A/N:
Hey guys, just been watching Minecraft Dad on YouTube. I decided to write this story, because it was bothering me the whole time. Thanks for your awesome comment, KatyKat321! People just like you make me happy while writing. Well, here's your next chapter!
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Alpha198
We were stunned for a moment, staring at the broken door. The zombie who did it marched inside, looking triumphant. Most encouragingly, the dude wasn't the only one.
"HOLY ENCHANTED DIAMOND PICKAXE, IT BROUGHT ITS MATES! GO DIE IN AN ABANDONED MINESHAFT!" Delta yelled at the top of his lungs, and continued to stream out words that I presumed to be swear-words in the Overworld.
I couldn't help myself, but smile, as Delta screamed, "MUTANTS! DIRT BLOCKS! ROTTEN IRON! BROKEN SHOVEL! OVERGROWN SILVERFISH!" making the monsters quite puzzled.
Thanks to Delta, the monsters were at bay, but I doubted it was because of Delta's furious face, and suspected they were taken aback how a human can say stuff continuously in a very loud volume. Omega was hanging his mouth open, and mouthed the word, "That's the worst cussing I ever heard."
I gave him a sceptical look, and he mouthed, "I've taken a leaf out of Delta's book."
Delta was still insulting the zombies at the top of his voice. "-BEDROCK! ECTOPLASMS! CORRODED GOLD! GET IN THE VOID, YOU-YOU-"
"I think he reached his maximum potential," I said. Delta wheeled around.
"OF COURSE I HAVEN'T! I WAS SEARCHING FOR THE RIGHT-HOLY GREAT-GRANDMOTHER OF NOTCH, HOW DARE YOU SHIFT YOUR CONDEMNED FOOT, DON'T YOU KNOW HOW LONG IT TOOK ME TO MAKE THAT DOOR?"
"4 seconds," Omega whispered, making me giggle. Delta ignored him.
"CHARGED CREEPERS! VILLAINS! SQUID-BRAINS-"
"Let's just fight them, Delta, rather than trying to subdue them by yelling," Omega said reasonably, placing a hand on his shoulder. Without waiting for his answer, he charged, brandishing his sword. The zombies greeted him with enthusiasm, with their arms darting forward, ready to pommel him. I stepped in, pulling my zanite sword, hacking the zombie's hand. It growled in frustration, and turned its attention on me instead.
I quickly dispatched the zombie, and looked at the threshold, where five more zombies were pouring in. Omega killed one of them, and Delta finished one too. Only three more zombies were in the shelter, but two more joined the fight. Delta fumbled for his bow in his inventory, and accidentally, dropped his book.
One of the zombies stepped forward, and in my opinion, purposefully placed its great, ugly right foot on Delta's book.
That did it. That was the final straw. The colour in Delta's face drained when he dropped the book, but seeing his precious reading material getting trampled by a common zombie had set the Trigger of Extreme Violence off. Omega glanced at me, and I nodded, clapping my hands over my ears, but didn't entirely cover the sound.
"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, YOU COMMON MONGREL? YOU SHOULD BE GREATFUL THAT I DIDN'T DECAPITATE YOU EARLIER! YOU HAVE CROSSED THE LINE, MISTER, AND NOW YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR IT!" He swung his sword at the accused zombie, who looked extremely stumped.
"FILTHY-DESPICABLE-ACCURSED-BEAST!" he said, with every sentence per slice. After the last sentence, the zombie disintegrated, off to the hell with the moral stamped firmly across its mind: Beware the User Delta824, especially his book.
Delta spun towards the rest of the crowd, his eyes blazing. He stepped forward, raising his sword, daring them to tread his book. I was only able to see one difference on his book: the corner of page number 237 was slightly bent inward.
"COME ON!" he roared, "WANNA CHECK OUT WHAT HAPPENS AFTER TOUCHING THIS BOOK? ANYBODY WANT TO GIVE IT A GO?"
A zombie stuck its foot out, and lightly prodded a page.
The little action set Delta quite beside himself. "UNGRATEFUL BRUTE! THANKS TO HIM, YOU'LL ALL SUFFER." He said the last word nastily, that all the zombies flinched. He darted forward, swinging his diamond sword, roaring. "NEVER-DO-THAT-AGAIN, YOU-PILE-OF-FILTH!" He did that one-sentence-per-slice thing again, chopping through the thick crowd of zombies. Pluto stared at his master, speechless, as Delta whirled around in the green mass of monsters, capable of killing them without any help.
