Disclaimer: I do not own Minecraft. I do not own the YouTubers either. I do own the OC (Lucky) though.
Once again, really sorry for the delay. I had a bit of a writer's block when writing this chapter. This chapter and the next few chapters are supposed to be really full of surprises, suspense, and action. So the writer's block was a huge problem. And it wasn't the only reason why this was delayed.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. If so, look forward for more!
Constructive criticism is welcomed!
"Yeah! Take that!" Mitch watched a young player - dressed in iron armor - charging at the remaining, burning zombies. Spectating from a distant, Mitch did not identify full details of the player's skin. All he knew that it was a male and he had armor.
The sun had just risen. It was not fully over the horizon, but it was already burning undead mobs. The zombies and skeletons burst into flames and eventually died off. However, the player, who Mitch was watching, was ending the monsters' misery quicker by swinging and charging his shiny iron sword at them.
Because of the rising sun, Mitch knew that another day had begun. He was introduced to the new world yesterday, which felt like an Earth month ago. Once again, Mitch had forced himself to not sleep last night. It seemed like every sleepless night stretched longer than the one before. It had driven Mitch crazier and more impacient. He even felt more tired. Enough to make him yawn. Perhaps he was now experiencing the rare exhaustion that a few players get. Mitch hoped that it would not get worse tomorrow, because tomorrow was the fifth day that Lightning and Millie explained to Mitch. To BajanCanadian, it was when the time alter could strike. He must keep his senses sharp for that day.
The younger player slayed the last zombie and gave out a battle cry. Then another player zipped past him. Like the first one, Mitch did not see specific details of the new player.
The new player held his sword in the air and screamed, "Say hello to my iron sword, you squids!" He sprinted to a nearby pond filled with dark blue squids. He violently fought the squids while the first young player watched him, facepalming himself.
Mitch chuckled. The second player was totally Adam. That was the Sky who BajanCanadian knew! But he was not the Butter God yet, since Sky was using an iron sword against squids. From Mitch's exhausted mind, he recalled that altered Adam was not fond of gold. BajanCanadian had to make sure young Sky gets a taste of butter before the time alter prevented that. Mitch had alot of futures to protect, but there was one specific young player he needed to guide: himself.
Mitch double-checked his diamond armor, black hoodie, and sunglasses. Then he walked away from Sky and his friend. He was heading to the civilization he saw when given a tour of the place. Eagerness to stop the time alter gnawed at his tiredness. His heart was racing. He was so close to fixing his present! After assuring young BajanCanadian's strong friendship with Jerome and other friends, Mitch would be done! The time alter would be defeated! Mitch then could find a way back to his time. His home. His real home. He just needed to finish this unbelievably simple mission - protect young Mitch.
BajanCanadian arrived at the small, player-filled village. Mitch knew that, for some reason, the players were shorter. However, now getting a better observation of them, he realized the players were slightly below two blocks high, like mature players. Perhaps with the upcoming update arriving tomorrow, Notch was preparing to fully mature them soon. However, Mitch should not care about that. That was not his objective.
As Mitch walked through the civilization, he spotted young Seto again. Seto was at the side of a wooden building, focusing on a book. Mitch realized that it was the same book the sorcerer read when he had been seen with young Jerome. That was not the only thing BajanCanadian noticed, though. Every now and then, Seto looked up from his book and cautiously looked around before returning his attention to it. Mitch rarely considered Seto a nervous person. He made a mental note that the behavior could had scarred Seto in the present. It could be important for later.
BajanCanadian approached the young sorcerer.
"Hey...kid." Mitch said outloud to Seto. He had to stop himself from saying "dood". That could had blown Mitch's cover. BajanCanadian would enjoy being himself after stopping the time alter. For now, he was and had to be BC.
The younger player looked up from his book and slammed it shut loudly.
"...Yes?" Seto said, raising an eyebrow. Mitch saw calmness in the sorcerer's brown eyes. However, he could also see the calmness was fighting hints of panic, and was successful. Why was Seto being so secretive?
"Do you know any PVP arenas around here?" Mitch asked. He knew how to find his younger self. His tactic was "if I were young Mitch, where would I be?". Despite his vague memories, Mitch could grasp a few highlights of his past. One of his adventures in childhood was PVPing. His younger self could possibly be in a PVP arena.
