This chap will be the continuation of . . . "The Search of The Troll Face".
Starring: Duncan Lalna, Purpl Pengiun, Marrow Belle, and Mark Tawner!
AND A SURPRISE GUEST!
Now, before I go on a spazzing rampage about apples —
ON WITH THE STORY!
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's, and the plot. Gosh, I feel so poor. . . NOTCH, PLEASE SHARE (or Jeb, whatever)!
~ I dedicate this story to my favorite video game, Minecraft, and all its blocky awesomeness.
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OMNISCIENT
PUSHING VINES OUT OF THEIR FACES, the small troupe of four journeyed deeper into the mythical Troll-Face Jungle.
"How are we even supposed to find this Troll Face?" Purpl asked, pulling an iron sword out of her inventory to slash at the leaves.
Marrow shrugged, "I don't even know what it looks like, much less what it even is."
"Supposedly it's some mischievous being that, well, trolls you," Duncan explained, "Older accounts say that you'll hear something before it appears. And when
it does, it's apparently a sight to behold."
They walked in silence, well, as much silence as you could get in a jungle with chickens clucking, feet crunching on grass, and the scamper of frightened ocelots.
Soon, they came upon a small wood-and-dirt shack. Tacked to it, listing to the right, a sign read:
Nilesy's Best and Greatest #1 Importer and Exporter of Really Good Pools and Pool Accessories
"What?" Purpl squinted, "Nilesy? I didn't know he made a pool shack here."
"He makes these little hut's everywhere," Duncan said, "I saw one by Hannah's place when I was fixing her owl landing runway."
"I wonder if he's here right now . . ," Purpl trailed off, eyes landing on a rustling in the bushes.
"You mean me?" said a Scottish accented voice. Holding a bucket in each hand, a man with the floating name tag of Nilesy stood in the brush. He wore a
collared shirt and a green tie. Next to him was a black cat that immediately scampered to Purpl.
"Oh, hello, Lyndon!" purred Purpl, "How are you, Lyndon, aww, your so adowable!"
"What are you doing out here?" Duncan asked Nilesy, "You should be in quarantine! Haven't you heard what's going on?"
"I don't need quarantine," Nilesy said, "I'm fine out 'ere! Selling pools to whoever passes by! Anywho, what's goin' on? I've noticed a dip in my clientele
recently."
"Um, well," Duncan didn't know how to start, "Purpl, care to explain?"
Purpl looked up from adoring Lyndon. "Oh, yeah, well, I did write a poem to explain." She stood up and rifled through her inventory-pack, then pulled out a
notepad, "It goes like this:
Sunny day, cows are mooing
Shifting grass, sheep are growing
There from the forest comes a sound
All the Minecraftians run around
Then out come the Steves
The MCs hide in quarantine
In a place named Honeydew Inc.
Where there is quite a stink
Then as foretold by a green-hoodied girl
The IRLs come to our world
Here to save the day
So we won't become prey"
Nilesy claps, spilling water out of his buckets. "That was amazing, Purpl," he said, "but I still don't get what's goin' on."
"In short, some organization of Minecraftians called Steves decided that they needed to take over the world. They're spreading this disease that causes FPS
drops, extremely low render distance, nausea, and after all that, you turn into a Steve. Most of us have gone into quarantine at Honeydew's Jaffa factory."
"Then what're you folks doin' here?" Nilesy walked over to his shack and places the buckets securely in the one block space, "Out in the jungle, where a whole
bunch of nasties could jump at'cha." Then Nilesy sized up Marrow and Mark, "And who 're these?"
"Do you remember Tuft? Cloud_Tuft?" Purpl asked, "She had this idea about an undiscovered, totally op race that has weird powers. She called them the
Memes. Then Amy prophecised about a whole 'nother reality where people just like us live, called the IRL Medium, where these guys came from. The girl is
Marrow, supposedly my IRL counterpart. The other one, Mark, is IRL Duncan."
Nilesy took this all in, "So how'd they get to Minecraftia? The IRL-whatevers."
Duncan sighed, "We all weren't sure about Amy's plan, but she snuck into my lab at the factory and teleported them in."
