Seeing that I got a few reviews that people wanted me to continue, I decided to add a second chapter to the story. These fast than usual updates are only temporarily, since I'm on spring break. So here it is!
"Man, what's with that farmer villager?" Steve shook his head side to side still confused by everything that has been happening. He was also a bit envious on how that villager could jump that far and the way he performed a backflip so flawlessly. "That's just sad. Even I don't know how to do a perfect backflip, and I'm a superior being compared to those stupid villagers."
As Steve walked past a few wood houses, he spotted a small group of four farm villagers wandering around the house where the farmer was just next to.
"I thought villager number 7 was here," one said to another.
"Wait. I thought his name was villager number 5, because plus 2 does equal 5 right?" the other replied.
"No it equals fish, and can't we just call him by his real name, Bob? Our village is not one of those types of villages," another said, emphasizing the 'those'.
"Wait. Isn't Bob the name of this one revolutionary guy trying to change the commenting system on Youtu-"
"Hey you!" Steve called out to them mid-sentence, about 10 blocks away, and started to run up to them. "I know where Bob is! He went over that hill right there!"
"Huh? That voice doesn't sound like a villager," one said. They all turned to the source of the voice calling to them, and saw Steve running up to them.
"Yeah, I'm not a villager. I know where your friend went," Steve explained as he halted to a stop in front of them. His blocky hand pointed over the hills to the direction Bob ran off. "He parkoured over that hill, because he looked scared or something. Um, are you listening?"
The four villagers simply just stood there, but their eye pupils shrank smaller than a silverfish hair. The rising of their chest also stopped, indicating that their breathing paused. Every single movement had stopped, and they were frozen like statues.
"Are you serious?" Steve waved his hand in front of their faces, and they gave no response. So he tapped a villager on his shoulder. The villager swayed side to side in the same exact position, and then knocked down the others in a domino fashion, yet they all held same stance. Paralyzing fear was clearly on all of their faces.
"Um, never mind," Steve backed up from them, and walked on to a church, where a purple robe villager resided. 'Yes! I can trade ender pearls from him!'
"Praise the almighty Notch! For he had created us! And can protect all of us from the evil, like the demons and mobs!" The priest constantly called out, despite the lack of villagers in the area.
"Hey there!" Steve called out to the priest villager, and placed his hand on his shoulder to get his attention. The purple clothed villager turned around. "I was wondering if I can have some ende-
"EEEEEEEEEEEK!" the priest villager let out a shrill high pitched scream upon the sight of Steve, and ran as fast as potion of swiftness III, away from him with arms flailing in the air. Then he ran into the wall of the church, and ender pearls flew out of his inventory.
Steve stood there extremely confused from the reaction. 'What's up with this village? Everyone's acting as if they saw an army of silverfish,' Then he worriedly ran up to the priest who was struggling to stand from the impact and stretched out his hand to the startled villager. "Are you oka-"
"AAAUUUGGGHHH!" the priest screamed as he abruptly cut off his words, and scrambled a second time to the door, which he forgot to open, causing his head to collide.
Steve shook his head upon the sight of him hurting himself. "Woah! Calm down there! I was only asking for some ender pearls."
"HERE! Take them! I don't care! Just please don't hurt me!" With this the priest threw some ender pearls to Steve, who caught them. Unfortunately for the priest, purple robed villager disappeared leaving behind a flurry of ender particles, and teleported right into the arms of Steve where the ender pearls were at. The next thing the priest saw was a close-up of Steve's face, particularly his eyes.
Steve glared down to the priest in mixed worry and frustration. "I really don't appreciate this joke," Steve began to speak, but was cut off again.
"AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGHHH!" this time the priest let out an even louder wail, which could be heard hundreds of blocks away. "YOU TELEPORTED TO ME! YOUR EYES ARE SO CLOSE! I HOPE I DIDN'T ANGER YOU! I BEG YOU! DON'T HURT ME PLE-" but then he fell limp and fainted from pure fear.