"There's a Survival Games arena." Seto answered. He gestured his closed book to the right. "Go straight past three houses, take a left, and head to the stone colosseum with the red flags."
"Thanks." Mitch replied before he turned to the right and walked away. He looked over his shoulder and saw Seto resuming to his book. What's he reading? BajanCanadian thought. Why is he so sensitive about it? Mitch tabled away those thoughts. He had to focus on himself and the time alter.
BajanCanadian followed Seto's direction and spotted the arena. He paused in awe. It was much bigger than the arena he and Jerome usually went to. It would be great in attracting young Mitch into it. Plus, it was Hunger Games! In fact, BajanCanadian felt himself wanting to join a game. It took more than the seriousness of the mission and his tiredness to convince him to focus.
Mitch slowly approached and entered the arena. Inside, four Games were in progress. Mitch spectated each Games, carefully analyzing them to spot himself. He was successful on the third Hunger Games: a forest arena with five players left. One of the remaining tributes was young BajanCanadian.
Invisible and flying as a spectator, Mitch followed his younger self in the Hunger Games after finding himself. He decided to let his younger self finish the Game before actually meeting him out of the arena.
Young Mitch was wearing full lingerie armor over his white shirt, red and black hoodie, and blue pants. He wielded a stone sword as he chased after a female tribute. When he caught up to the girl, he successfully killed her. He gave out a cheer before the death match began, teleporting him back to the spawning area.
Not given a compass, the older Mitch had to manually fly all the way to spawn to continue spectating. When he arrived, two tributes were already killed. The remaining players in the Games were younger BajanCanadian...and young Jerome.
The two players circled around and attacked each other. There was playful hostility in their eyes. A memory occurred to older Mitch. This was how he and Jerome met. They met in a Survival Games match, but officially became friends days later. The older Mitch could not help but smile from the memory. He was proud to call Jerome his friend. And he was going to protect that friendship from the time alter.
Soon, young Mitch struck down Jerome with a swing of his sword. Jerome exploded with loot and armor. Young Mitch jumped and yelled to express his victory. Older Mitch's smile widened.
Older BajanCanadian returned to the arena's lobby, now visible and touching the ground. Luckily, the lobby was not crowded. It would be easy to move around. Also, Mitch recently found out that he could even get shocked by touching younger players, just like touching Lightning and Lucky. He learned that when he had bumped into a player, young SSundee, when he headed to the lobby. Mitch was grateful that the lobby would not be filled with players who could shock him.
"Man, buddy! I still can't believe how you pulled that last trick off!" Mitch heard young Jerome exclaim excitedly. "How did you do that?"
"Practice. Just practice." Young Mitch replied. "Or I was just born a Survival Games champion. I ain't never gonna stop playing."
Older Mitch finally spotted younger Mitch and Jerome. They were near a corner of the lobby, talking to each other. Jerome held a wooden axe.
"Seriously, you should really teach me that sweet move, Mitch." Jerome said to the other young player. "I'm not really a Survival Games person. But if I win more, I'll love it more."
"Well, all you need to do is ask." Young Mitch replied, amusement in his voice. "Just promise me that you won't tell anyone else my secret."
"A bacca like me will always keep his word!"
Older Mitch approached the two, smiling. How did he easily forget a memory like this? The young two's playfulness warmed his heart. It was the most beautiful feeling he experienced ever since the time alter.
"Great!" Young BajanCanadian exclaimed. "We should team in tomorrow's Survival Games."
"Sounds good." Jerome replied. "Hey, how about you meet my friends Ian and Seto? They're really good friends and..." The bacca slowly looked up the approaching, older Mitch. Mitch realized he came too close to the juvenile players. He paused as Jerome continued to look at him. Younger BajanCanadian also turned his attention to older Mitch. Young Mitch's brown eyes glowed with curiosity like Jerome's. No suspicion. That must mean Mitch's disguise was actually working.
"Oh, hi." Young Mitch said to him. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, umm..." BajanCanadian never thought about what he would say to his younger self. "Well - " He coughed inside his throat. Attempting to deepen his voice, he continued, "Well, I saw what you did in the Games. I want to say good job." This was awkward, talking to himself. Well, if his goal was to protect himself from the time alter, he had to get younger Mitch's trust. That was the only option he had in mind.
