(A/N: Welcome to Hell, comrades. No, I am not Russian. Hah, just kidding about the Hell part. Anyways, welcome to the first page of this fanfic. This fanfic might be decent, and yes, this will be a pre-hardmode fanfic. New heroes, blah blah blah, demon slaying. This is based off a prequel comic of another comic I was making while in school. (I never finished it...) Anyways, both comics were made by me. For now, we're going with... words! That is SO much better. (*sarcasm*) Enjoy this fanfic. I do not own Terraria, just the OC's. Enjoy!)

Chapter 1: The New World

Plains of Terraria. 5:03 P.M.

Two people are wandering around in the new lands of Terraria. This dimension had opened up recently. A fresh, new dimension for everyone to plunder.

Well, not exactly.

One of the men trips. This man's name is Scott.

"Oof." Scott mumbled.

"Will you stop tripping ever so often? You're the clumsiest person I have ever met and agreed to direct you to places." The man in front said. This man's (nick)name is only known as 'the Guide'.

"Well excuse me, but this terrain isn't exactly walkable on." Scott said, getting up.

"Whatever. Let's just go." The Guide said, walking forward.

"Where the hell are we going anyways?" Scott asked.

"We're going to the Castle of Terra. It's said to be an impenetrable fortress by land and air. Everyone is going there to take shelter since nobody else knows how to build a home." The Guide said. He was clearly angry at everything.

"Someone should make a book called 'House Building for Dummies'..." Scott joked.

"Yeah, everyone here is a dumbass." The Guide said. He was still angry at something that happened earlier.

"What the hell are you so pissed off about?" Scott asked.

"I don't want to talk about it." The Guide replied. "Just keep walking." The Guide added, still walking.

Scott wanted to take off the backpack he had, it was getting heavy for him. He had to stuff and cram tools and supplies into that tiny little backpack he was carrying.

"How much longer do we have to go before we can find the stupid castle anyways?" Scott complained.

"Keep your damn backpack on, we're almost to the castle." The Guide barked.

'Well this is the worst trip I've had since... err...' Scott thought. He didn't recall much of his younger childhood. At all.

Scott looked at the sky. It was starting to get late.

"Do you at least know how to build a damn shelter? It's starting to become dark." Scott said.

"Quit complaining, there's a cave nearby." The Guide remarked.

'Cheap asshole...' Scott thought, walking into the cave.

Random Cave. 9:01 P.M.

A camp fire was set up, and puddles of slime were scattered around.

"Well, at least we killed the slimes that were making a nest here." The Guide said.

"Oh, WE? I had to kill every damn slime in this dead-end cave while you waited outside!" Scott yelled.

Scott wasn't very fond of the Guide since he was being a lazy imbecile during this entire trip. He didn't do much at all.

Both of them heard rocks crumbling, and they looked at the tunnel that lead deeper into the cave.

"Well? Aren't you gonna check it out?" The Guide said.

Scott mumbled something, and picked up an axe and looked down at the tunnel, lighting a torch and throwing it down the cave. He didn't see anything, but then he noticed a hand sticking out to the light.

"I see... a hand." Scott said.

Then suddenly a zombie popped up out of nowhere in the tunnel and screamed/roared at Scott.

"WHATHEHELLISTHATTHING?!" Scott yelled, falling over backwards.

The Guide paid no attention.

Scott looked back at the tunnel and still saw the zombie. Scott picked up an arrow and chucked it at the zombie, headshotting it.

"Huh, I must be a natural at throwing arrows like tomahawks." Scott said to himself, walking back to the entrance of the cave.

"What the hell were you screaming about?" The Guide asked.

Scott was silent for the moment. "Nothing." Scott said, looking at the night sky. He didn't expect anything to happen since they were out in the cold moonlight. Scott looked around, he could make out the castle in the distance. He turned around to the tunnel, not another sound was made.

Path to the Castle of Terra. 9:03 A.M.

Scott yawned. "Did we have to get up so early?" Scott complained.

"Quit complaining. We had to get up earlier than usual if you want a quick start to the Castle of Terra." The Guide said, walking.

Scott looked ahead, the gates were high up in the open. He noticed and could make out that it was starting to move.

"Move, sloth!" Scott yelled, running.

The Guide started to run after Scott.

"Why the hell are you running?!" The Guide yelled.

"The gates are closing, you idiot!" Scott yelled, running to the castle.

Castle of Terra. 9:45 P.M.

They made it just in time past the gates by jumping for it and sliding into the castle as the gates shut.

"Well, that honestly took a long time for them to close the gates." Scott noted.

The Guide got up and looked around.

The Castle of Terra was ranked enough to be a Grand Fortress, nothing can penetrate its walls and its mass amount of cannons proved that nothing can get in from above. The Guide knocked on the ground to feel what the ground was. It felt like iron flooring and several dirt patches.

A knight general and an archer master walked over to Scott and The Guide, the archer master pointing his bow at the two newcomers.

"Who are you two people?" The archer master questioned.

Scott peeled his face off the floor and told them his name.

"And I'm the Guide." The Guide said.

The knight general and the archer master stared at The Guide with twitchy eyes.

"Take the Guide to the dungeon and leave Scott here." The archer master said, walking away.

"Wait, what?" The Guide said, getting grabbed in the head by the knight general and being dragged like a ragdoll across the iron flooring to the dungeons.

Scott stared at them, and then got up and looked at his surroundings. At least he was free of the Guide's constant laziness.

Still, he had to wonder why the Guide was being taken away. So he went to look for the archer master to ask why.

Scott didn't know of what was ahead of him.

That encounter in the cave was only just the beginning.

(A/N: Before you start asking, no, this will not become a zombie fanfic. The encounter was for comedic purposes, but the start of the invasion of the Underworld. Next chapter will be much better... anyways. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next chapter's name is Impending Doom as the invasion of the Underworld starts to take place, with someone that really needs to look in a mirror. See you on the next chapter!) -SuperNoobGalaxy