"You actually….. teleported….. to….. me," Steve felt his voice trailing off since it was no use. Then he laid him down and decided to walk on to the next house. How in the world did this villager acquire such a large amount of ender pearls? Just trying to obtain one would cost a few broken bones and cuts from an enderman in rage mode. 'Actually the question is, why were all the villagers freaking out today?'
Another villager in a white robe caught Steve's attention next to the village's library carrying a large heavy bookshelf, with his hands still held together in front. He seemed to be struggling trying to move the load, so Steve decided to help him. 'A librarian. Guess I could use some books.'
Steve grabbed the other side of the bookshelf, and the librarian instantly felt the load lighten. The white robed villager tried to see over the block to know who was helping, but the shelf was too high. "Thank you!" The librarian said gratefully, and they both carried the shelf inside. "No problem," Steve replied. 'I'm just happy that you are currently not screaming.'
"Let's put it right there!" The librarian pointed to a spot where the other shelves were located at, and moving in sync with each other, they successfully place the bookshelf block in its spot.
The librarian stood up straight wiping the sweat of his head. "Thank you," he said, and then the villager turned to face the one who helped him and stretched out his hand for a handshake.
"You're welcome," Steve replied, and stretched out his hand to the villager's palm, but then the librarian's hand moved backwards. "Huh?" Steve looked up to the librarian who started to display the same face of horror the others before demonstrated. "Oh c'mon not again," Steve huffed in irritation, but the librarian villager couldn't hear his words, because he had already crashed outside through a window.
So Steve walked outside of the library to the next stop. "The village looks very empty today," Steve muttered. Strangely, the usual crowds of villagers weren't seen, making the gravel road empty.
A bright mixed orange and yellow bright fluid had quickly caught his attention. It was encased within a cobblestone house. "A blacksmith!" Steve exclaimed, and he swiftly ran to the front of the place. A child walked out of the shop. "Welcome visitor! Welcome to our blacksmith shop! Where we sell quality items and ingots for a reasonable price of 35 emeralds each!"
"WHAT THE NETHER 35 EMERAL- I mean, hi kid. Great deal on your shop, and is your daddy here?" Steve didn't want to show his deep disapproval for the shop, but this was a child he was talking to. 'Wait a second.'
"Aren't you scared or anything?" Steve was shocked that out of all of the things he had witnessed today, a child hadn't shown any signs of being scared.
"No," The child replied. "Why should I be scar-"
"OH MY NOTCH!" A more gruff voice shouted, and an adult villager wearing a black apron rushed outside. "Get away from that man!" the older villager commanded.
"Why should I daddy?" the child innocently asked.
"JUST DO IT!" The black apron villager said with pleading tone.
"Ok!" And the child skipped back into the shop.
The older villager made sure the child was inside, and then he faced Steve.
"Why did you tell your kid to go inside? He was just advertising," Steve sighed. This village was ridiculous.
"N-No! SS-S-STAY A- AWAY! I- A-AM T-THE B-BL-BLACK-S-SM-SMITH OF TH-THIS V-VIL-VILLAGE!" the blacksmith shouted with the most intimidating tone he can muster. "I-I a-am n-n-not a-af-afr-afraid o-of y-you."
"Um, you say you're not afraid, but why is your voice is stuttering like crazy, with fear every time you talk?" Steve asked. Just looking at the blacksmith, the maker of armor, weapons, even up to diamonds, he was extremely terrified. 'Aren't blacksmith's one of the strongest villagers when it comes to combat?'
"I-I h-have a sw-sword!" And then the blacksmith slid on a full set of diamond armor, and took out a freshly made diamond sword. Then he stood in a fighting pose, retaining the coolest 'ready for battle expression' he can make.