"Oh, thanks." Young Mitch responded. He studied older Mitch, narrowing his eyes. Then they widen. "Wait, are you one of older generation?"
"Umm, yeah." His younger self was clearly referring to the older miners like Lightning, Millie, and Lucky.
"Oh, that's awesome!" Young Mitch exclaimed. Jerome's mouth opened in awe.
"Woah. That's dank." The bacca breathed. "I've always wanted to meet one. Everyone wants to ask them questions about old Minecraft." There was a pause. Then, in an adorable way, Jerome added, "I like your shades."
"Yeah," Older Mitch added. "My name is BC."
"Nice to meet you, sir. I'm Jerome, and this is BajanCanadian." Jerome gestured to the red and black hoodie-wearing player.
"Or Mitch." The young player stated. "We just met."
"Nice." Older Mitch commented. Then an idea popped in his mind. "You know, you guys can become good friends." He decided as well as protecting younger Mitch, he should try making him and Jerome become friends faster. A few motivational phrases would do, hopefully.
Young Mitch and Jerome exchanged looks. Then they exchanged smiles. "You know what, we can." Young Benja chirped.
"Yeah," Jerome agreed. "Hey buddy, how about meeting my other friends and do some PVPing with them? We should really get to know each other."
"Sure. Sounds good." Young BajanCanadian looked back to his older self. "Sir, can you come with us? I know I'm good at fighting, but I wanna hear pointers from you, experienced one."
"Of course." Older Mitch answered kindly. "Oh, and you don't have to all be 'sir'. I'm fine with just BC."
"Thanks, BC." His younger self said gratefully. He looked at Jerome. "I like this guy. I think I can rely on him for a few tips on becoming a survivor."
"Same here." Jerome replied.
In his mind, older BajanCanadian did a fist pump. He met his younger self and was on his "like" list. Now to get more of his trust and ready for the time alter.
"Well, we're here!" Jerome announced. He, and young and older BajanCanadian had left the arena to meet Jerome's friends at the afternoon. They had arrived to a space in the desert, outside of the established civilization and nearby a trench. The area had no cactus or hills. Just sand and flatness. In fact, the hills began to rise many blocks away from the area. The only outstanding block in the area was a chest placed at the edge of the land.
Mitch saw Ian and Seto standing and waiting. When he spotted the three, SSundee sprinted towards Jerome and the two BajanCanadians.
"Oh, hey Jerome!" He began in a friendly, enthusiastic way. Then he turned his attention to the two Benjas. "Who are they? ...I think I've seen one of them before."
"This is Mitch." Jerome gestured to younger Mitch. "I met him in the Survival Deans arena. And this is BC." He then gestured his arm to the older Mitch. "He's one of the older generation."
"Hey, dood." Young Mitch greeted. Older Mitch felt a smile crawl from his face when "dood" had been said.
"Oh, that's nice. Very nice." Ian said.
"Can Mitch play with us?" Jerome asked. "BC's just gonna watch us and give us advice. But, man, SSundee! You gotta see Bajan in action!"
"Sure! A new competition. This is gonna be so awesome!" SSundee concluded his sentence with a mischievous chuckle. He walked towards young Mitch. "Jerome, Seto, and I basically grab some armor and weapons, come to this area, and kill each other." He explained. "Come on, I'll show you the armory. Pick anything available and then we can start."
"OK." Young Benja replied. Ian walked away, heading toward the chest in the area. Older Mitch and Jerome watched them before Mitch heard another set of footsteps. He and Jerome turned to see that now Seto was approaching them. Mitch realized that this was the first time he had seen young Seto without that mysterious book. Seto pulled out an orange potion and handed it to Jerome.
"Sorry for the wait." Seto said. "But here's the potion of fire resistance, like you wanted."
"Thanks, buddy." Jerome replied, tucking the potion into his inventory.
"Is it OK if I drop out of PVPing early for today? I'm a bit busy. Have to collect some stuff for...this project I'm working on."
"Sure, that's fine."
"All right!" Mitch heard his younger self exclaim. "I got my armor on and weapon ready. Let's do this!"
