I want to thank StressOfWriting for giving it to me straight by saying that I'm drifting away from Jordan's problem and focusing a wide range of attention to Team Crafted and Herobrine. He/she is right, but I think I've got it planned out to put the focus back onto Jordan. But alas, this chapter is completely focused on Team Crafted and the animal rather than Jordan. There is something near the end of the chapter, but this chapter isn't touching much on Jordan at all. Sorry about that, CaptainSparklez fanatics. But hey, this story has around four to five chapters left of it.

And yes, there will be a sequel to this sequel. ;} And I give half-credit to my friend for the idea of it, because I was almost completely stumped... Bah, I'll tell you later when I actually finish this one and start the new one. But I think you peopleses will like it. I'm so tempted to tell you who it will center around, but I don't want to spoil the surprise, yeah?

Song of the chapter: Live Free or Let Me Die by Linkin Park

4 Days until destruction

Time: 10:23

Location: Unknown

The animal grinned down at the person in the cage. "Well, well. Look at what we have here. The mighty Sky, downed by a simple cage."

Sky glared at him, then turned his gaze away. "You aren't going to get away with this."

The animal chuckled, kneeling down next to his double. "But I already have," he whispered tauntingly, dragging navy blue claws across the bars of the cage.

Sky growled at him. "My friends will stop you."

"How do you know that? They think I'm you. I just need to pluck a few strings, pull a few chords, and then they're in the palm of my hand."

Sky scowled at him, letting silence fall over the two. The animal huffed, reaching through the bars and grabbing Sky by the collar. "Listen... As soon as the rest of your 'friends' are dead, I'll let you go. How does that sound?"

Sky's reaction was to crane his neck down so he could bite the animal's hand. He hissed and yanked his hand out of the bars. The monster growled at his double, rubbing his hand. He shook his head and turned around, making sure to whack Sky through the bars with a tentacle.

Sky glared at the animal, then looked away. An escape plan had been made; he had been just about to escape when the squid came back.

The animal rummaged through a bag, sorting through the various things in it. He pulled out a steel glove and grinned, slipping it easily over his dark navy claws. He curled his hand into a fist, taking a few swings at the air. If he hit somebody with this, he could possibly kill them. He turned his palm up, noticing that this area was bare f protection. Strange, but he wouldn't question it.

Sky watched as the monster pulled the glove's other out of the bag, putting it on the other hand. He scowled at his double. "What are those for?"

"Oh, Sky. You know so little of murdering people," the animal tssked, "But sadly, I don't have the time to teach you the ins and outs of homicide." He licked his teeth, running a forked tongue over the fangs. "I need to go now, need to find your friends."

He laughed at the horror written over Sky's features.
"No... No!"

The animal turned, ignoring Sky, and walked to the stairs that led to the top floor of Sky's house. The ex-infected was literally captured right under his friends' noses.

"Sorry, Sky. I'll let them know you said hi. Just remember, though." The squid turned as grinned evilly at Sky. "In their eyes, you were the one that killed them."

He walked to the top of the stairs, shutting the door, muting Sky's cry of horror and rage. The animal grinned, turning the key to lock the door behind him. He proceeded into the bathroom, grabbing a jacket from a hanger as he walked.

The animal tugged the leather jacket over his T-shirt and jeans, carefully tucking the six tentacles under it. He turned in front of the mirror, carefully looking over his back. It was smooth and flat if he kept his extra appendages in just the right spot, which wouldn't be too hard.

The animal curled his claws, glancing down at them. These would be harder to conceal, but that's what the gloves were for. All he needed was navy blue spray paint.

He opened a cabinet above the sink, grabbing the bottle of paint. The animal shook it, took off one of his gloves, and proceeded to paint the gauntlet. When he put it back on, you couldn't tell the difference between his claws and the gauntlet.

Location: Jerome's Treehouse

The animal raised a fist and pounded on the door of the tree house, trying not to look down at the dizzying drop just a few feet behind him. Why did the damn bacca have to live in a tree? Who knew he was afraid of heights.

To his surprise, batman opened the door instead of the frog. "Yes? Oh, Sky! Where have you been? You look terrible."

Quickly, the animal checked over himself. He had made himself grimy and smeared with soot to make it look as if he'd been in the Nether. It seemed to have worked.

He feigned exhaustion and nearly collapsed onto the batman. "Th-the Nether," he croaked dryly, praying to Notch that his acting skills wouldn't give out now.

