Heya, guys! Welcome to another episode of Minecraft: Ocelot Mode! Before we get started, I'd like to apologize for the delay of this story, TRR and TCoaL. Long story short, my computer broke down and I couldn't access anything online. But in the future if this (just this) story doesn't get its Sunday update, chances are something broke. Just check me out on Wattpad (I'm GamerwhogamesWatts) and I should have an update there. Other than that, I've got writer's block. So, that aside, hit it, Crisper!

Crisper: (hits it)

"The Nether? They went to the freaking Nether?!" Maya shouted as she and Aiden gawked at the portal while Gill curiously inspected it.

"Seems like they did." Gill said, beginning to wonder why the portal was turned off. Maybe it was turned off to keep the Wither out?

"Seems like suicide." Maya said, glancing at Aiden to see his reaction. Instead of the pain and irritability she had seen on him earlier, she could see anxiety and fear in his darting eyes and fast, shallow breathing. Instead of waiting to catch his gaze and annoying him because of it, she turned to watch Gill as he felt around the portal frame.

"Does anyone have a flint-and-steel?" He asked. Aiden angrily snapped his head to Gill as if to question his sanity at that moment while Maya gaped with horror.

"If I had one you would not be getting it! None of us are going in there! We've never been!" She shouted in a shaky voice.

"But Petra goes there all the time and she comes back fine!"

"Yeah, because she's Petra. She does that kind of thing. And she usually doesn't go with a twisted ankle."

"But you said your foot was fine! And don't we need to fond Lukas?" Gill argued. The two of them had almost completely forgotten their voiceless friend Aiden who stood with annoyance as the "couple" bickered.

"Of course we do!"

"So we have to go in there! We should at least check for any sign of them." He told her. She sent him an annoyed frown as she folded her arms. "It'll be fine, Maya. Petra only ever runs into trouble because she looks for it. We don't have much to worry about if we're quiet." He said, hoping to ease her nerves some.

"How do you know?" She asked.

"Petra said the only hostile mobs are hard to find. The other one isn't hostile unless you hit it. It's a kind of..." He tried to think of a word to describe the creature he was thinking of, "Some kind of zombie-pig hybrid. It's almost completely harmless! I'll be fine, Maya."

"What do you mean 'I'll be fine'? We're sticking together. We have to. I just wish we didn't have to go here." She said, standing with her arms still folded.

"I know, but we won't stay in there for too long." He said, feeling around his pockets as he spoke. "So, you have a flint and steel?" He asked. She shook her head. Gill noticed Aiden standing quietly near the door, holding his cast in one hand as he shifted nervously. "Aiden, didn't you grab a flint-and-steel from the house?" He asked. Aiden's nervous, green eyes met with Gill's firm, black ones. Aiden's fearful gaze hardened into a defensive scowl as he thrust his good hand into his pocket.

The metal and the stone clinked in his hand when he yanked it out. He walked to the portal, rudely brushing past Gill instead of placing the flint in his opened hand.

He stood at the foot of the portal, the tall, black frame looking over his small stature. Hearing Gill shuffle beside him, Aiden turned his head, giving him a long, demeaning, cold glare. As Gill quickly stepped backwards, Aiden turned to face the door again. Unable to growl or to make a sour remark, he knelt in front of the portal to light it, hissing at the stinging soreness that laced up his sore body.

Holding the cool, smooth flint in his left hand, he slipped the cold iron into his right. Momentarily, he grimaced as he realized that his right hand was his striking-hand. He quickly switched hands before giving the two items a soft, slow rub before striking them together. Sparks shot from the lighter and the portal warped to life! They heard a strange, rolling pulse and quiet, ghostly ghast cries coming from the purple gateway.

Aiden slowly rose to his feet, sending his two friends a determined glare.

"I'll go first." He croaked making both of them give him a shocked, wide-eyed look.

"But your arm's broken." Maya reminded him. He rolled his eyes, wishing they would stop thinking that a broken arm wasn't the end of the world for him.

Nervously taking in a nervous puff of air, he braced himself and walked into the misty, purple wall.

Author's Note:

Sorry for the short update, anyways. I wanted to get this out ASAP for someone on Wattpad and my hands got tired out. But I'm able to be online again, so next update should be around 2K words. Tell me what you guys thought about the chapter, though. I'd love to hear your feedback! Well, close it, Crisper!

Crisper: (close it)