Chapter 11: Memories and Dreams.

A/N: Morning Y'all, Karbon here. For once, seems I finally got this chapter on time for the deadline. Maybe these biweekly things worked better than I had thought they would. It seems that I can write much better now, with sufficient time to think and write. Or maybe it was just that I had my priorities straight this time. Doesn't matter. As long as it's done, it's done.

Onto review replies and rewarding. Later, it seems you really love sweet stuff made from exotic ingredients. Being on top when it comes to winning the food rewards wherever it may be. You won the Cake once again. FinnThePanda is from Adventure Time alright, well not exactly. Finn there is a human. Not a panda. (Though that would be really cool.) So now without further ado, a cake is yours.

And it seems cool to be the first for giving Jens a much more powerful role compared to other stories. As for the chapter up ahead, I'll say that I've added one of the best references from one of the best games I've seen. So this time, not just a cake, but one gets the Karbon Seal Of Approval as well from me. (Though I'm a bit confused on how I'll do that.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft or Mojang. If I did, it would have a better dual wielding system, much earlier.

Beta Reader: Dragstream

[Tyrone]

I woke up in another void. Again.

Only this time, it seemed less hostile and bleak. It felt… peaceful, calming, relaxing; or something more along those lines.

'Brain, you there?'

'Zzz...'

'At least that means it's not one of those Rune induced dreams and I won't wake up with tendrils on my face.'

"Hello? Anyone out there? Hello..." I called out. No answer.

'No one out there. Guess I have to find my way out myself.'

I tried to take a step forward, only to feel no further than before. By instinct I looked down at my feet to see what was wrong.

This was a total void, full of emptiness, unlike the Void at Jens' place, where there still was solid ground.

'Well, what's next for me then?'

"What is next for you is to meet your maker." A booming voice echoed throughout the void, vibrations hammering at my ears and ribcage.

'That sounded bad.'

"It may, if you follow the wrong path and refuse to join the path of the heretics. At least, that is what my people would call you." The second sentence came in less loudly. Stress on less and loud. Because it was still loud enough to make Brain scream in pain, even though he was asleep.

'Gah! Who was that!? C'mon who was that? Who messes with my beauty sleep!? I'm gonna sock 'em, whoever it was. Notch or whoever! They're gonna be getting rekt mate!'

"I admire the confidence of your subconscious, Tyrone. A shame I can't say the same about you."

As if on cue, the speaker floated down to me out of the blue. With a powerful movement of his hand, a slab of land appeared in the void, and gravity took over, dropping me on the stone surface.

"Ow." That was falling for the fourth time, and it hurt. Some people love making me fall, don't they?

The person who caused this however, glided down, unaffected by what happened to me. I got up, rubbing my knee, and asked, "What was that for?"

The man simply answered, "As a light punishment for entering a conflict where you were never called into. Jeb-" The man shook his head, his bald head reflecting the light of the void into my eyes, blinding me. He took a breath, and his small beady eyes looked into my chocolate-brown ones. "Jeb brought you into this, didn't he?"

I stammered. "Uhhh, what makes you think so? I don't know any Jeb."

The man sighed "Jeb, Jens, Bergensten, they're all the same person; The Third Administrator. I am the First."

My head went recoiled in surprise. "Wasn't Jens, or Jeb as you call him, the Third Deity or something like that? Cuz that's what he told me."

A pale palm collided with the bald forehead. "Dammit Jeb, how many times I have to tell him that he's nowhere near divine or anything. Just because he has a Command Block doesn't make him one with divine powers. And that is why I put him in the Void. Minecraftia is better with less people like him. Even if as a person, he is super OP."

Realization dawned on me as I thought aloud. "Wait, if you are the First and made the Command Block, and banished Jens, or Jeb, to the Void; that would make you-"

The man nodded. "Yes, I am Notch, and I am disappointed on how slow you picked that up. Jeb must be rather desperate to be recruiting weaklings like you; who doesn't even catch up in a matter of 50 ticks."

I spoke up. "Jens says you're a cheat."

Notch said nothing, only nodded his head. "Not exactly. If I recall correctly, he called me a usurper who exiled him because I was scared that he would take my authority. Though you rather, oversimplified it."

My head recoiled at the somewhat decent accuracy which he answered me with at the situation in hand. "And just how do you know all this?"