Hours passed since the four young players had began PVP. It was a matter of time before the sun started setting. Mitch sat on the chest as he watched his younger self, SSundee, and Jerome fight. Seto had left early, like he had said. He had simply left with a goodbye. Mitch did not knew why Seto wanted to leave early, but that did not matter. BajanCanadian had to stay with his younger self, not trail off to -
"Mitch..."
Mitch tensed up and looked around. He only saw desert and the three younger players. Whoever called him could not be the three players. They did not even know his true name. Besides, the voice sounded more feminine than masculine. It definitely did not match their voices.
"Mitch."
BajanCanadian quietly groaned to himself, irritated. He tried to block off that voice, push it out of his mind. A few seconds after he calmed down, he realized something. He knew that voice.
Eyes now sparkling with curiosity and realization, Mitch looked around the area again. He even got off the chest he was sitting on and stood up, carefully examining the area. His eyes then landed on a distant hill. For the first time, Mitch noticed something. Jutting out of the hill was a pale, manmade cube. It was a building. No, it was a temple.
"I'm right here, Bajan." The voice taunted. It was the same voice that spoke to Mitch during the tour of the new world. It came from the same temple...what was in that temple anyways? Taking a step closer, Mitch noticed that the temple was not like the usual, pyramid-shaped ones he had seen in the present. It was much bigger. It was also more protected, seeing silhouettes near it. He recalled the guards he had saw on his tour. Was there something in that temple? Did that something cause the voice?
BajanCanadian took another step closer to the hill. Curiosity was gnawing him. "That's right. Come closer." The voice continued. The voice was like a siren, attracting Mitch and limiting his focus. It was like the voice knew something. Something that Mitch needed...
An explosion ambushed Mitch's ears. BajanCanadian perked up, snapping out of his trace. He turned around and saw young Mitch and Ian standing next to a pile of armor and weapons.
"Yeah! I killed Jerome!" Ian exclaimed. Then he turned his attention to Mitch. He bent his knees and brought his shiny knockback sword closer to his face. A battle position. Younger Mitch just raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, if you think you're gonna kill me next, then think again!" He taunted. He charged at SSundee, sword ready to stab. The two began to tussle.
The older BajanCanadian chuckled. SSundee had slayed Jerome. That was about the third time that Jerome was killed. Mitch walked closer to the fight to spectate.
"Mitch, I'm calling for you." The voice said. It had sounded calm before, but now it seemed to have hints of impatience. Mitch sighed, forcing himself to ignore the voice. He already established his goal to focus on his younger self. He did not knew what the voice would do if he investigated it. It had to wait. It had to wait...
Mitch continued to watch his younger self and Ian fight each other. Later, he heard panting. He turned to see Jerome sprinting back to the arena.
"Yay...I'm back." Jerome panted, kneeling down to catch his breath. He must had respawn somewhere after SSundee killed him and had to run all the way back to join the three. "What did I miss?"
"Mitch and Ian are having a one-v-one." BajanCanadian explained with an enthusiastic tone. "Ooh, it looks like Mitch is gonna win this match!" He had added that last statement after seeing Ian running away from young Mitch.
SSundee was getting further away from young BajanCanadian, who kept chasing and taunting him. After getting away a good distant, Ian paused, turned on his heals, faced Mitch, and bent into a fighting stance.
"Healed my hearts." He snickered. "Get ready, Mitch!" Then he sprinted towards young Mitch, who did not slow down and just raised his sword higher. Ian did the same as he and Mitch ran closer and closer to each other.
"Yeah!" Ian cried out passionately as they charged closer. But before swords clashed and tussles began, SSundee suddenly crouched down. He instantly stopped running, kneeling and putting a hand on his forehead. Young Mitch did not hesitate nor slow down. He was about to bring his sword down on Ian, but the other player swung his sword sloppily at Mitch. It hit BajanCanadian's belly. Mitch yelped as the knockback enchantment on SSundee's weapon pushed him back. He was blown back many blocks away from SSundee, who was still crouching down and looking at the sandy ground. Mitch then landed on the ground, but then he tumbled even more further away from Ian.
Older Mitch took a step closer to the fight, tensed and worried. Not because of Ian, but for his younger self. Younger Mitch was heading to the edge of a cliff! He could tell that his younger self was trying to stop fight back the knockback effect pushing him towards the edge, but was failing.