"He-Herobrine got me and was asking about som-something a-a-and." That's as as far as he got before the batman brought him into the tree. Acting: Success. Now the hard part.

He was lead into the living room, where a few other members from Team Crafted sat. Dawn was sitting on a stool next to Husky, who was awake but laying on the couch. Kermit was sitting at the bar that led to the kitchen, where Nick was rummaging through the fridge. A man he didn't know was leaning against the wall, talking to the headphone-wearing human and a teenager with a plaid jacket. A pink Power anger was standing a few feet away from the door. Everyone looked up when they came in.

Apparently, the initial reaction for a human when seeing a friend hurt is to swarm them, asking meaningless questions and fretting over the smallest of thing. The animal put up with it for a bit before pretend-limping over to the couch. He sat down, nearly crushing the mudkip's feet. Husky didn't seem to mind, prying one of his feet out from under the animal. "Sky, buddy. What's happened to you?"

Dawn seemed a bit distant from him, but he didn't care. As long as she thought he was Sky. The animal leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment. It was then that he realized he had forgotten his shades. Mentally cursing his forgetfulness, he rubbed one of his eyes with the palm of his hand, pressing slightly until he saw splashes of colors. "I was just-you know-doing normal stuff. I think I was on one of those new parkour courses, the ones with a bunch of troll faces in it?" He gratefully accepted a glass of water, gulping half of it down before continuing. "And then he showed up. He threatened me, then took me to that hell. I-I-I... There were others. There was Jordan, and-and..."

"And?" The teen with the jacket prompted. The animal hid a smirk as he told them, waiting for their faces. "Seto. Seto's alive."

The humans suddenly became very, very still. Finally, Kermit broke the silence. "No way. It can't be possible..."

The animal nodded, kicking in his acting skills again. Just a few more minutes, and he'd have them wrapped around his claws. "He is. I saw him fighting Herobrine. You trust me, don't you? I'm your friend, why wouldn't you believe what I say?"

And that was the deciding factor. Team Crafted was sold. The others were immediately asking question after question, trying to weed out any information he had on Seto. Finally, it got too much for the animal. He stood suddenly, pushing the others away. "Guys, please. Let me breath." He glanced down at the empty glass in his hand, then looked over at Ty and held it out to him. The animal tried not to make eye contact. "Hey, Tyle- Ty, can you fill this up for me?"

Deadlox nodded, taking the cup and walking to an adjacent room where the kitchen was. The animal followed him, clicking his claws together quietly. Finally, he could get his revenge on this petty human. As Ty turned his back on the animal, he raised a clawed hand to strike the human down.

Flashback - Jordan

His name was CaptainSparklez. He preferred his nickname, Jordan. He was twelve. He had just ran away from home. Home was hell, or as other people know it, the Nether. He was the son of Herobrine. He didn't think himself of the son of that demon any longer. He was in the Overworld. This was his new home. But was it really?

Jordan huddled under a small, sorry excuse for a jungle tree as the rain poured down around him. What was this? Water? From the sky? Not only was this utterly confusing, the thunderstorm was terrifying. He didn't know what this was. Thunder cracked overhead, and he cried out in fear. His father had always told him crying was weak, but he couldn't help it. The young demigod couldn't tell whether the water streaming down his face was rain or tears. He furiously wiped his eyes, just wishing for all the noise and the cold and the water to stop.

Lightning crackled and split the air over him, quickly followed by thunder. The storm raged around him, uprooting trees and tearing out other things that Jordan was unfamiliar with. He sniffled, clamping his hands over his ears. "Stop!" he screamed into the wind. "Just stop!"

And it did. Everything froze; not even the wind dared to move. Slowly, the clouds cleared to reveal a starry night sky and a giant full moon. Jordan shivered, looking around. The lightning was the last thing to go, but it eventually settled down. It was then that Jordan looked up.

Immediately, the boy's breath was stolen from him. "Are these... stars? Is this what Mom always talked about?" he whispered to himself, captivated by the crystals sprawled out on the black canvas. The moon shone silver, casting a soft glow down on the boy and the tiny jungle tree. He hugged his knees closer, suddenly wanting the comforting heat of the Nether.

"Such a wonderful night out tonight," he muttered, sighing and looking down. Even though he was the one that ran away, he still missed his father and his old home. "It's such a shame I have no one to share it with..."