Bubble-bubble. Hisssssss... Crackle-crackle-crack. I was awoken by these noises in early dawn. The crackle was from the fire. The bubbling from the brewing stand. The hiss was-
"WHAT DA NETHER? GET OUTTA MA PAD, YA PARTICLE-FILLED BUM!" Sammy cursed at the bat, now screaming some choice words while Mr. Bat here was squeaking in a corner. I myself hid back under the magenta bed sheets after Sammy then took up an iron shovel covered in ashes (probably used to poke the fire) and started whack-whack-whacking all over the place, trying to get a clear shot at the poor bat. The bat then darted upstairs like a dog who just knocked over a potted plant or just ate Mrs. Heying's cake for her son Isaac's 2nd birthday or chewed up a shoe, and I then heard some shuffling of objects. Sammy was grumbling as he swung the shovel back near the fireplace (almost hitting me on the head).
"Well, well! Looky here! We gots ourselves a late waker!" Sammy grinned widely as I shuddered, not trusting Sammy any more than when I met him. "As ya can see here, I gots da brewin' stand and da bottle as yo highness requested. Now, shall we gets goin' here?" Sammy cackled as he flew upstairs. I heard a chest creaking (and a couple of little 'squeaks') before Sammy came zooming back down, setting a pretty rusty suit of armor, a rusty, beat-up sword, an even more rusty, an almost broken iron pickaxe, and a small bucket with the initals S.W in it. "Well? Put dem on, hurry up, we got no time to lose!" Sammy ordered.
I obeyed Sammy's commands and put the musty armor on and put the tools in the little toolbelt that I somehow never seemed to notice. I then swung out of bed, fixed the sheets (As Sammy glared at me when I walked to the door, with him not following), and clanked to the door.
"Achievement get! Get outta bed!" Sammy commented sarcastically as he floated once again into my body, making me shiver. I yawned. I was still pretty tired, even after the whole bat ordeal. "It'sa pretty long ways away, so just sit tight der 'til we get der," Sammy ordered my joints to open the door and shut the door and walk west, young man. Once again, I daydreamed of the time ahead of me and what might happen when we got there. Even my daydreams were of lava and fire and endermen and dragons and skeletons and the nether and-
Two chapters in a day. Goody, goody. Btw i'm actually not saving the stories, just typing them of the website. Thanks to the guest(s?) and the person who reviewed because of my ambitiousness. I'm ashamed of that now, as it's just like asking for likes on a comment so *insert Youtuber here* can see. I hate those.
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