but anyways," Lewis started again, "We started running to the nearest light source. A small factory, which seemed abandoned. We made it inside, as you can see, and Simon saw... your cookies..." Lewis ended, as Simon, with his tongue sticking out of a goofy grin, started to reach for a cookie. Duncan slapped his hand away and grabbed one for himself instead.

As Lewis explained this, I had made my way to my kitchen area and had eaten my cookies and drank my milk. "You know, coming from anyone else, I would have shot them in the face already," I said, my face expressionless. They looked a bit surprised. I guess hearing something like that from a guy in an outfit based around cookies is kind of scary, but I continued,"But coming from you three, I expect nothing but something that crazy. You're welcome to stay here for a while. I'll give you the materials, but you'll have to set up a shack or carve out a cave. Of course, I'll help a bit, but I'm not going to do it all. I ain't no charity..."

"Thank you." Lewis said with a smile. Simon then asked me, with a curious look,

"But, what is your name?"

"Oh, I'm Ean. This is my home. I have worked quite hard on it. I almost died several times. But, I've done it, with the help of machines and magic alike. Of course, Duncan knows everything about the machines. I believe I have enough wool to make air balloons, so you won't have to be here long. I need more sleep though."

"But you just woke up..." Duncan said, confused.

"Another thing about me, I am one LAZY bastard." I said with a small smirk, walking back to my room.

"Well he's pretty nice." Simon said on the couch, enjoying my cookies with a derp face.

"Oh my God..." Duncan said, rubbing his temples.