"Sounds like somethin' Amy would do. So back to the other question, why're you not in your little quarantine, hmm?"
"We're looking for a Meme. A Troll Face, more specifically. Seen anything like that? Heard weird sounds? Anything gone wrong with no explanation?" Duncan
said.
Nilesy thought, "Well, back in another jungle, Hannah's jungle, Owl Island, her melon farm stopped working 'cause someone nicked all the pipes, then they
turned her fishing shack into a gravel hovel. The enderman in that area are a little off but I doubt they can do all that."
Duncan turned to Purpl, Mark, and Marrow, "Sounds like the work of a Troll. Nilesy, could you take us there?"
"Sure thing; follow me, mates." He walked into the greenery, Lyndon at his feet.
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After climbing down into a volcano, Nilesy telling them to turn around because he had to enter "a super-duper-secret code that no living soul but Hannah and I
know" into a computer, being roughly teleported — again — to another volcano, then journeying by the light of the sunset by boat past a lonely one-light-
working, disused runway to a a jungle island with wood platforms webbing along the canopy and large owls swooping about.
"Welcome to Owl Island, mates," Nilesy announced as they broke their boats on the sandy shore. "Here's the first scene of crime here, that tiny structure right
over there." He pointed to a a small hut in the shadow of a tree. They walked over the white sands and stood in front of the gravel building.
The group, unincluding Nilesy, circled the hut, looking for clues.
"I don't see anything interesting," Marrow said uncertainly.
"Maybe it was just someone just plain trolling you guys." Duncan scowled.
They were about to agree to close this case and search somewhere else when a peculiar melody arose from the jungle.
"Trolololololololol . . . Trolololol. . ."
"What was that?" Nilesy whispered.
"That must be the Troll," Purpl hissed.
Lyndon shot into the green, hair on end.
"Follow the cat!" Duncan announced. They all ran into the brush, only just keeping up with Lyndon's tail. Tripping over leaves and logs, they followed the feline
to a clearing, where the odd melody was loudest.
"TROLOLOLOLOLOLOL. TROLOLOLOLOL."
"There's definetley somethin' goin' on here." Nilesy looked around, and saw Lyndon sniffing at a particular bush. "What is it, Lyndon? Find somethin'?"
The cat jumped back and hissed, just as a floating white Troll Face came into view. There was no explaining what it looked like[, so I will leave a link below to
Google images].
"In the righteous name of Notch, what in the Nether is that!?" Purpl jumped back.
"TROLOLOLOLOLOLOL. TROLOLOLOLOL," it sang, circling the werided out group, darting back and forth, obviously trying to disorient them.
"Remember, we need to get it on our side, for the plan!" Duncan said helpfully.
"How are we going to do that!?" Marrow said, panicking. She took an iron sword out of her pack.
"Don't try to hit it," Mark warned, "I bet it can do a lot more than this."
As if on cue, the Troll Face bounced on the ground like a rubber ball. Each time it hit the ground, the biome changed. Desert, forest, plains, tundra, it was too
overwhelming. Duncan took out a red matter sword and slashed at it.
Then, the Meme stopped its tactic, and just hovered there, as if biding its tine for a larger attack. Rainbow pixels oozed from the spot Duncan had hit.
Interslime, the blood of the Memes.
It lunged at them. Not knowing what to do next, the group scattered. Then, from above, a dark figure and rider swooped down and clawed at the Meme. The
Troll wobbled, unbalanced, then fell on its ugly face.
"Hannah!" Nilesy cried, "Thank Notch!"
A girl with blonde hair swept inside an owl-themed cap jumped off a large bird of wisdom and landed on the jungle grass. Her tag read: lomadia.
"Nilesy," she said in annoyed voice, "You forgot to close the Cat Moat. The ocelots have gotten into the base."
Nilesy blushed, uncretian what to do, "Uh, . . sorry?"
Continued in Quest for The Troll Face-Part Two
Woo, Hannah! One of the most awesome Yogscast members (they're all awesome, so that statement loses value).
I think they all deserve awesome entrances.
Well, stay tuned for part two!