A gasp slipped out of older Mitch. He also heard one from Jerome. Mitch, without a thought, started to sprint towards his younger self. OK, he was very familiar with "death" among players. It was not real; players would just respawn. However, ever since the time alter, Mitch had more cautious, making him rather jumpy. The faith of the present was in young Mitch's. Without knowing what exactly would cause the time alter, anything could make the past and present to wrong. Anything.
"Mitch!" BajanCanadian shouted - forgetting to deepen his voice - to his younger self as he approached the cliff. The knockback finally had its fill and young Mitch was finally able to turn, face older Mitch, and try to grab onto something. He was already extremely close to the edge of the cliff. His feet and legs had already slipped off as his hands desperately tried to get a grip of the sand.
Older Mitch quickened his pace, putting a hand out for his younger self to grab. However, by the time he got close enough to the edge, it was too late. His younger self slipped off the edge.
Young Mitch screamed as he fell. "No!" The older one cried, but he stood paralyzed and looked over the edge. Young Mitch was falling into the trench, surprise frozen solid on his face. But then a flash of blue and green appreared. The colors dashed over young falling Mitch and when it passed, young Mitch disappeared with it.
The older BajanCanadian's heart had skipped a beat when his younger self disappeared. In panic, he looked around for the younger player he was suppose to watch. ...Is this the time alter? He thought as he looked around. If it was, it had come earlier than he expected. If it was, was that it? Young Mitch had just vanished and would never become close friends with Jerome?
Oh no, Mitch gasped in his mind as it unpreparedly braced for another storm of confusion. What just happened? Several other questions attacked his brain. His focus and concentration were slowly fading away, hard to grasp and keep. All Mitch could do was stare at the empty trench, dumbfounded.
Then, through a silence that he had never realized was there, a grumble was heard. BajanCanadian's consciousness rocketed out of the confused matter in his head. He turned to his right and his eyes widened in surprise at what he saw.
Young Mitch lied on the sand, eyes closed and body still. His sword was gone but he still wore his armor over his hoodie and pants. There was another person with young Mitch.
The other person was leaning very close to Mitch, his shadow casted over Mitch's body. What stood out the most from the sandy background was the new person's clothes. However, it did not just stood out in appearance. Older Mitch was paralyzed in wonder when he laid his brown eyes on the new person's light green shirt and blue parts. The new person's face was covered in the shadow of his face, making it hard to see details. However, the tiny twitches in the mouth indicated muttering and grumbling.
"We can't afford to mess up again..." Mitch caught the person murmur, probably to unconscious, young Mitch. Then, a white light began to glow on the new person's face. There were actually two light sources, on where the eyes should had been.
...Herobrine? A thought rose from the mess in Mitch's mind. His mouth slowly opened in awe. What had Herobrine done? Had he...saved young Mitch? Why?
The mysterious person then looked up from young Mitch. He raised his right hand up and snapped his fingers. A white flash exploded were the man was. It could had hurt Mitch's eyes if it were not for the sunglasses he was wearing. After the light faded away, only young Mitch was there. The other person was gone.
...That had to be Herobrine. A conclusion popped in Mitch's thoughts before being consumed by even more confusion.
"Mitch!" BajanCanadian heard Jerome cry. He saw the young bacca and Ian - who now seemed recovered - dash over to unconscious young Mitch. Jerome crouched down and shook the player by the shoulder. Young Mitch gasped and his brown eyes fluttered open. He looked dazzled as he lifted his head up, looking back-and-forth between Jerome and Ian.
"What happened?" Young Mitch quieried.
"I-I don't know." Jerome replied. "But Ian's OP sword pushed you out off the edge. We thought you were gonna die, so we waited for you to respawn back home and come back. But turns out that you're here." He gestured the ground with his furry hand. "I have no idea how SSundee did that. BC went after for you when you fell. I headed for Ian to talk to him."
"I-I didn't mean to push you." Ian nervously added. "It...it was just that when I was charging you, I just suddenly got this headache." He paused to put his hand on his forehead. "It-it was just so painful and all I could see was like white and some red dots. I couldn't see anything, so I accidently hit my sword like that. I didn't want to push you off. Just use the knockback to throw you back into the area. I'm-I'm sorry if I hurt you."
