Hey ya'll, it's Enderdeath! I hope you're having a great day, and I hope to make it even better with this new chapter! This chapter has 1,474 words. NOTE: I do NOT own Mianite, any Youtubers mentioned, Minecraft, and really, I don't own anything except the idea.

Chapter 4

"Wag! You have to help me! Twisted's gone missing!" User whisper-screamed. It was the morning after Twisted had run away and User had shown up at the building site; except he had a different goal rather than just creating a house.

He had to get Wag, the only person he could trust, to help him find Twisted and convince him to return to civilization.

Wag immediately jerked his head up, eyes wide with fear from hearing the urgent tone in User's voice. Thankfully, he was standing a fair distance away from Matt and Phil so he was able to slip away into the small grove of trees where he and User had had their conversation last time.

"What do you mean, Twisted is missing?" Wag hissed once they were out of earshot.

"I mean he ran away because he was afraid he'd hurt someone," User paused for a second, waiting for Wag's response.

"Why would he hurt anyone?" Wag asked, confused.

"Because he's a half-wizard," User closed his eyes, knowing he'd have to explain more than that. "Because of that conflict, he will sometimes go into this little, I don't know, alternate dimension where everyone is his enemy. He becomes very violent and has actually hurt me before. We have a pair of handcuffs for safety, and if it gets really bad, Twisted has made sure we have heavy chains and padlocks. I hate using them and Twisted knows it. But last night after I got home from checking my snare line, he had left a note for me saying that he had left because he was afraid that one day someone would be seriously injured or killed."

Wag's eyes were closed and he looked like he was only trying to focus on breathing slowly and staying calm. His hands were shaking with a barely suppressed emotion. Anger? Fear? Worry? User couldn't tell. Finally, Wag blinked open his eyes, their liquid silver colour glowing slightly in the shadows.

"How long? How long have you been hiding this from everyone?" Wag buried his face in his hands. User's heart fell.

"For as long as I've known Twisted," User sighed dejectedly. He stared at the ground, not wanting to meet Wag's intense gaze. "Remember when we used to live at the HQ with the rest of you? Remember when you used to hear screaming coming from Twisted's room late at night, and I would be the one to go to him? I would lock the door behind me before anyone else could get in and you would hear one of us shouting and the other speaking in low undertones. That was Twisted having one of his fits."

"How could I not have noticed?" Wag groaned and rubbed his eyes. "All this time that I've known you two and I never noticed something was wrong. I thought it was just nightmares, back at the HQ. Did he never do it during the day?"

"Yes," User admitted. "That's why I would take him on all-day hunting trips. If he had one of his fits, we would be alone, out of earshot of any humans. You'd always ask why we brought no pelts or meat when we came back and the reason was I was too busy standing guard over Twisted to make sure no one found him writhing around and yelling curses at no one."

"I never realized," Wag murmured. "Is that why he seemed so reclusive at times?"

"Yeah, it was," User said. "That was just one of the signs that he was about to 'zone out.' If he started talking coarsely, had trouble focusing, or just stared off into the distance, I knew I had to get him home to the handcuffs fast. If I didn't, then I would be in trouble. I've gotten more than one sprained joint from not getting Twisted into the handcuffs fast enough, and one time I even had to disguise a limp from a broken leg."

"Isn't that the week we wanted you to do a beginner's parkour course with us and you were so reluctant?" Wag asked, smiling a little. User snorted and nodded.

"Fun fact; I was always hovering, even if it was only a centimeter off the ground because I couldn't put any weight on my left leg. I'll take redstone or sitting in my hunting stand, thank you very much," User half-grinned. "But broken legs on a parkour map aside, Twisted is still missing."

"Well what do you want me to do to help find him?" Wag asked, straightening up.

User blinked. "Wait, so you're actually going to help me find Twisted?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Wag countered. "I'm not going to back out of this adventure knowing everything that I do now. Building can wait – finding Twisted before he destroys life as we know it is more important."

"You risk getting hurt or killed if you find Twisted in one of his fits," User warned. "I wouldn't advise it. Actually, can you just please not come with me? I don't want anyone getting hurt on mine and Twisted's behalf."

Wag didn't back down, instead pulling his hood back up over his face to give his eyes a more intense glow. "No," he insisted stubbornly, "I'm coming with you."

"Stay here!"

"No!"

"Stay here!"

"No!"

"Twisted was acting more aggressive before he left. You. Need. To. Stay. Here." User gritted his teeth, tired of dealing with the most mule-headed wizard he had ever met.

"I'm. Not. Going. To. Stay. Here." Wag shot back and User could imagine him grinning under his hood. User sighed, exasperated beyond belief.

"Fine. You can help me find Twisted."

XxX

User packed up all the beef in his rucksack and tossed the heavy leather cowhide over his shoulder. He began walking back to the HQ, weighted down by the carcass of his kill.

A rustling in the bushed caught User's attention. The wizard stopped and pulled the cowhide and rucksack off of his shoulder, setting them on the ground. He drew his wand slowly and cautiously, one hundred and fifty-two years of life teaching him wariness.

A young man's head rose above the bushes. His mess of ginger hair was matted with twigs and seaweed and was tangled in many places. He had a scraggly beard and wide, scared brown eyes. He looked fairly young, probably in his early twenties. He moved with a tense cautiousness and his pale skin was laced with shallow scratches.

"Hello," User greeted, realizing that this newcomer was no threat and lowering his wand. The newcomer blinked, his sad brown gaze trained on User's eyes.

"Hi," the newcomer said softly.

"My name is User," User smiled gently, sitting down to show that he posed no threat. The newcomer blinked again and fully emerged from the bushes, revealing that he was wearing ragged gray pants and in incredibly torn black shirt.

"I'm Twisted," The newcomer whispered, also sitting down, though a good distance away. "I'm from Ianarea."

"Ianarea?" User perked up at the name. "I helped build that city a long time ago."

"Really?" Twisted asked, suddenly curious. "You did?"

"Yep," User stated proudly. "Me and the Fyre group created all those houses and stuff and I was one of the two people who built Ianite's temple."

"Cool! I always wondered who built my hometown!" Twisted sounded genuinely excited and User smiled. He was really starting to like this new guy.

"Do you want to learn how to build like that?" User surprised himself by offering Twisted the opportunity. In the back of his mind, he knew Twisted was mortal and possessed no wizardly powers. Twisted nodded eagerly and his mouth shaped into a grin.

"So you're a wizard?" Twisted asked. User tensed, searching for any traces of accusation or dislike in Twisted's tone but he only found the same curiosity as before. Twisted continued, "My father was a wizard. I think I inherited a few of his talents and traits. I've noticed that I don't get hurt easily, for one. My cuts were made with a sword but you can barely tell, right?"

User inspected Twisted's scratches a little closer. True, they were in the shape of a sword cut but they were no deeper than if a small thorn had been traced over his skin. "Wow. You have some high resistance."

"I know, right? And that's not all; I've been told that I have an incredible knack for building and creating. It seemed a little odd to me at first because my father never caused anything except destruction," Twisted's voice became laced with a hint of bitterness.

"Well don't you worry now, Twisted. When you come with me, you'll only be around building and creation," User smiled reassuringly, picked up the remains from his kill again, and led Twisted down the path to home.

Aw, what a nice little flashback! And mule-headed Wag. That's just great.

Random Observation: I have trouble building statues in Minecraft because I go crazy if something's asymmetrical. I once had someone tell me that my godzilla monster looked like a squirrel...

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