Chapter 3 Unhappy Nostalgia (Steve POV)
Sylvester and I came hurtling out of the screen in which the Phillip Gungars kid had been controlling the evil person. I appeared to be taller this time, at what seemed to be approximately 6 inches tall. Sylvester was around the same height. We landed on the floor of the exact same room, and I looked for the doorway.
"Sylvester," I said. "Follow me, I know a way out."
"All right," Sylvester replied. "You'll be my lead. I'll shoot fire if anyone dares come close."
"Well," I started. "The people here are quite large, and I don't think you could kill them by spitting fire at them. It would take many hits in the right place to take them down, and we don't know their weak spots yet."
"I'll shoot 'em in the eyes," Sylvester said. "They won't see what's coming!"
I chuckled at Sylvester's dark humor as we continued on our way out of the room. I walked down the stairs, and then we reached the door. The door was open just a little bit, so Sylvester and I squeezed through.
One we starting moving on the large road, Sylvester posed a very good question, "What are we going to do to get back?"
I pondered his thoughts and tried to give him the best answer, "Last time, we were smaller and could fit in a slot in the box by the screen, but we won't fit this time. We're too big. From past experiences, I know that someone was controlling Phillip until he was put outside of the thing that we were launched out of. This obviously means that someone in this world must know what we have to do in order to get back into Minecraftia. We just have to go up to these giants and ask them."
"Sounds dangerous," Sylvester said. "We don't know if they cause harm or not. Then again, it is kind of our only way to continue."
"You have a point, Sylvester," I said. "We'll have to keep an eye out. And make sure to have some fireballs ready."
"Sure thing," Sylvester heated up, storing some ammo.
As we continued down the road, we came upon some very big roofed minecarts, like the one that killed Phillip. They were different, in the fact that they were smaller, not as long, and didn't go on rails. They seemed to power themselves, and traveled on the roads that we were walking by. We made sure to stay concealed in the grass, but we were taller than most of it. We avoided these minecarts and giant humans.
After what seemed like hours, we came upon a section of buildings that were larger than the others, and read a sign that said: Welcome to Des Moines, Iowa! As we were reading the sign, I felt myself being raised off of the ground. I looked up in shock to see a shorter giant human, that looked like a boy, smiling down at me.
"Oh my gosh!" he said. "It's Steve!"
I suddenly tightened up my muscles in astonishment.
How does it know my name?