There was a moment of silence. Then young Mitch pushed himself up to a sitting position.
"Hey, we respawn, no biggie." He started. "No need to apologize." Then he exhaled a strong sigh. "But, woah, I think we should take a break."
"Yeah, let's stop PVPing for today," Jerome agreed.
"Yeah, I'm more than happy to stop." Ian added quickly. "I should rest until the headache goes away." He and Jerome helped BajanCanadian stand up. They walked to the chest, placed their armor and weapons away, and returned to the civilization together.
"Mitch..."
The older BajanCanadian gasped at the sound of the voice. Suddenly, all of the confusion in his mind vanished, leaving an actual brain to use and think with. He had stood numb and astonished when Jerome and Ian helped his younger self all that time.
Thawing from his motionless state, he put a hand on his forehead, thinking. He accepted Ian and young Mitch's incidence into his thoughts and introduced it to the other puzzle pieces of the time alter mystery.
The now-nervous Ian had gotten a headache in the middle of a fight. Lightning had gotten a random migraine too. Lucky also had seemed too. SSundee had mentioned red dots. Were those like the dots seen in Lightning and Lucky's eyes?
This could not be an ordinary migraine. It could not be a coincidence either. The headache and red spots...there was a pattern. A trend. It had to be planned out...but why? Why only a few specific people. People that BajanCanadian had interacted with. The headaches had to involve Mitch.
BajanCanadian was confident that the pattern had something to do with him. If anything, it was the first thing that actually connected with the other puzzle pieces. Yes, it had to involve the time alter as well. Was the thing or person tattering with time using the headaches to slowly trigger the upcoming time alter? Worry bit Mitch's heart. He did not knew how the headaches would help. However, he could not prevent them from happening to people. If the headaches were the stepping stones and triggers to the time alter, Mitch could not stop it. Maybe the time alter would succeed...
"Mitch..."
Mitch growled at the mysterious voice. It may had vacuumed all the discord in his brain, but now it was irritating the order. He angrily turned to glare at the hill it came from. However, his eyes softened at the sight of the strange temple. It had almost urged him to abandon young Mitch for that mysterious temple. It seemed that it was now doing it again. BajanCanadian shifted his eyes back to the civilization. He had to stay with young Mitch, despite the recent discouraging theory that the time alter could succeed. He needed to protect him. It was the best solution. But now that Mitch knew that the time alter may possess an advantage...
"Mitch."
BajanCanadian returned his gaze to the temple. He exhaled a defeating sigh and began sprinting towards the hill. Only one visit. Then he would return to his younger self.
"That's right, Mitch. It won't be long until everyone remembers you..."
Mitch panted as he slowly climbed up the last sand blocks. He looked up at the temple, seeing that it was really big. It was almost twice his height. Then all of his wariness vanished when he realized no one was up on the hill with him. Were there supposed to be guards up here?
"In here."
Mitch approached closer to the temple. The only entrance was locked, sealed by an iron door. Mitch narrowed his eyes as he looked through the door's four empty spaces. Inside, the temple was empty...and not empty at the same time. It was vast with only a few objects occupying space. It was like a museum, items on stands lined neatly against the walls.
BajanCanadian skimmed the temple as he identified some items. From left to right on a wall were an enchanting table, obsidian, a diamond block, flint and steel, a chest, a brewing stand, and a diamond sword. He paused at the sight of the diamond sword. It was more shinier than a regular enchanted item, having a sharper purple shine.
"Mitch, I'm waiting." The voice spoke. BajanCanadian pressed harder against the iron door. The voice was louder and clearer now. He sensed it coming from the mysterious sword. A sword could talk? Well, it did seem heavily enchanted; so it was possible. But what did a sword want with Mitch?
"In here, Bajan. Come in."
Without peeling his brown eyes off the sword, Mitch felt his hand slowly come up. The hand's fingers wrapped about the doorknob. It slowly turned the knob, only to be stopped abruptly. Of course, iron doors locked and they did not answer to hands.
BajanCanadian sighed, letting his hand win. He took a step back and looked around the temple's wall. There had to be a button or lever somewhere.
"What are you doing?" A new voice demanded. Mitch's heart jumped and he turned around. Lucky was behind him, suspicion now freely bursting in his green eyes.
