They're Coming to Take Me Away (Ha Ha)


Remember when you ran away and I got on my knees and begged you not to leave because I'd go berserk?

"Rythian…" Zoey sighed, worry in her voice at the mage's state. "Please don't go..! I know I need help…but I can't fathom being alone! Zoey, please!" Rythian pleaded. Since a few days ago it's like bits and pieces of Rythian's mind was fading away in front of Zoey's eyes.
She didn't want that of him.

Well, you left me anyhow and then the days got worse and worse and now you see I've gone completely out of my mind.

"I'm just getting help, I'll be back soon," she told him before exiting the castle, the iron door automatically closing behind her as she left. Rythian watched his only human friend leave, falling onto his knees and crying into his hands.

And… they're coming to take me away, ha ha, they're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha. To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're coming to take me away ha Haaaaah.


It's been four days since she left. Rythian lay curled up in a corner in their bedroom, rocking back and forth against the wall. The mage giggled and cried at the same time, yet no tears were shed any longer. Teep didn't come to check on him anymore, not after the fireball that almost had his head.

You thought it was a joke so you laughed, you laughed when I had said that losing you would make me flip my lid… Right? You know you laughed, I heard you laugh, you laughed and laughed and then you left, but now you know I'm utterly mad.

He could feel it, every bit of his sanity being pulled away from him and replaced with madness. Rythian hasn't felt this in years, the first time it happened being when Zoey and Teep went to some sort of mushroom rebel base in secrecy. But this was only the beginning… next his magic will go completely berserk, doing things that are absolutely impossible, even for mages like himself.

And… they're coming to take me away ha ha, they're coming to take me away ho ho he he ha ha. To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're coming to take me away ha Haaaaaaaah.


He could hear fists pounding on the iron doors at the front, people shouting that the mage let them in. But he had locked himself in their- HIS room. The corner in which he still stayed was a completely different color. Purple. The color was spreading across the walls, slowly, but it was progressing.

His magic was going absolutely crazy. Tendrils upon tendrils of it would spiral around his hands and arms without him even using it, thrashing around angrily before something would suddenly explode.

I cooked your food, I cleaned your house, and this is how you pay me back for all my kind, unselfish, loving deeds… huh? Well you just wait, they'll find you yet and when they do they'll put you in the ASPCA you mangy mutt!

He heard the door hinges break and the iron doors falling to the floor. "Rythian? Rythian!" Multiple voices called out at once. The mage instantly recognized one of them as Zoey. Oh, she's back for more harm, Rythian thought. He wasn't himself, he didn't think like himself, act like himself – he wasn't even Rythian anymore.

There was a gentle knock on the bedroom door ahead of him, followed by a calm voice that only belonged to Zoey, "Rythian…? Rythian, open the door please…." The Enderborn looked at the door, opening his mouth to say something – but all that came out was a mad laugh. "Why? Why would I do that?" he asked, mock filling his words.

"Please, Rythian… I brought help!" Zoey pleaded through the door. Another laugh, "No one can help me anymore, Zoey… I just need a restart." That's when he heard her yelp, probably because someone shoved her away from the door, for there was now banging on the door. "Rythian, open the door now!" Lewis's voice ordered.

"No." Was his response. There was more banging against the door, until finally there was a crack as it sounded like someone kicked it hard. The spruce isn't going to last forever, the Enderborn thought. Trying to think of a way to just disappear to a place where they wouldn't find him, Rythian never noticed his magic starting to go crazy again.

Until, once they finally busted the door down, the magic activated and he was teleported right in front of their eyes.

And… they're coming to take me away ha ha, they're coming to take me away Ho ho He he Ha ha. To the funny farm, where life is beautiful all the time and I'll be happy to see those nice young men in their clean white coats and they're coming to take me away ha haaaah! To the happy home, with trees and flowers and chirping birds and basket weavers who sit and smile and twiddle their thumbs and toes and they're coming to take me away ha haaaaaah!


Rythian groaned, placing one hand against his pounding head as he started to open his eyes. A cool breeze came over him with a semi-strong smell of fresh grass and leaves being carried by it. When his eyes fully opened he realized he was under the shade of a medium-sized oak tree, lying against it as if he was sleeping.

"Hey, who are you?"

Rythian flinched, looking for the owner of the voice. When he did, the mage realized it was no one he knew. The man was an obvious brunette, locks of brown hair showing from his black and purple hood that connected with a purple button. A cape hung down to his ankles behind him, a black and white shirt on with a red creeper face on the center. His pants were black and white as well, being baggy as they were – through Rythian's perspective – a red and white belt held it up.

"I'm… Rythian," the mage responded. The brunette's brown eyes stared at him with curiousity. "Oh? I'm Seto," he said, extending a hand to help him up. Rythian smiled under his bandana, taking the hand as he was pulled up. "So where are you from Rythian?" Seto asked, beckoning the Enderborn to follow him as he started walking off.

Rythian thought it was a stupid question, but he answered it nonetheless, "I'm from Tekkitopia, or as most like to call it, the South of Minecraftia." Seto stopped, turning to look at Rythian like he was joking. "You're kidding right?" he asked.

Rythian raised an eyebrow, slowly shaking his head. "But…the South of Minecraftia has been said to be uninhabitable to minecraftians!" Seto exclaimed, shocked. Rythian just laughed, "Then you have a lot to learn, sir."


BOOM! Me Likey, me reeeaallyy likey. Feedback is appreciated, did this without using the composition notebook I write in woo! I think I did pretty good, no? Anyways:

SO! Lets say Minecraftia is basically Earth but, it has the North, South, East, and Western sides of Minecraftia. The North thought that the South and West were uninhabitable and could not be habitable by any minecraftians due to some reasons. The same with the South and the West.

Yea, I just screwed up their logic. Yay!

-Lack