"Wow, lucky that we didn't do it," Omega mouthed to me: we still had our ears covered, and needn't pull out our sword, because Delta was cleaning up for us. He furiously whacked the zombies, all groaning in protest.
"LEARNT NEVER TO TOUCH DELTA824'S BOOK AGAIN, DID YOU, YOU LOT? HA!" he spat, but there was no one to answer: every zombie was reduced to white particles and rotten flesh, with experience orbs littering the floor.
We removed our hands, with awed look on our faces as Delta tenderly reached for his book, and smoothed out the bent corner. "Sorry about this inconvenience," we heard him mutter to the book. Omega twirled his finger around the side of his head. "I'll make sure nothing will do more harm to you." With that, he tucked the book back into his inventory, and turned to look at us.
So here's the basic summary of the scene we were looking at: Delta, standing in the midst of rotten flesh, with experience orbs flying towards him, and the last white dust evaporating from the wooden floor, where there were the remains of the wooden door scattered all over, and us (that is, me, Omega, Thanatos and Pluto) looking dumbstruck at Delta. Delta raised his eyebrows, and we clamped our mouth shut.
"Next time if we are in danger," Omega whispered in my ear, "we'll just throw one of his books into the crowd. He'll demolish it." I tried hard to keep my face straight, and Delta scowled.
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The rest of the night was pretty boring, except the part where Omega slipped his head off a little table, banging on the floor. He was quite disgruntled afterwards.
Delta fashioned a new door ("5 seconds," Omega muttered to me), and fit through the frame.
"Next time," he grumbled, "if I have any, I'm making an iron door."
The sun was coming up from the horizon, and we left the shelter, with the image of swearing Delta deeply embedded in our memories. Delta looked annoyed on how we kept recapping the awe-inspiring moment, and told us to shut up about it. Well, I was planning to record it on a spare book, because I remembered every single word he spoke that night.
Our spirits were high up; Delta was happy of succeeding to save his book from what he described as a ferocious barbaric crowd of brainless monsters, who lacked on spotting a prized literature, but in our case, were enthralled by Delta's outstanding performance in stringing swear-words together. We skipped through the woods (I even forgot to complain about the humidity), ready to attack any sort of hostile creatures we encounter. But the only things we saw were two cows, a sheep, some tall grass, and three pigs.
Delta was high on killing-power, so he had to spend it on those innocent mobs to stop his hand twitching towards his sword. This was excellent, I thought, we have a killing machine that would protect us for the whole journey.
When the day was almost to the end, Delta was back to normal, although he was a bit hasty on building the shelter. This one was near to the pool of water we found, because I insisted that we should keep our temperature 'low'.
While Delta and Omega were safely indoors ("COLDNESS!" Omega yelled when I asked him for a swim), I was dousing myself in that cool liquid with the moon high up. I seriously hoped no monster would ambush me, because Reason One: I wasn't bothered to pull out my sword, and Reason Two: Attacking an unready User was just plain evil, especially when that person was swimming.
I could see Omega's horrified face through the shelter's window, as I stuck my head out of the water, splashing about. I saw him mouthing the word: "How is he doing that?"
I grinned, gave him a thumbs-up, and dived back in. Omega shook his head in disgust and wonder, and retreated back to Delta's side, where he was reading his precious treasure. So I just spent most of the night in that pool, having the time of my life. The only moving things around me were just animals and my mates inside the shelter.
The moon was high up, when I decided I should go back, but a shriek filled the air. Recognising as a spider, I pulled out my zanite sword, and surveyed the ground. Delta and Omega were emerging from the threshold, armed with a weapon each. More shrieks followed the previous one, and they were definitely getting closer. Delta readied his bow, and Omega raised his sword.
Suddenly, red eyes began to shine from the forest, and more than twenty spiders crawled out, snapping their pincers menacingly. We leapt forward, and slashed at the army of spiders, swinging our arms madly.
Somewhere right to me, Delta cried out in pain, and was followed by Pluto's barking. His barking soon turned to whimper, as the spider turned its fang on him.
"Leave him ALONE!" Delta bellowed, killing the spider with a single shot from his bow. He tried to take Pluto back inside, but was stopped by another massive spider, which seemed to have bit Delta in the arm.
Omega was no better, as he was fending off the spiders from the entrance, and has received some nasty cuts. Thanatos was helping his master very hard, but was getting the damage too.
