Welcome! An update the very next day? It's almost like I was writing these while waiting for the two day waiting period to pass and while having absolutely nothing to do but write about minecraft and play minecraft. On that note, I decided I will only update once a day at the most (I may skip a few days) so that if I happen to get very busy I will have a few pieces I can publish anyways. Onwards to the story!
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Simple's eyes shot open as she pressed herself up against the stone behind her, heart beating in a frenzied rhythm against her chest.
"Baaaaa." Crunch. Crunch.
She slumped down in relief as the sheep wandered further off, footsteps receding. Her night had been spent cowering in the corner, jumping at every sound, hiding from the things out there, though none had tried to get into her shelter after that green thing. What sleep she had managed to get had been plagued by nightmares of things getting in and dreams of a world where things had rounded edges and not the straight lines that surrounded her now. Except those dreams had somehow seemed more real than what she saw right at that moment, giving Simple a headache that wouldn't go away unless she just decided not to try and figure out what was real and what wasn't.
At some point during the night, in an attempt to distract herself, she had made a workbench out of some of the wood she had, and then she had fashioned a few more tools, this time using stone instead of wood. She'd even made an awkward looking "sword" though she supposed it was more accurate to call it "something that might be a club, if a club's only definition is that it bashes things in the face and not that it look like anything in particular". Her torches had remained lit throughout the entire night, which seemed odd but she didn't want to invite the headache back, so she ignored that and just enjoyed the fact that they didn't seem to be going out.
Shaking her head she gazed towards the hole in her shelter, sunlight pouring through. She couldn't stay huddled in this hole forever, especially since she had eaten the steak (at least, she thought she had. It was gone anyways and she had a vague memory of chewing on something, but maybe that had been a dream and she had thrown the steak out to try and satisfy a monster) and would need to find more food. At the same time she couldn't go out there, not with monsters roaming around. Building up all of her courage she inched over to the dirt and peered over the edge, a surprisingly peaceful scene meeting her gaze. There was a huge spider, but it was far off and halfway up one of the mountains ringing her little valley.
Removing the dirt "door" she inched out, stone sword clenched tightly in her hand. Not like she knew how to use it, but it had to be better than hitting something with a stick. A few more steps. She breathed a sigh of relief when nothing tried to murder her, taking a better look around. The sheep wandered closer to the edge of the lake, the spider lurked at the top of the mountain on the other side and a few chickens pecked at the grass just up the mountain she had taken shelter in.
The tree she had cut down the night before seemed to have regrown or at the least another had grown near it. She had a fuzzy memory of tossing down a sapling as she gathered wood in a frenzy, finding the sapling to be no use at the time. Again, it seemed odd that it had already grown but she decided not to question it. She wasn't feeling quite as terrified as she had felt last night and with a growing determination she set about using her axe to dismantle this new tree-careful to replant any saplings that she found. She took a break after she completed her task to take a long drink from the lake, before hurrying back to her shelter. She had more things she wanted to do-like find food-but first she wanted to ensure that she had a place of safety to retreat to.
Using her table she was able to turn some of the wood into a somewhat sturdy door, which she managed to fix to the stone walls that had sandwiched the dirt last night. Next she used her pickaxe to mine a bit more out of the mountain, including more of the black bits-most likely coal, she realized after a moment of reflection, which she decided to save as she had plenty of light in her small home at the moment. Using a bit more wood she made a small chest to keep her extra supplies in. While she was at it she laid out some of the wooden planks on the floor-it wouldn't be comfortable, but it would be warmer than sleeping on the stone itself.
One last task remained before she could relax and she was running out of time to do it. Climbing up the mountain, sword against her back, she finally got to where the chickens were. She'd been hoping to gather up some eggs to eat, but they had either already been grabbed by scavengers or the chickens weren't laying, or were laying them in hard to find places. She resorted, instead, to killing one of the chickens itself, an easy task as they didn't seem to be frightened of her at all. They simply stood there, even after she'd hit one with her sword. The one she had hit puffed into smoke, and left behind a few feathers and some meat. She gathered both up, before heading back down to the safety of her shelter as the sun began to set.