"Simple, I just listened to your whole conversation in the Void. I didn't leave Jeb unattended; even in a place where he was more or less useless. I had a feeling things like this would happen at some point, and I was right on the mark, it seems."

"You're a stalker, that's what."

"Call me what you will, it would not change history. Or the past and future. Because it is written by the victors, not those who are defeated and lost in history; like you will be."

"I'm... not so sure about being defeated. I've said hello to death and slapped it in the face a lot of times already." I spread my arms out. "See? Perfectly fine; in one piece."

"I wonder for how long." A glowing blue sword materialized in Notch's hand. He showed me the blade. "I made this sword specifically for this moment. Complete with Command Block induced Enchantments. One strike, one kill. Goodbye Tyrone. It was nice not knowing you." Notch then charged at me, sword raised.

'Blink out of here!'

'Right.'

I raise my hand and aim for the ground behind Notch, and clenched my fist. I felt reality compress upon me, and in a split second, I'm behind Notch; out of harm's way.

"Can't we reason this out in peace?"

Hearing my voice, Notch turned around and slashed at me. I brought my Stone sword in defense just in time.

"The answer is simple. I don't reason with conspirators. It's safer to take them out. No worry of watching over them afterwards."

"Wow. I should probably take you out then; because literally Jeb is the only one who didn't try to kill me in the entire conversation, at all. And he wants you dead, or useless." The clash was starting to move away from my favor as the blue blade overpowered my grey one. "And I'll oblige." I tried a kick at Notch, but he easily dodged it, twisting his torso.

Notch moved away from the clash, electricity coursing through the blade. "That was a bad move. But, I may give you one option. Lay down your weapon. Give your allegiance to me, and I'll spare you."

"How sure can I be of this?"

Notch laid down his weapon. "This sure."

I shrugged my shoulders. Not a bad idea. Plus, I don't know if I die in dreams if die in real life, but why take a chance? "Okay, I'm with you."

I laid down my sword.

"Step away from the sword."

I followed, and moved a few steps away from the only means of defense I had that would break into splinters the moment it meets a sword that's stronger than stone.

"Is this far enough?"

"Yes it is. Now come over to me and let me give you my mercy, and mark you as one my faithful agents." I waited as he came closer, but I felt... something wrong. He came close, and gently gripped my shoulder.

"Don't worry, this isn't going to hurt one bit."

My gut instincts were acting up. Something was about to go down.

And it did.

In a fraction of a second, or a tick as these people call it, the sword Notch had left over there was in his hand again, and he stabbed me through the chest. The pain was extremely excruciating. I coughed blood, and asked, "Why?"

Notch drew his blade out of me. "Get dunked on." He dropped me on the floor, and brought his blue blade onto my head with a sadistic smile.

"GAH!"

I woke up, banging my head on the roof. My breathing was heavy, and loud. I was drenched with sweat all over. I asked myself, "What in the flying potatoes just happened?"

'We died in a dream, nothing special. Happens every day.'

'The non-existent sword still hurts!'

'Well, hehe, on the positive side, I know I don't die in a dream, and-" I checked my bag. Everything was still there. "I still have everything too. Heh, hehe- I don't wanna die!" I gripped my head in frustration.

'I think everyone thinks so. Well, not everyone. But then, life is trying to live it best before dying peacefully. There's so much out there; even if the majority of people aren't really the best.'

An impatient knocking came on the door.

"Wake up! We're under attack by zombies!" It was Leet.

"Aren't zombies, like not supposed to be alive right now?"

"Yes, they aren't supposed to, but this is a zombie siege! They don't burn! They're wearing helmets!"

I opened the door, and as expected, Heart freaked out. There were at least 20 something zombies out there, all hammering at the doors of the houses or hunting down villagers.

'ERMAHGAHHHD! TOO MANY ZAMBIS!'

'Heart, your yelling isn't helping!'

I drew my Stone Sword.

'On the plus side, I'll have food for days; if you can even call it food.'

I raised my blade and charged right into the horde.

"For Existence!"

'You've been yelling that for too long. We need something else for you to say.'

'I don't have time to think; too busy running from bad experiences all the time.' I replied to my subconscious as I struck a zombie in the neck.

'Speaking of bad experiences, where's Finn?'

I cut down the zombie I had engaged before, with it dropping a piece of rotten flesh alongside a helmet of leather.

