I need Mob OCs for future chapters so please send OCs. These Mobs may die later so… yeah. An Enderperson OC would have more chance of not being killed. Female Enderpeople OCs will be more likely to be accepted. I also need a name for a mob with and edible drop e.g. pigs, cows, chickens… any edible mob besides sheep. I swear if anyone mentions squid in the reviews...

Ender's POV

We survived the night, but the day was much worse. I didn't know what was worse, pulling out the arrow in my shoulder or listening to Steve whine. I preferred the zombie.

The universe owes me one. I got shot and I don't even get to keep the arrow.

On the other hand, killing the offending skeleton left me with some exp points, which might help, and a bunch of arrows.

That was probably the least helpful drop in all of my very short existence. I don't have a bow and the exp points did nothing but glow. Gee, thanks universe.

Saying I was annoyed would be like saying that Steve was slightly clumsy. Right on cue, Steve tripped on perfectly flat ground, landing on Herobrine.

This was going to be interesting.

Steve fearfully watched Herobrine, his eyes darting around.

"I'm giving you a five second head start," he growled, as Steve took off running. By the time the head start was up, Steve had buried himself somewhere. Herobrine walked over to the spot where Steve disappeared. There was a dirt block among the grass blocks.

"Knew he was too stupid to hide properly," muttered Herobrine. He dug the block out. From below there was a shrill shriek.

How can he shriek that high? He should become an opera singer. He's definitely a soprano.

"Zombies! Help!" That was bad news.

I think I won the title Captain Obvious for that.

"Help! Spider!"

Spider?

I visualised a tiny hairy creature and shuddered. I would rather deal with that skeleton.

I summoned my stone sword, then carefully dropped into the hole, minimizing the damage. Dual wielding a torch and a sword was annoying. As I aimed a swipe at an incoming arrow, I placed the torch with my other hand. By some miracle, the arrow was deflected and didn't land in my head and the torch was on the ground. I could see more monsters forming in the darkness. Wait… the darkness? I spammed torches everywhere, killing as many mobs as possible with my sword. Eventually, we stopped the mobs from killing us. I almost got bitten by a small spider.

Then a bone chilling cry echoed through the cave.

"Help! I've been poisoned!"

Herobrine's POV

I could have heard the cry from a mile away. Steve was very noisy.

"I have half a heart left!"

What are hearts? Don't you only have one heart and one life?

I couldn't see any hearts. All I saw was a skeleton… aiming a bow… at Steve. I darted forwards, already knowing that I was too late.

"Steve, duck!" Ender's cry rang through the cave as the arrow flew in a line towards Steve. Thankfully, the idiot managed to trip over before the arrow hit him.

Typical Steve.

Ender's POV (Again)

I needed to get closer to Steve. The zombies were slowly making their way across and Steve was in no condition to fight. I threw my nearly broken sword at the zombie closest to Steve. Both the sword and the zombie disappeared in a puff of smoke as the sword met the zombie's head.

The other zombies were getting closer and Steve was spasming in pain.

I wish I could teleport there…

There was a zapping sound, then I was in front of Steve. Recovering from my shock quickly, I placed a crafting table. Using the cobblestone, I mined last night, I made two stone swords, in case one broke or Steve recovered.

After what felt like a million deflected arrows and a trillion pieces of rotten flesh later, Steve recovered from the poison. He desperately crafted a shovel on the crafting table and tried to defend himself with it. I was doing too well with two swords to hand one to Steve. He was only fighting one zombie and he had some sort of extended reach that allowed him to swipe at empty air and hit the opponent.

It matches his combat style.

Steve was desperately swiping randomly at the zombie. It turned red and kept on going every time he hit it. Eventually he killed it.

"Eek!"

I guessed that Steve had seen another zombie. I had bigger concerns such as… the mass of mobs I had to stop to save Steve. A zombie clawed forwards, hoping to infect me. It lost its head with my next slash. Herobrine was fighting in a blur of wood and monster drops.

After a while, most of the mobs were dead. We gathered around Steve.

"I have all my hearts back!" yelled Steve, "But I'm kind of hungry."

Then, an arrow fired by a skeleton glided through the air, burying itself in Steve's head.

Lol, cliffhanger. I know you're going to hate me for it. So what? What do you mean you're going to threaten a puppy? Do you want to get licked by a puppy to death or mauled with a dog's tongue? Put that knife down! A chapter's coming soon… To a cinema/book/story/fanfic near you. Hopefully.