A/N: So I finished eating dinner and I'm still feeling inspired, so here comes Chapter 1!

Chapter 1

RICK

~Ninja~

I followed the skeleton, who introduced himself as Rick, through the jungle. On our way however, several skeletons had ambushed us. Rick pulled out his sword, saying "I'll handle this. You aren't equipped with any wea-" before he could finish, I lit my eyes bright green and tore off the heads of each one before you could say "N". I then proceeded to grab each skull and chuck them into the river.

Rick stared at me in shock. "How in the blue nether did you do that?" he asked.

"Well, erm… Heh, I'll explain it later," I said.

He pulled out two boats and handed one to me, using them we crossed the river towards his home.

"Tell me a bit about yourself," he said.

I paused. I then began my tale. "I used to be a miner, and a loaner. I was alone, and wandered around a lot. I lived in caves and moved on often. I had eventually gone to the nether to gather supplies and (A/N in the middle: I'm not going to put this part in because it's too long and his backstory from here is explained in Herobrine's Revenge)"

Rick looked a little surprised by the whole demon thing, but he was relatively okay with it. In fact, he thought it was pretty cool.

"Dayum, it must be fun to be a demon. And your dad is the frikkin' son of the god of Fire, Destruction, Death, and all sorts of creepy crap? THAT'S SO AAAAWWWWWEEESSSOOOOOOOOOM,,,,EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEE!" he screamed.

"Crap! Dude! Shut up!" I screamed as I head butted him.

I was starting to wonder if travelling with Rick was a good idea.

*timeskip*

We eventually reached a large creeper crater with pieces of wood still floating in the air.

"Wow, whoever had that accident is not gonna be happy," I said jokingly. Rick glared at me.

"THAT'S MY COTTAGE!" he screamed right in my ear.

"WAIT WHAT?!" I screamed right back.

We both ran over into the middle of the crater and found a chest. I opened the chest that had an Enchanted Book in it. But it didn't have the strap. I read the cover.

"It's a written book titled 'READ FOR YOUR FRIEND'S LIFE'" I said in a sad tone.

Rick seemed to have a giant inward panic attack after that. "WHAT?!" He grabbed the book and yanked it out of my hands.

He cleared his, er, lack of a throat, and began to read: "Dear Rick,

If you wanna see your buddy again, you better come to Mt. TallWind, tonight, and give me the crystal you found yesterday. If you don't, I'll frikkin' rip your friend's FACE OFF!

Like a boss,

Larry"

"What the nether kinda crystal is he talkin' about?!" I asked.

"It's this thingy, that gives you power or somethin'!" he screamed, before sighing.

"Okay listen closely, in my town, there was a legend about different coloured crystals for a chosen bunch of people who all needed to be united with their crystals. These chosen few were supposed to be a group of heroes with mastery over the certain supposedly differently typed power crystals. The only way for them to activate is if all the heroes are united each with their own crystal. A couple months ago, I found a crystal that was bright purple. Tons of people started talking about how it looked just like the one in the ancient texts. Me and Dave made a run for it, built the cottage, and stayed in it. Before that, someone threw FRIKKIN' acid at me, and it burned me and turned me into this skeleton thing. Supposedly, the purple crystal is the crystal of power, and this Larry guy thinks he's the one chosen to use it, because he's got the most brawn out of everyone in that town. But he's got little to no brains," he said.

Well that totally wasn't a lot to process. One focus though at the moment. It seemed we had to save his friend.

"Let's go save Dave, then," I said.

"You'd really help me do that?" he asked.

"I've uh… Been in your place before. Now let's go!" I semi-yelled at him.

So we ran off in the direction of the mountain. Rick led me through the dense forests we had to go through to get there.

'How do I always start an adventure five seconds after I get away from a different one?' was my last thought before we went running.

A/N: That may not have made sense that much, but like I said earlier, I'm tired.