'Something to ponder on. Time to find a better place to look from.'

I Blinked my way up a roof of a villager's house, and scouted the area to find Finn's shelter; the place where we had camped was covered in trees, and made it hard to find the house Finn had made. I called out.

"Finn! Finn! Where are you?!"

'I have a pretty good feeling he's sleeping.'

[Shelter (Finn)]

Tyrone's Brain had things more than correct.

Finn had been sleeping alright; oblivious to the chaos ensuing outside and the major calls of help from Tyrone.

"Finn! Finn! Where are you?!"

He hadn't slept like this in a long time, not having to deal with the wilderness of the dangers coming with it. Plus, if he slept through till night again, he could sneak out without paying at night. It was probably for the better that he had gotten those sleep-inducing potions the other day. Not only do they give good sleep, they'd work as an ideal excuse for not coming out the whole day; saying that the composition was too strong, or something like that. A heavy knock came on the door; loud enough to partially wake Finn up.

"Uhhh, c'mon, lemme sleep. Haven't had the time in ages."

The knock came again, louder; as though trying to break the door off of its hinges.

"I told you, I'm not in the mood of waking up!"

A dead groan was what answered me. "Ihhh..."

Zombies? Now that was a quick sleep. Maybe these potions worked even better than advertised. Or he was hallucinating. That sounded more likely.

"GO AWAY! I'M TELLING YOU!"

Finn drew his stone sword hastily out of his bag, and swiped at the undead. It was knocked back, out of the shelter. It had broken the door down. Finn got up, reluctant to leave his bed, but not wanting to be zombie chow all the same.

It was light outside. But then, how were the zombies not burning? They all seemed to be wearing some sort of head covering, like a helmet. Was it responsible for handling the heat? Finn had heard of zombies rarely being decked out in armors, but never of entire armies, all with the same type of armor piece; all of them were wearing a helmet. Finn sighed. This was going to be another long day alright.

[Tyrone]

"Finn!? Where are you!?"

I was still calling out from atop the roof that is luckily tall enough to not let zombies onto it, but also short enough to Blink onto it. Zombies were desperately attempting to climb the house, only to get knocked down by a strike from my sword. It was slowly wearing down. Now, the question was whether the sword actually breaks if used too much or it just becomes weaker, or nothing happens at all. I batted away another zombie with an iron helmet and called out again.

"Finn! If you're in one piece, get over here!"

And for once, I was actually answered.

"Shut it. I can here you just fine. You don't need to call me." Finn was coming into the Village Square rather slowly, dragging his sword on the ground.

"How 'bout helping me out then?"

Finn raised his weapon with both of his hands.

"Nah mate. I'm only here to save myself. If I could, I'd just leave. Also, why should I help? It's not like you're my comrade or anything. Plus, why should I let up some easy to get sword experience?"

I looked at Finn blankly. "Are you trying to tell me why you aren't working with me, or why you haven't left yet?"

Finn blinked, and hesitated for a moment before answering, "Err, consider it more of a both."

'Go for something like a friendly competition or something! The friendlier you two get, the more likely Finn will think about sticking with us!'

'I'll actually take that. Seems like good advice, not considering this is probably the first time you spoke rationally; without involving Ice Cream and zombies. Speaking of which, how come you're not freaking out right now?'

'Wait, you're right. ERMAHGAHD ZAMBIS! WE GOT ZAMBIS!'

'That's more like it.' I thought, and then followed up with putting down another zombie trying to climb up the house.

I called out to Finn, who had already thrown himself into the fray and was slowly working away at the undead lumbering at him.

"Hey Finn! Up for a 1v1 to see who can kill more zombies?"

Finn beheaded a zombie coming at him, and then looked at me; and smiled. "You're on. Time to find out how good you actually are."

I took this as the call I needed. I jumped off of the roof, holding the sword in a reverse grip, and buried the gray blade in one zombie's skull, cutting through the leather protecting its noggin. It exploded into another piece of rotten flesh, and a helmet of leather with the cut I made into it. I kept it. It'd work as the counter of how many zombies bit the dust at my hands. I yelled in Finn's general direction again.

"Finn! The helmets are how we'll check how many we killed!"

An okay was yelled back.

'Aren't you yelling a lot today?'

'Get me one of those combat radio things that soldiers use. Then I'll think about it.'