"A challenge, eh? Ok, I guess I'll take it, but I'll go easy," Steve was finally happy that a villager was attempting to show some courage, because this village was going haywire. Then Steve took out an overused, verge on cracking wooden sword.
The blacksmith let out a squeak, as he saw the wooden weapon being pulled out. Then Steve started to approach him, a step at a time. After the first step, the diamond clothed blacksmith dropped his diamond sword in terror, and kept stepping back.
"This is pathetic," Steve decided to simply run up to the blacksmith, and before the diamond covered villager could process it, Steve lightly tapped on his nose with the wooden sword.
"AAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIEEEEEE!" The supposed to be manly villager let out the most high-pitched girly sounded shriek Steve had ever heard, causing the miner to clasp his hands on the side of his head, to cover and protect his ears. Then the blacksmith ran away from in Steve in circles with arms trailing behind him. This intrigued Steve, and decided to chase the blacksmith, lightly swinging the wooden sword
"What in the horses hay is going on out here?" A more raspy feminine voice came from the shop.
"It's Daddy screaming like a girl," the child explained in the best way he can.
"GRANDMA!" The blacksmith screamed. "IT'S HIM! GET AWAY WITH MY KID!"
A face of an old woman peeked out the door and observed the scene before her. It was a full diamond armor screaming blacksmith being chased by an unarmored, wooden sword being.
"Easy, to get rid of vermin, you simply handle them the old styled way." With that, the old woman grabbed a stick lying on the windowsill, slowly 'ran' up to Steve, and landed a weak hit.
"I don't have time for this," Steve muttered, as he put his wooden sword back and walked away from the blacksmith shop.
"And that's," the grandmother yelled in triumph. "Is how you get chase chickens off your front yard!" The next sounds that followed after were undistinguishable yells and blubbering from the horrified and confused Blacksmith.
"She was probably blind," Steve concluded. There was one last stop he could go to, and that will most likely have the bone Steve had sought after. The Butcher.
A few blocks later, Steve spotted a villager wearing a white apron run into a shop. 'There's the butcher.' Following after, Steve entered the small shop, and saw the butcher turned away from him, busy chopping up meat from a pig.
'Eww,' Steve couldn't help but grimace at the sight of a pig cruelly getting chopped up and carved. "Um excuse me?"
The villager kept on working, but called out in an irritated voice. "What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy here? If don't have anything useful to say, then get out! Scram!"
"Oh, I'm sorry If I was bothering you," Steve rolled his eyes clearly showing a hint of sarcasm. "I was wondering if you have any leftover bones," Steve continued, now a bit cross with the butcher's show of unfriendliness.
The butcher let out last one heavy chop onto a pig's leg which cleanly sliced off, and it flew to Steve's direction, who moved out of the way. "I've warned the village, that if they dare show any sign of disrespect to me, that they will get it," the butcher's voice became dark and angry.
"I-I asked you if you give out bones in your establishment," Steve felt his voice shake from the sight of a pig's leg twitching right next to him. But the miner refused to show the intimidation he received.
"You have disrespected me, and now you're going to get it from me!" The butcher shouted, a bit short-tempered. For the first time, the white-apron villager turned around to punish the annoying visitor.
Steve felt himself cringe upon the sight of the butcher. There were red stains all over his apron and skin. Some of the deep red spots seemed to saturate past the apron. A splatter of red was on his chin and the butcher wiped it away with a slick motion.
"Hmmm?" the butcher focused on the figure before him, and it became clear.
"EEEEEPPPP!" The Butcher let out a scream and in instinct, he threw the chopping knife to Steve's direction.
"WOAH!" Steve yelled out as he lifted his foot right before the knife had touched it. "Never throw sharp objects at me!" Steve said in irritation, and then he picked up the dropped knife. It had swine blood on it, with a terrible nauseating stench. Steve walked to the Butcher to give back the knife.
