I don't own Minecraft. Notch does, along with his friends and Mojang.
Sorry it's been so long, but once again my internet is down. In fact, it still is. This isn't my computer, but I swallowed my affinity with my computer and will also write on this relative's laptop. Thank you, cousin.
Just a quick shout-out to Pastrinator and Pastrinator Jr. No relation, as far as I know. Heh. And of course, thanks to Zing for always being there in real life, and iliketoreviewthegoodstries for being here on Fanfiction.
Alright, on with the split timeline!
"Ow... Bacon, you alright?" Hunter asked. The stone floor had broken a couple bones on impact, and he was rather sure his back was bruised. But the pig oinked heartily, and the owner couldn't be happier.
"Good... Now listen to me. You need... ah... to get out of here. Find a way, you're smart."
The pig poked at him with a boot-covered paw. "No, not me. I'll stay here."
Bacon snorted and shook his head. He nudged out a golden apple from his emergency pig pack. Two remained in his pockets, among other things. Hunter took the apple and bit into it.
Instantly, his wounds started to heal. Bones started to knit back together and blood stopped seeping out onto the cold ground. Hunter breathed deeply, allowing for a brief break from the mayhem that just occured. The pig sat down, its frong legs propping it up.
Hunter sat up, and fondly petted Bacon's head. The pig oinked contently, then looked up to lick his master's palm.
Quietly chuckling, Hunter drew the pig closer. Hunter made sure Bacon was unharmed, then patted his head briefly before moving on to his own inspection.
A slightly worn pick hung limply at his toolbelt. In his pocket pouch, he always kept a few small sticks. And of course, at his hip was an iron sword, newly crafted and perfectly sharp. His armor was slightly worn, although he suspected falling was the culprit.
Hunter reached into Bacon's pig pack and pulled some emergency coal out. Carefully making a few torches, he managed to light one. Their surroundings burst into view thanks to the new light source, instead of dim light coming from where they had fallen.
"No use trying to get back up there." Hunter lamented. The pig nodded, poking at the ground. The light gleamed off the torso of Bacon's armor. The pig resembled an iron ingot with pink legs and a pink head topped with an iron helmet (pig size).
"Let's go... that way." Hunter pointed to where a distant sound of hissing and rattling could be heard. Bacon rolled his eyes; of course his master would pick the route with the most combat. The pig was suited for combat as well, literally and since Hunter trained him.
Hunter drew his sword, and the pig oinked. They walked forward, slowly making progress to where they'd fight to live, and love every second of it.
An arrow greeted them as it flew past Steve's face.
"Looks like we're here," Steve grinned, then bounded forward, pushing an arrow down into the ground with the flat of his blade.
Bacon rushed alongside his master, leaping onto a stony ledge to get a vantage point.
Hunter slammed his sword's pommel into the skeleton's skull, killing it. He smirked before a fist in his face wiped it off. A zombie hidden by the shadows had gotten a lucky hit.
"Looks like you get the special treatment..." Hunter said all too calmly, with an underlying insane and sadistic tone. He walked into the zombie's range, and let it swing its arm.
The arm fell to the ground, and the zombie growled. Hunter, too involved in messing with the undead in front of him, failed to notice another skeleton archer behind him. It carefully aimed its luminescent bow and let go of the bowstring.
Bacon lunged forward, pushing Hunter to the ground just in time to see the arrow fly over their forms into the zombie's skull. On impact, the zombie's head exploded, showering the two companions in gray matter and blood.
Hunter snapped out of his sadistic trance just as the skeleton let loose another arrow. He hugged his pig and turned on his side to let his own helmet take the arrow.
An explosion of both pain and force erupted from his back, throwing Hunter forward and skidding on the stony floor, armor sparking. The pig wiggled out of Hunter's weakening grasp and smashed his armored head into the skeleton, sending bones flying everywhere.
He bit on a torch and placed it on the ground near his master, then slid his paw next to it. A spark flew, igniting the carbon-covered stick and providing the pair a shield of light.
Bacon oinked softly, then looked at his master's helmet. The iron was heavily dented, and Bacon nudged it off. Underneath, Hunter's hair was matted with blood. The pig quickly drew close to his master's mouth, then was relieved to sense regular breathing.
The pig let out a soft sigh; his master was once again incapacitated, at least temporarily. Bacon enjoyed seeing his master's enthusiasm, but knew his master did not possess the skill level to do most of the things he did. However much he hated to admit it, his master was mediocre in combat, maybe somewhat good. He knew that Hunter knew that, under his fever for combat.
Maybe that was why he fought so hard and so often, mused the pig. Maybe he wanted to get better.
Bacon couldn't see why; his master was amazing overall in his eyes already.
Alright, so that was the newest chapter of this fic... obviously. Hopefully I can update other things as well, soon.
Until then, everyone.