Author's Start Note: Welcome to the second chapter of Mission: Minecraft! Not much to say here: the 6 boys belong to me, all Minecraft characters to Mojang, and let's dive right in!

Chapter 2: First day, first night

I woke up to the feeling of warm sunlight shining on my face. It felt good. A wonderful and very refreshing way to start off a day.. Under me, I could smell the unmistakable scent of… dirt?

My eyes snapped open. Why was I sleeping on dirt? Did my older brother chuck me out the window again? But I couldn't remember going to sleep. From what I remember, I was on my desktop, playing Minecra -

…

It all started coming back to me. My vision turning white, the static, being sucked into the computer.

Wait a minute.

I looked around me, hoping to see the usual: my bed, my desktop, my books.

But all I saw were a few trees here and there, a pig, two cows and some chickens.

But that was the least of my concerns.

The fact that all of them were cuboid was more concerning to me.

Just like in Minecraft.

…

Oh no…

Have I been -?

No, I couldn't have. This, this was all a dream! It had to be!

I pinched myself to wake myself up.

But when I lifted my hand to pinch myself, I screamed.

Because when I saw my hands, instead of my usual human hands appearing, a more blocky, cuboid hand appeared. Just like in Minecraft.

Wait, Minecraft characters don't HAVE fingers. The thick arms ended in just flat stumps.

Meh, never mind.

Anyway, I pinched myself on my lower arm. Hard. So hard that when I did, I winced and an audible crack sounded.

Hmmm, that crack.

I've heard it before. But where?

I gasped in realization.

"The sound you make when you get damaged!" I randomly exclaimed to myself. I slapped my chunky hands over my mouth, which, funnily enough, felt like a slit made in my face.

"Just like in those various Minecraft animations I've watched!" I randomly blurted out again. Boy, did I have a habit of randomly saying my thoughts out loud. I took in a deep breath, and let it out.

"Okay, first things first. My name is Benjamin. I am 15 years old, I was, for some unknown and strange reason, sucked into Minecraft. I don't know what I'm doing here, but I need to find a way out…"

A way out.

I gasped again.

My home! What about my parents? What will they do when they see me gone from the room?

Emotions swept over me like a wave. In moments, my eyes watered and I curled up into a ball and started bawling my eyes out. Now please don't think of me as a baby for breaking down after thinking about home. I usually don't do this *ahem*. I stayed in that ball for a while and continued sobbing.

After a bit, I stopped crying and stood up. My face was wet with tears, and with the steady wind that started to blow a minute or so ago, the tears were starting to dry. And I'm sure you know how uncomfortable dried tears are.

I looked for a water source and eventually found one about fifteen blocks away from where I had my meltdown. I bent over the water and looked at myself.

To be honest, I was a bit shocked to see my Minecraft skin face looking back at me from the water's shimmery surface. After looking at myself every morning before school, I kind of got accustomed to seeing my real face in every reflection. But now, since I got sucked into Minecraft, I guessed that I had to just get used to seeing the awesome skin that I made myself every time I looked into something that made a reflection (mirrors don't exist in Minecraft).

I washed my face, rubbing the water over my flat face and washing off the tears. After that, I dried the water off by wiping my face on my arm and looked around.

My blood froze cold.

Standing behind me was a group of mobs. About five zombies, three skeletons, two spiders and a creeper. A zombie growled at the other zombies, and they all started to slowly amble their way towards me, groaning. I glance up at the sky. Shoot. It was night. What with all the emotions and confusion, I had been unaware of the darkness slowly settling down into the sky.

As the zombies made their way towards me, the spiders scuttled along the ground, making their distinctive spider sounds. Their red eyes glowed in the dark, making them look ten times scarier. The skeletons glared at me with their hollow eye sockets and readied their bows. The creeper –

Wait, where did the creeper go?

My question was answered by a loud hissing noise centimetres behind me.

I knew what that meant. As quick as a bolt, I dashed away in a random direction. But even that wasn't enough. As I ran, a ground shaking BOOM sounded, shock waves rippling through the ground. I was knocked off my feet, and I fell over. A familiar crack could be heard at that moment.

I quickly got up and looked behind me. There was a big crater in the ground, with little dirt blocks scattered around. All the zombies were dead.

Pathetic.

Only one spider remained.

Oh no.

All the skeletons were still alive.

OH NO!

They seemed to have gotten shocked by the creeper explosion, too, since the arrows they loaded were dropped on the ground. They reloaded their bows and aimed them at me.

Just as I was about to dodge, I heard rustling behind me. I whipped my head round, only to leave my poor head's back to be impaled by three arrows. I yelped in pain, the same crack sounding. The skeletons, despite not being able to express any facial expressions whatsoever, looked as if they were glad that they finally got their arrows stuck into my body. They simultaneously loaded their bows again and aimed.

Just as a stone sword flew out of the forest behind them and skewered one of the bony horrors right in the ribs.

Author's end note: And there we have it! The end of the second chapter! Another cliffhanger! Apologies to those who hate cliffhangers. Anyway, expect the third chapter to be out sometime soon and have a good day/night! :D