The butcher who had been cutting open and chopping up animals for years, seeing spilled blood every single day of his life, killing innocent animals, having a fearful reputation in the village, who had a cold, strong, and cruel demeanor, let out girly shrieks like the blacksmith before and backed up in cowering fear upon seeing 'him' come closer with the knife. The white robe villager felt his foot hit something metal, as he tripped backwards. It was a bucket that had caused his fall, and a red sticky liquid from it spilled all over the butcher.
Steve tried to catch the butcher's hand before he fell, but Steve also tripped on the same bucket. He landed right on top of the pig blood covered butcher. The miner sat up and tasted a copper-like taste on his mouth.
"YUCK!" Steve spat all of the red in this mouth. "It's fresh livestock blood! Gross!" To his dismay, Steve found his front side of his shirt, and upper pants mostly covered with the red substance in various spots of his clothes. Then he looked to the butcher who also had red spots of livestock blood all over.
Not wanting to leave him there, Steve lifted the Butcher and slung him over his shoulder. 'I hate the smell of this.' Then he walked out of the deli and walked deeper into the town, carrying the bloodied butcher in his arms.
A few houses after, Steve spotted the rest of the missing villagers all amassed together in the center of the villager, where the water well was. 'It's their daily town meeting. No wonder it was so empty.' There were about 30 of them, mostly composed of the farmers. However, there was one lone villager atop the well, wearing a more sophisticated green cloak, and a hat. So Steve hid behind a house and watched the town meeting from there
The villager in the green cloak waved his hands up and down. "Citizens! Calm down! I have dispatched a team of 4 other farmers to find villager number fiv-"
"IT'S BOB!" A voice rang from the crowd.
There was an awkward pause.
"Ok… Bob…. has gone missing, and I have sent out a search party of four to locate him," the leader smoothly explained.
"But I found them sleeping, lying down not doing their duty!" another voice came.
"What?" The green robe villager atop adjusted his hat. "That's strange,so I will have to ask our priest since he was the closest from the area."
"But I found him fainted!" sounded another. "What are you going to do about it chief?"
'So he is the chief leader of the village, I need to tell him about the butcher and what happened.' Steve debated whether or not to explain in full detail to them.
The chief leader started to get nervous. "If we were attacked by a mob, where were the iron golems during that time?!"
A young sounding, but excited voice came next, "They were last seen temporarily leaving the village to find other occupations to do in their time. One even learned how to cook! And another went to help out two miners after being trapped in a cave, and another tried to find love and another became rivals with other types of golems made of diamon-"
"OK. I get it. You do not have to list them," the chief interrupted, dreading every time the people talk of what they discover in their free time. "The point is, that this village is being under attacked by something, and we need more information about all of this!"
A young child villager came running up to the scene. 'That's the same one from the blacksmith shop,' Steve observed.
"It's not just the farmers or the priest! Daddy was scared too and fainted! The librarian is gone, and the butcher too! I checked!" The child explained in a hyperactive voice.
"The blacksmith was scared? That never happened before, usually he would be one of the most skilled in combat. The librarian, and even the butcher is missing."
"A-Actually, I-I'm r-right here," a familiar voice sounded. A villager in a white robe shakily walked up to the town center, but was noticeably pale and white everywhere. There were a few small cuts on his exposed skin. The crowd gasped upon the sight of him.
'"Oh my Notch! What happened to you?!"The chief asked in worry. The leader hated seeing his people being harmed in any way.
"H-h-h-h-he-," The librarian couldn't even complete the statement and collapsed to the ground after all of his energy from previous screaming and running depleted.
The crowd of villagers began to talk amongst themselves at what could've caused all of the faintings and disappearances, and panic arose from them. Steve didn't want to see anymore panic or chaos, especially after everything he had seen throughout the day.
"I know what had happened to them." A new non-villager voice came from behind a house. All the other villagers turned to where the voice was coming from.
"Oh, we have a visitor," The chief leader noted suspiciously. "Care to come out and reveal yourself, and give us some useful info on what could be happening."