Another zombie headed my way, and tried to take a swipe at me. I blocked the strike with a slice of my sword, cleaving its forearm off. It stopped for a moment, stepping back and clutching its arm. It then stepped away, turned around and started leaving, moaning in pain and making a sound which… seemed to be it pleading for mercy.

'Now, this was uncalled for.'

'Just take him out. We have to win the competition. Plus, it's not like killing a surrendering zombie is against the Geneva Convention.'

'And what is that?'

'The rules to being nice during wartime.'

'I'd say Heart would probably be against this, with his mercy for everything and all-'

'Kill it. Kill it dead, and then some. I want no zombies left in this village, or even in this whole world.'

'Well, I guess to hell with both your opinions then.'

I lowered my weapon, and then faced another zombie who was much less caring of his (or her? I was never good at distinguishing in genders for dead people, especially once they're half-decomposed.) wounded brethren. I struck right at the neck, wanting to make this quick and painless, now that I'd seen the human soul in a zombie.

And utterly regretted it.

As I cut through, my sword cutting through the flesh and bone like, err, a sword through flesh and bone, my Stone Blade broke halfway through the neck. Everything went slow motion as the sword snapped in two, and the pieces fell to the ground before they became dust and blew away in the wind. (which I couldn't feel existing at all.) Once that ordeal and its emotional trauma were over, I looked at the mess of a zombie that remained.

I feel real bad for it. Honestly. It had half of its neck cut off, and the other half connected to it, resulting in an unstable head which was no different than a loose tooth. That must've hurt. I recoiled in disgust.

"Gross!" I drew my other sword out of my bag, and struck at the neck from the other side, which was still intact. I fortunately got it right and cut the head off, putting the poor soul of its misery. It dropped its helmet, and two pieces of flesh as a reward.

"There goes down three. I think."

'Tyrone, we have a problem. The excessive fighting, Blinking around, and crazy maneuvers of yours have us down real bad on food. Apparently all our work in the dream actually affected us in reality, even though it wasn't real. It's chomping time.'

'Aren't I thankful that I chose the helmets as the counter? And, you think we have any alternative to fight more effectively? Cause we got no stone to make another sword.'

'We do what all badasses do. Make another sword, right in the middle of battle, and dual wield the hell out of those swords.'

'Too much badassery for one fight I'd say, but I'll go for it.'

I threw down my backpack, and Crafted a Crafting Table, and with a stick and two Wooden Planks, I had myself another sword. I didn't even bother to pick up the Crafting Table as I charged back into the fray with two swords of wood in hand.

"YAHHH!"

'Better?'

'Nah, too mainstream.'

'Why do I even bother?'

'Point to ponder.'

I double stab another zombie in the chest, taking it out instantly, following up with a double chop in my back direction-

Into thin air.

'So much for trying to act cool and in the flow.'

That lapse of my focus resulted in a zombie slashing at my back, knocking me to the ground, face first.

"I never liked the taste of dirt." I spoke, my words muffled by the dirt in my face.

"IHH!" An overexcited zombie who had the guts to actually kick me down on my face groaned.

And I knew what was probably expected from me.

Using the powers which I kind of under-use, (But then, how often does one need to teleport a few meters around him?) I Blink behind the zombie, who stopped confused. It made the mistake I did, and got two swords in its neck as a reward. "Surprise!"

"Well, how many helmets do you have Finn?"

"You first." Finn looked me right in the eye, confident and all full of himself.

"I got six."

"Well..." Finn's grin was starting to split his face. "I got seven! In your face, newb!"

I made a poker face in reaction. "Okay. Congratulations. Now, you wanna get out of here or something? It doesn't seem... friendly to be staying here with all the zombie limbs everywhere." I watched the brutalities that happened here. Apparently any dismembered appendages didn't explode into dust. "Heart doesn't really like it."

Finn looked at me. "You mean 'my heart', right?"

I shook my head. "No, I don't. My heart has a mind of its own, doesn't yours?"

Finn's eye twitched. "No. Let's just get out of here; to Lustace or wherever you were heading."

He then walked away, muttering something about me being mentally challenged or hallucinating.

I shrugged and just followed him.

[Red]

Another day, another trashed base, and another person who I want dead now. Not that this is the first time. Well, I guess in the sheer amount of time I spent in there, Tyrone probably already made his way to Lustace. I would. Guess it would be rather nice of me to say hello to the authorities there.