Mitch let out a gasp. "Oh, Lucky! Didn't see you there."
"What are you doing?" Lucky repeated. Under his cloak, the miner slowly pulled out an iron sword. The slow, rough movement of his arm made him disturbingly more threatening.
"Uh, well," BajanCanadian began, trying not to look into Lucky's eyes. "I just saw this temple and I was curious and - "
"What gave you the idea to just come up?"
Mitch sighed, tired of Lucky's nosy suspicions, even though they were correct. That irritation exploded wildly, now affecting his communication.
"What gave you the idea to come up?" Mitch challenged Lucky, taking a step closer to the miner. Behind his sunglasses, his anger dictated his brown eyes. Seriously though, from all of the time and places in the new world, why did Lucky visit the temple now?
"...I talked to the guards of this place." Lucky answered. Mitch knew fear had appeared in Lucky's green eyes, but the miner had forced it away to maintain his dominance. "I told them to leave and I would take their shift. They trust me, after all." That might explain why no one was around when Mitch arrived to the temple. But still, why now?
"But why do you wanna guard it alone? Are you really just gonna protect it?" Mitch voiced his thought, raising an eyebrow. "Why do even want to protect this place? What makes it so important?"
Lucky remained silent. The sword that he was holding was lowered down during the silence. Mitch smirked in his mind. Maybe he had finally caught Lucky in questions he could not innocently answer. Would the miner finally show suspicious behavior that Mitch had waited for?
Then a smirk actually appeared, but it was on Lucky's face. He raised his sword again, more closer to Mitch.
"I've never seen so much hostility in you before." He stated with a tone calmer than before, but still able to match with his new sly expression. "Back in the old world, I face guys that snap like you. They were all corrupted. I knew you were going to do something wrong." He pressed the sword tip closer to Mitch's neck. BajanCanadian gasped in horror and took a step back. However, he did not fear the sword. He realized that Lucky was right. His annoyance towards him had blown his cover. He was no longer the innocent-looking BC to Lucky. He was a suspect.
"But-but what does this have to do with the temple? What's in there?" BajanCanadian forced himself not to stutter. Despite his hostility, Lucky did seem to have some interest with the temple. Mitch knew that it was unique, but what was that uniqueness?
"You know what's in there!" Lucky hissed. His calm eyes now shifted into confident anger. It seemed that the red dots in his eyes joined the emotion. It seemed that the dots multiplied their population when Lucky yelled.
"What! What are you talking about?" Mitch asked. He could see that Lucky no longer hid extreme emotions. He was now confident enough to start making accusations. Well, Mitch had to admit, he knew what was inside the temple. The talking diamond sword. But his knowledge was not too exact.
"Last night, you blurted out the name RITFAS. Ever since, I've been waiting for you to make your move, starting here."
Mitch's brown eyes widened. RITFAS, the mysterious word that could be a key to his problem, had a connection to the temple. Was RITFAS in the temple? And if the temple was guarded and part of Lucky's concern, the name was more important than Mitch thought. How valuable though?
Then for the second time today, his thoughts suffered another storm of confusion. His voice was trapped in the storm. He did not know what to say next.
"...this still isn't enough to convince the others." Lucky heavily murmured. Mitch heard it, but it took longer to comprehend because of his confusion. "But you're not safe now from me. Whatever you plan to do to go against us, I'll stop it."
The storm of confusion in Mitch's mind blew itself out. However, the clues and facts that he kept were also blown away. Emotion took over again. Despite the outburst, Mitch's annoyance was still not satisfied. Lucky wanted to stop the non-existent evil of Mitch. Mitch wanted to stop something too: the time alter. He hated the miner who kept getting into his way.
"Can you just stop bugging me?" Mitch demanded. His opened-in-awe mouth had turned into a growl and his eyes narrowed in anger behind his sunglasses. He had just stated his feelings. And he intended to get its message through.
"Not until you finally reveal yourself. Then you'll be outnumbered, like I promised." Lucky replied without raising or lowering his tone.
"But I'd like you to start now." Like with the door, Mitch's hand instinctively raised up and gave Lucky an uppercut. Mitch felt a sharp shock from the punch, but his anger reduced the pain. Lucky jumped back after being punched, placing his empty hand over his jaw. Then he turned to face Mitch and swung his sword at him.