So we spent the whole night killing the spiders until sun came. The spiders seemed to have decreased a bit, but that crowd never gave up on us even when the sun was up. That was really strange, because unprovoked spiders shouldn't attack during daylight, but there they were, shrieking and jumping at us, trying to get some flesh off us.
"Really got into us, haven't they?" I grunted, bringing down the sword on the spider, killing it. "Maybe this is the price of killing an innocent chicken."
"WILL YOU DROP THAT CHICKEN FOR NOTCH'S SAKE!" Omega roared, as he too, finished the occupied spider.
The sun was high up now, and the last spider when down with its final shriek. We collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath. Delta and Omega fed their wolves some rotten flesh, which they accepted gratefully.
"D'you reckon the Creeper King sent those monsters?" Omega asked, wiping sweat off his face. "It's not coincidental: last night, a horde of zombies invaded the shelter. Maybe the Monster Allies really know what we are doing."
"I dunno," said Delta, "but I'm worried about my village if that's true."
"Oh come on, you placed down all those booby traps around it," I said encouragingly. But Delta still looked uncomfortable.
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Four, tall figures appeared at the hill. It was night time, and they surveyed the black wall surrounding the village with interest. The tallest figure spoke, "Are you sure it's that one?"
The second-tallest one chattered. "Yes, my king. One of my trained spies reported to me."
The tall figure hissed softly. "Excellent. Now, we proceed."
They descended the hill, arriving in front of the huge piston gateway. Moonlight shone on their faces, revealing four monsters, all of them much bigger than any other of their kind. The tall creeper hissed again, and a silverfish leapt forward.
This silverfish was definitely four times bigger than normal silverfishes. Its body gleamed of sliver, more brightly than any other silverfishes, with moonlight reflecting upon the surface. It hopped forward, scanning the area. Then it gave out a squeal, bringing three silverfishes up to the front.
Everybody watched in silence, as one of the silverfishes crawled on to the stone pressure plate. The floor dropped, sending the silverfish straight into a pit of lava.
"A pity," the Creeper King said, "the humans underestimate us."
The next one was suffocated to death by a pile of sand raining downward. It let out a pleading squeal, before it dissolved into nothing. The last one was shot by rows of dispensers shooting out of the wall, arrows embedding themselves on the ground and the silverfish. The Creeper King observed the revealed traps, and said, "Well planned, Delta824, but you still hadn't tricked me. Your servants have proven worthy, Argentum," he said the last sentence to the enormous silverfish, who bowed.
The tall skeleton chattered, beckoning an enderman to the front, placing dirt blocks over the lava hole. The monsters passed it silently, and stopped right before the gate. The third-tallest figure observed a Redstone circuit, and shrieked to the skeleton. The Skeleton General chattered again, and a skeleton darted out, stepping on a pressure plate. Instantly, pistons moved in, squashing the skeleton, killing it.
The Skeleton General stepped forward, and pressed the button on the wall, and stepped back, as the piston door opened up. A smile crept up the Creeper King's face.
The monsters stepped through the enormous threshold, and surveyed the village. To their surprise, the village was empty. Lights glowed, but there were no signs of three Users in the area.
"Search the village," the creeper snarled, "quick! Or I'll tear out your limbs."
The monsters spread out, breaking into buildings and searching it with painstaking effort, but nothing was found.
"It seems that they have embarked on a quest," the Skeleton General whispered anxiously at the Creeper King, as one of the skeleton scouts reported no User was to be seen.
"Fool," the Creeper King growled. "They have Zeta31's book in their possession. The Terrarian escaped from YOU and your lot, while I spoke to you about the seriousness in the mission. Haven't the punishment taught you enough?" The Skeleton General cowered at his king's furious look.
The Creeper King abruptly turned to the gigantic spider. "Have you sent your minions all over the land?"
The spider nodded fervently. "Of course, my king. I have recruited the cave spiders too."
The creeper nodded in satisfaction. "Good, at least the Spider Queen has more brain than you, skeleton." The skeleton went white in the face.
"Come!" he barked. "Gather your troops! We have no more business in here! We must work hard to foil their pathetic quest, make sure they don't reach the Unknowable Place and bring back the Users." The leader of the monsters bowed, and turned to the army.
The Creeper King turned his blazing look towards the wilderness stretching outside the village. "I'm coming for you, Users," he snarled, "You weaklings will all suffer the wrath of the Creeper King. May Minecraftia never rise again, and no human shall ever walk the land of the Monster Allies!"