Steve thought about his words carefully. 'After seeing all of their reactions earlier, it may only make issues worse.' Steve could hear the ever-growing murmurs and heard footsteps coming his way. 'They know me, Steve. But what useful info can I give? I can't just tell what exactly happened, them screaming their blocky heads off just when I greet them, or if they even just look at me.' The footsteps were now only a few blocks away. Steve looked down to the knocked-out butcher.
"Fine, but all of you already know me," Steve spoke out, loud and clear for everyone to hear. He took a deep breathe, closed his eyes, and walked out from the side of the house. He could hear a few gasps and louder murmurs upon their appearances. 'Uh, I wish I could clean this horrid livestock blood off of me. I l must look pretty terrible right now. This is embarrassing.'
"Y-you're a-appearance, um,….," The leader shuddered upon the bloodied appearance. Even more creepier that he was holding a limp bloodied body of the butcher as well. It was the cyan shirt, indigo pants, grey boots, and brown hair that disturbed the leader the most.
Steve was now angry. A recollection of his day in the village flashed in his head. The farmers who couldn't even respond to him (And did better parkour than Steve), the fainting priest, the librarian crashing out the window, the blacksmith who couldn't even fight, and the butcher who ruined his clothes. All of them held something in common. It was the fear that was etched into their faces. Why were all of them so unusually scared? Now it irritated him to no end. He could hear the disapproving whispers of the crowd, and he gritted his teeth.
'I have reached my breaking point with these Notch da**** villagers.' So Steve took and deep breathe.
"What in the name of Notch is wrong with this entire village! What are you all people so frightened of?! Everytime I want to trade or just say hi, you all flip out on me (literally) and just scream in fear." He could feel his teeth grit and grip tighten. Finally, Steve opened his eyes to face the chief leader directly.
Then all Nether breaks loose.
At the same exact time Steve had opened his eyes, the entire crowd of villagers let out ear-ripping screams, and ran in random directions. The chief leader jumped off the well screaming and got mixed up within the panicking crowd. Since there was such a large amount, the ground shook and thundered upon all of the pounding feet. Steve's ears started to ring, from the unbearable shrieking and screaming. Villagers were seen running into each other, walls, doors, and even into the crops. Some actually jumped into the water of the crops, while others dove into the crops and dug underground. A majority of them gained the ability to run as fast as an ocelot, front/back/side flipping, jumping 3x farther than a normal human being, and easily climb the walls of their house into the roof, all because of the fear.
Chaos. It was chaos, everywhere. A few individuals ran down the other parts of the village screaming. "Everyone! Wake up! The being is here!" This sent the other parts to go into an uproar, and the villagers started barricading the houses with every possible material they could find, which was unfortunately at that time, dirt. The only villagers who weren't panicking, were the young children, but they were running around to avoid being trampled.
"Why? Just why?" Steve was the only one who calmly stood still while the villagers all ran away from Steve. He dropped the butcher and followed the mass panicking crowd. The crowd all moved together away from Steve. When the group of villagers were backed up to the wall of a house, they simply ran up the wall onto the roof.
"What. The. Nether." Steve was still utterly confused, and he decided to take a stroll to calm his nerves. Each step Steve took, any villagers within a twenty block proximity moved away 5 blocks at a time.
Steve walked up to a house and leaned on the glass pane. Deep breathes came from his mouth as he tried to clear his head. 'This is the most bizarre day ever.' Then he turned around to check if there were any remaining villagers within the house.
That's when he saw it. In the window, Steve saw a transparent 'him', staring right back with the white eyes.
So there's chapter two! I don't know if it was funny as one. But that's the first part of the villager's reactions. Now that the village is sent into a massive uproar, can Steve stop it? (Actually make problems worse.) Plus, now Steve finally spots 'him' in the window for the first time. Reviews are appreciated! Thank you for reading!