A/N: Hi! I fixed a few errors in the last chapter, like Mike thinking 'mok' instead of 'ok'. And my stories have covers now, yay! Well, they will when the site updates them.

CaptainClipy: Really? That's great! Thank you so much for reviewing!

SoulErrorArwitch: Yay! Another reviewer! Of course I will take your OC!

xEnderAwesomex: Aw, thank you! :) I will definitely use your OC as well. I have 3 now (not counting Clipy, since I've introduced him) thanks to my friend StarrySky, so I will be introducing them over the next two chapters. I DIDN'T REVIEW?! *facepalm* There, I have officially reviewed. Now I am no longer a hypocrite. :P

I climbed up the tree, Clipy close behind saying something about finding weapons. He had been talking nonstop since our meeting, but he did have useful ideas. I reached a low branchy (A/N: That's not even a word, its it?) platform and collapsed, exhausted, and he followed suit. I nibbled a piece of the stale bread, then threw it off the canopy in disgust.

"Yuck. That's the worst food I've ever had. And I lived with villagers." Clipy looked up in surprise.

"You lived with villagers?"

"Yeah, why?" He shrugged.

"You don't seem to be the kind of guy that would tolerate them"

"It wasn't by choice, believe me."

"How exactly did you end up here?" I sighed. Here it goes.

"I stole some farming tools, and it wasn't the first time I had gotten in trouble. It was either this or the End. And I really hate dragons." He cracked a smile. I noticed that like Kimmy, Clipy wasn't one to stay solemn for long. I grinned back, and then changed the subject slightly.

"So, Clipy, you've heard about me, now what about you? How did you end up in the Survival Games?" His smile dimmed.

"I was accused of stealing the Galaxy Diamond."

"Ah, a fellow thief."

"But I didn't steal it! Someone else did and blamed me! Probably... never mind."

"Who?" I knew he was holding something back. (A/N: Ooh! We have ourselves a mystery!)

"Don't worry about it. Nothing important." Clipy stood up. "Race ya to the top of the tree!" I shrugged off the weird moment and laughed, scrambling up the vines. He got there just before me.

"Argh!" I groaned. He smiled, but suddenly, his expression changed to worry.

"Mike..." he said slowly. "Look around." I turned my head, and a stab of alarm went through me. Directly behind us, there was a crafting table, furnace, and bed. The table and furnace were most likely placed there as a reward for those who climbed, so that wasn't a major concern. The bed, on the other hand, there was no way an admin had placed it. That was a problem. The most worrying thing of all was that the furnace was lit. The smell of sizzling pork chops overwhelmed my senses, and I felt my stomach growl in protest. I took a step backwards, crunching a dozen leaves under my feet. Clipy leapt at least 4 feet in the air.

"Relax, that was just me." But then I heard more leaves crunch. A cloaked figure appeared, pulling themself up on to the platform. When they spoke, their voice was muffled, but clearly angry.

"Oh, I wouldn't be too sure of that."

_line break because I'm not quite evil enough to end it there_

The stranger pulled an iron sword out from their inventory and pointed it at us.

"You have 10 seconds to tell me who you are. When that time's up, I'm going to play this game like I'm supposed to, got it?" Clipy nervously nodded and said something that sounded suspiciously like "Take him first!", while I launched into an explanation.

"I'mMikeandthisisCaptainClipyandweaccidentallystumbledinhereandwe'rereallysorrypleasedon'thurtus." I gasped. The figure, who I assumed was a he, furrowed their brow in confusion.

"What?" he sheathed his sword, but that didn't diminish his threat factor in the least. I studied his face, which was mostly hidden by the hood of his cloak, the same thing that muffled his voice. I could just make out a pair of hazel eyes, partially obscured by hair, but it was impossible to make out anything else. Clearly, this guy wanted to remain a mystery. (A/N: You have no idea, little Mike.)

"Fine. I won't kill you," his hand gripped his sword hilt for emphasis, "yet. You can call me EvasiveCartwheel." He gestured to his gamer tag. "I'm not saying I trust you in the least, though. I'm going to have to know more. Don't run, and we just might get along." To my surprise, he grabbed a stone-slab plate and handed me a pork chop, giving Clipy one as well.

"Don't pretend you weren't hungry. They could probably hear your stomach in the End." I smiled sheepishly.

"Nice to meet you, EvasiveCartwheel."

By the time we had finished our food and explained everything to Evasive, the sun was coming up.

"We should get going," I said. "It's better if we don't stay in one place." Clipy nodded and got up, but Evasive just sighed.

"Well goodbye, then." I looked at him.

"You're not coming?" He was silent for a few moments.

"I've always sort of been a loner..." I thought I could pick up a hint of regret in his voice.

"Aw, come on! We need you! You seem like a total boss with that sword, and there's no way in the Nether that you won't be ambushed here. I mean, you can take care of yourself, obviously, but...just come with us, ok? Right, Clipy?" He nodded.

"Right. Mike doesn't stand a chance without us!"

"Hey!" I protested. EvasiveCartwheel might have smiled, but it was hard to tell through the cloak.

"Alright, I suppose I can come with you, for a while."

"Yeah! Welcome to the team." ~

A/N: And that's a wrap for chapter 3! It definitely was not my best work, and chances are, I will end up giving it MAJOR edits. I felt like even Mike was OOC. :( Oh, well. Please review (I appreciate all of them, even if you hate it!) and all that coolness. Oh, and I forgot to mention, if you want your OC in a relationship/crush, let me know. I can do Mike or another one of my charachter that I've got coming, a youtuber, or another OC, if both of you agree. Of course, this is completely optional, and not necessary for submission. If you've already submitted me an OC (Thank you!), you can add this, just do another review or PM me, if you'd rather. Oh yeah, and it is the Survival Games, so I do have to kill a few characters. If you're cool with that, post yes and when you prefer them to die. (Wow, that sounds really horrible.) I will only kill them if you agree to it, otherwise they will make it through, somehow. ;) Thanks, and keep on being awesome!

-ThatRandomMooshroom