And force any information I can out of them. Willingly or otherwise.

But first things first; get a mount. I looked on my map. There was a stable nearby. Surely I could strike a bargain...

"Hello kind sir," I began as I always did. The best cons work with a little bit of sweetness overlooking the whole thing. "How are your horses faring today?''

"Fine, as always. Raised 'em myself."He pounded his chest twice in pride.

"I see. How much would it take for someone to, procure one of these fine steeds?"

"10 Emeralds. Nothing less. And if you wouldn't mind, would you like to tell me why you wear that mask?"

I just remembered that I still had the disguise on. No wonder he hasn't run away yet.

"Well," I said, trying to throw a story together. "It begins a long time ago. I was the oldest of my brothers and sisters in my family-"

"Wait."The man intervened. "You mean spawned with multiple other Crafters at once, but you were the first by a few seconds, right?"

I went on with the flow, and nodded. "Yes, that was what I meant. It's just that a certain weird sense grasps me sometimes, reminds me of a life I did not live."

'And friends who weren't even half as good as we are.'

'I'm with Brain for once.'

'Wait, you agree with me?! Break the crates! Bring out the food and lights! We gonna party tonight!''

'As long as you don't invite me there, I'm cool. I never liked parties. And it's the morning.'

The man, named 'Skulvar', was now intrigued by my story, somewhat. An achievement I'd say; I had always been bad at stories.

''So, what happened next?"

"Well-" I tried a sad sigh. "The story is a painful one; I prefer not to tell it in much detail. It begins with the spawn, and many of my siblings were bewildered by what happened with them." I put a straight face. "Not that they were many. We were five, 3 young men and 2 women. Unaware of anything of what to do, we wandered together, living off the land. We met many fine people like you."

"What next?" The man asked, smiling faintly. Why, I don't know.

"Well, we learned from them; working together with other Crafters who were as kind-hearted as you are. Hard to find, they are. They taught us out of the kindness of their heart, called themselves the Way Of The Light. Notch followers, but good people. They taught us what they knew."

"Very similar to what I've been through. Good chaps, those Light people are."

"We all thought of going to one of the major settlements, planning to settle down and live a happy life together as a happy gathering, or family; whatever you'd want to call it. So on the way-" I made a half successful attempt to get teary-eyed. "We were fooled. Some people came up to us, claiming to be ones who'd help us on our journey. I smelled a rat, but Sep decided to go with the idea."

"Who's Sep?" The man asked. ''Was that his name? Or like an alias?"

"It's short for Septois." The tears started to flow faster. I sobbed. "R-rather, w-was. It didn't end out well for us. We were well, abducted. Had us hostage for some odd sacrifice ritual of theirs."

"I'm sorry, but what? A sacrifice ritual? Like a cultish practice?"

I gave a short nod. What was wrong with me? Why was I crying so much?

"I-I t-tried to f-fight th-this out in trial by c-combat, b-but-"

Skulvar's hand came on my shoulder, gently patting it. I looked at him. His face was solemn, but with the faintest of reassuring smiles; the type you give when you want to say it'll be alright.

"Go on." He said.

"I-I failed them. I lost, but survived. They killed my friends, in front of my eyes; and then left me to the world, as a sign that they are ones to be feared. The Withering, those imbeciles called themselves."

I raised my head, eyes in line with Skulvar's. "From that day, I swore revenge. I was going to get back at them for who they are and what they did. I needed help, and for that I needed transportation. Which brings us to where we are now, I need your help. I was never a wealthy man, even less so since we were raided. I cannot afford on of your fine steeds, but I will return you the favor once I am able to. So please, I request for a mount from you."

Skulvar said nothing, he just went into his stables. I waited for him, prepared for everything. Almost. I hadn't prepared myself for these feels though. Skulvar came out, with a horse's reins in hand.

"May the wind always carry under your feet." Skulvar gave his blessing as he handed the reins to me. I mounted the horse, I gave Skulvar a two finger salute.

"May fortune smile on you."

And I began to trot my way to Lustace when Skulvar called out behind me.

"Don't forget to pay back!"

"I certainly will!" I called back before riding to my destination, with the current events on mind. Why had I cried then? And why was I so emotional? Heart's intruding my thoughts answered me.

'Because true stories hurt, especially when they involve you. Just you weren't being fully true.'