For a moment, Mitch's anger was substitued with fear. BajanCanadian attempted to duck out of the sword's aim, but the blade hit his skull. He fell onto the sandy ground as pain exploded in his temple.
He winced and swallowed down a groan. The pain kept biting and pinching his head. He managed to open his eyes and make eye contact with Lucky though. If he wanted to get his way, he could not look weak.
However, when their gazes met, Lucky gave out a gasp. He lowered his iron sword and took a step back, but kept his eyes on Mitch. Irritation in his green eyes now glowed with astonishment and hints of shame. What was wrong? The curiosity vaporized the pain in Mitch's head as he questioned Lucky's change of behavior.
"What?" Mitch asked outloud to Lucky. "What's the matter?"
"...I can't believe this." Lucky said. It sounded like he was talking to himself rather than to Mitch. "Another victim..."
"Another what?"
Lucky did not answer. In fact, he stepped more further away from Mitch. Then, he completely turned around and dashed down the hill.
Mitch pushed himself into a sitting position, raising an eyebrow. Memory and pain of the short fight were now passed, as if it had never. What did Mitch do to cause Lucky to stop with his hostility? Yes, he wanted Lucky to go away, but this was not how he expected it to go.
As Mitch pushed himself into a standing position, his left hand felt something. Mitch turned to the left and saw a pair of sunglasses next to his hand. Then Mitch realized, touching his face with his right hand, that the sunglasses were his. They must had fallen off when Lucky's sword hit him. Lucky had saw Mitch without his glasses. His disguise. How much did that tell Lucky about Mitch's secret mission? Was that why he suddenly stopped and ran away?
He picked up and tucked the glasses into his black hoodie. BajanCanadian limped down the hill, returning the the civilization. The sun was now setting after a long day. Mitch mused as he walked. The disguise had been intended to cover himself from his younger self and friends. Not strangers like Lucky. The reveal of Mitch's eyes could not produce recognition for Lucky. But what did he knew about the mysterious miner. Mitch had made his promise to watch Lucky for suspicious behavior. This must be what he was supposed to consider.
He finally arrived at the civilization. He paused nearby a water source. He crouched down and took a drink from it. He had realized how thirsty he was.
After a refreshing drink, Mitch gave out a sigh and looked gratefully at the water source. He saw his reflection in the water. Analyzing it, Mitch fixed his hair. He had not really taken care of himself ever since the journey to the past. Wow, he was a mess. He -
BajanCanadian stopped brushing his hair and kneeled closer to the water. He had caught something.
"Oh, my..." He trailed off in shock of his discovery.
In his reflection, his right eye was sprinkled with red dots. Just like Lucky and Lightning's.
"How did this...Does this mean...Do I...?" Mitch had just been bombarded with multiple puzzle pieces for the price of one. He had the red dots in his eye! The mysterious pattern of the headaches and spots did not just threaten him. It included him. This completely blew off Mitch. He did not knew the power of the trend. However, if it was very important, then maybe his investigations had been misinterpretations all along. Who knew how much the red spots were involved with his mission. Did Mitch did anything successful in his tasks at all?
Mitch jumped when thunder clashed into his ears. He looked up to the sky. No clouds. How could there be thunder?
The sound grumbled again. Then again. It kept repeating. Mitch focused on it and gasped. He knew this sound. He had heard it every day in the present. In the Hunger Games. It was the sound of a player killed. Death.
Mitch stood up. Usually, he did not concern over dying players. However, for some reason, the sound of death felt more sinister here than in the Games.
The sound continued clashing. But later, another sound exploded. Screams. There was one notable and terrifying chant among the shouts.
"The corrupted! They're attacking!"
Author's Note: Yeah, I know that butter came first before hatred over squids, but this fanfic's not exactly going by the YouTubers' YouTube histories. The same goes for Mitch convincing Jerome to stay active on YouTube back in ASF. (I actually did not knew that until Dying Grin said that in the reviews.) Anyways, the story is only happening in Minecraft, not YouTube. The YouTubers' pasts are being made-up as if they live in the game.
Anyways, see you guys later for Chapter Eight. Chapter Eight and Nine will have a lot for you guys...hopefully. Remember, contructive criticism is appreciated!