As she waited for her chicken to cook in a somewhat badly made stove (it was, quite literally, a pile of rocks with some fire) she suddenly sat straight up. "How in the hell do I know how to do all of this?" She knew, just knew, that she shouldn't be able to make tools, to make a door, to attach a freaking door to stone. She shouldn't know how. Yet somehow she had managed all of that without really thinking much about it at all. "Great. I'm probably possessed. Best explanation. Well, whoever is doing the possessing, I don't mind all of your help-really, I'd be zombie food if you weren't around-but I'd kind of would have appreciated it if you'd asked first."
Of course, nobody answered.
Her second night was much better than her first, though she slept badly. Nothing disturbed her sleep except the sounds from outside-though nothing tried to get in, which she had been worried about. She was beginning to have an idea for that sheep-or rather that sheep's wool-but she didn't want to kill the sheep if she could help it and that was the only method she could think of at the moment.
Simple's following days followed much the same pattern. She would wake up, peering cautiously out, before venturing out to do some task or another-often harvest trees and planting more, or searching for food. There didn't seem to be enough time in the day to do much of anything else. She got better at sleeping despite the noises outside. In truth, it was all settling into a routine.
One day as she was out harvesting more wood, something strange fell out of her pocket. It was rather battered, with odd rounded corners and connected to the familiar weight around her neck. It hadn't stroke her as odd until that moment that she couldn't figure out what it was that was around her neck, nor what the strange thing was. She couldn't see any use for either of them, so she tossed them off to the side. They'd disappear overnight and she didn't need to be carrying around things as useless as those.
The next morning she woke with determination. She was going to find some iron. She could make some shears out of that and she'd have a more comfortable place to sleep if she could shear that sheep and make some blankets. There had to be iron in caves and these mountains had to be riddled with caves. She just had to find one. She had a good enough stockpile of wood she could take a day off from chopping down trees. She had enough chicken that a day wouldn't hurt her there either.
Days of trudging around mountains to find food and chopping down trees had given her an endurance that she had lacked. Though it was already noon by the time she found a cave that looked promising she wasn't even winded and decided to delve into it. She could carve out a small hole in the wall and hide that way if night fell before she got back home. Descending into the darkness she placed torches along the wall as she went, stopping to mine coal when she came across any. Finally, as she was beginning to think about digging a small hole for her to sleep in, she found a new material, a rusty red ore embedded in stone. She set about mining it, gathering up a good amount of it and starting the trek back up towards the surface when a low groan reached her ears. Pulling her sword she turned around, scanning the darkness for the zombie but she couldn't see it. Inching backwards she didn't even hear the other creature come up behind her until it began its hissing.
Startled into screaming, she swung the sword around in a wild attack that knocked the creeper away from her, though it didn't stop its hissing advance. Racing around it she began a dash for the surface, the sounds of zombies and skeletons floating up towards her, attracted by her scream. The hissing noise didn't fade behind her, and as she struggled to climb up roughly hewn stairs, it grew closer and louder until suddenly she felt herself thrown against a wall as a thundering explosion took the place of the hissing. Dizzy she struggled up, singed and bruised but not dead. At least, not yet. Though the creeper had exploded-why had she not known it would do that?-other monsters were quickly advancing. Ignoring the protest of her battered body she scrambled up the rest of the stairs, making a faltering run for her shelter, glad she had left torches along the way to avoid getting lost.
She slammed the door shut behind herself, an arrow lodging in it as she did so. She stood, panting and facing the door with her sword drawn, until the noises began to diminish, before she allowed herself to fall onto her bed and sink into an exhausted sleep.
She didn't think she'd be going back into any caves any time soon.
Ah, just to be clear. In the summary, when I said the world adapts Simple to it, I quite mean it. Simple doesn't adapt to the world (not willingly anyways), which you can judge by the fact that she's kind of forgetting not having always been there. In my minecraft world there just isn't room for a bunch of people dropping in from other worlds and mucking about with things. One or two? Maaaybe, but that's for the future. I'm not sure how well I got across the idea though, so I thought I'd clarify at the end. And ask for you to maybe tell me how I might improve in that respect, or if I somehow managed to be clear.