I ignored the words spoken by Heart, moving onto my destination. I couldn't let his words get to me. Didn't want any ninjas cutting more onions nearby.

I stood in line at Lustace's entry checkpoint. I knew the man there well, having been in and out of the Kingdom several times, similar yet differing reasons each time. What surprises me is how he does not know that I'm an assassin, saboteur, conman, and so much more. Maybe I'm just that good that no one knows what's happening, or just that the Federation is too lazy to keep my name in the wanted papers for long. And that's why he doesn't know who I really am. Not a traveler; a monster. It took around 100 ticks to get to the front of the line.

"Papers, please." The man said.

"Hello, Robertson." I answered.

"I'm sorry Sir, but could you show me your papers? I cannot let you through without seeing them. Orders. Plus, you're making everyone else wait. So please let me see your papers."

"No need friend. I'm not in the mood to go in today." I patted him on his shoulder. "And tighten up that knot of your tie. You look better with a dapper looking sweater to go with that suit of yours."

"Thank for your compliment and all Sir, but could you please hasten giving your papers? And please take that mask off, it's slightly… disturbing."

"Oh, yeah. Right." I removed the mask I had kept on for so long, showing my face and name to the entry officer.

"All I want you to do, Robertson," I preferred to use his full name, his being all this formal and customer-friendly to his customers (if you can call them that) and his bosses. "A friend of mine will be coming by. His name is Tyrone. TurbulentTyrone. I need you to let me know when he gets in."

Robertson tightened up the trinity knot of his tie and said, "I'm sorry Red, but I'm not allowed to disclose any information about-"

I put a finger close to his face. "Shhh."

"Other people. Orders."

"Don't worry. No one will ever know about you telling. I'll be nearby for the next couple of days. Just when you let him in, let a firework off. I'll send you that soon."

"And if I can't let him through?" Robertson questioned.

"You will. After all, you wanted to get that Fishing Rod for little Robert didn't you? I'll pay you well. As a bonus, you can be all the snarky you want to be with him. He doesn't know who you really are. Plus, it'll help you offload some steam. See? It's a win-win. Thanks."

"You're welcome Sir."

I broke out of the line and headed to one of the hideouts I had made for myself when I was, you know, not in a kingdom with all of those luxury suites that I bought myself. Bounty hunting is profitable, if you do it right. Stress on right. I climbed onto the nearby rock face, and stepped on a pressure plate in a discreet corner. I dropped at least a chunk before landing on a cross of Slime Blocks and with a somersault in the air to show off to myself, I crashed onto the bed. I needed sleep; especially after escaping captivity and some serious feels of what I was. I'll deal with other stuff later.

Inventory (Red): Same as before, and some Feels. (Feels do not take up inventory space.)

Inventory (Tyrone) : Wooden Sword (Barely Used), Wooden Sword (Heavily Used), Wooden Axe (Fairly Used), Wooden Pickaxe (Fairly Used), Wooden Hoe, Wooden Shovel (Barely Used), 1 Steak, 1 Compass, 1 Book (Federation Map Of Lustace District), 1 Map (Bur's Mine), Book (Welcome To Mincraftia) 2 Coal, 1 Boat, 1 Leather, 1 Spider Eye, 2 String, 2 Oak Doors, 1 Pressure Plate, 1 Button, 4 Bowls, 3 Signs, 1 Chest, 6 Wooden Slabs, 1 Torch, 2 Wooden Planks, 7 Rotten Flesh, 3 Iron Ingot, 2 Mycelium, Leather Helmet (Heavily Used), Leather Helmet (Heavily Used), Leather Helmet (Heavily Used), Leather Helmet (Heavily Used), Leather Helmet (Heavily Used), Leather Helmet (Heavily Used).

A/N: Another Chapter! According to the biweekly schedule. Good thing I got it done, now I can prepare in peace. Plus, I finally got an OC in! It's Robertson from Laner. I'm pretty sure I did the character not enough of what it should've been, but well I certainly didn't have much to go with except what he looked like and his behavior. But worry not! He certainly still has a few more entries in the next few chapters at least. And now I'm starting to just drag this out, so thank you everyone, for reading this chapter. If you liked it, follow the story, favorite it, review, try to find the reference, and I'll see you guys, in 2 weeks, in condition of freedom (relative freedom rather. I still have tests after that.)