I'm doing a comp as promised. The prize is a oneshot of your choice (no smut/lemon/non-minecraft stuff). Competition stimuli: write a oneshot or story on what you think is going to happen after the chapter you're reading OR a oneshot on the Wither in this fanfic (dead or alive).
PM me about it and put it under 'Minecraft.' Hopefully I get more than one story…
*sweatdrops*
Deadline is the beginning of the next school term. You have until January AND I'll be going back to working on 'Project Cliche' during the holidays so the chapter won't change for a while.
…
You people must love school weeks.
*Releases Ender dragon*
Yes, this is a rerun…
P.S. comp is short for competition.
Herobrine's POV
The wither skeletons had a fortress. Not only did they have a fortress, but the also had an army. That inflicted the tiring effect creatively named the Wither effect.
"Help!" Steve seemed affected the most.
That or he's really fragile.
He was trying to survive as several skeletons bombarded him with attacks.
"Ow!" he yelped, "Help!"
I was busy holding off three sword strikes, while two wither skeletons tried to sneak in a shot while I was occupied, so he would have to wait. Ender was also busy trying to hold off the skeletons.
"Did you seriously have to anger every hostile being within a 100-block radius?" Ender yelled.
"Er… no?" That was definitely not the right answer. Ender and I glared at him to the best of our ability. Which wasn't easy, considering we were fighting hostile skeleton creature. I mentally cursed whoever controlled these overpowered undead. It was like fighting a bunch of zombies with swords. They worked by tiring us out. Then time slowed down. Suddenly, the lava seemed to burn brighter. Stronger. The netherrack glowed slightly. The colours were sharper. Stronger. The glowstone shone with a radiance I had never noticed. It was as if the Nether itself was giving me the strength I needed.
Great. Now I was hallucinating.
The skeletons seemed weaker. I felt like I could take them all on. I was so much stronger here. I fought with renewed strength. I barely noticed the energy that shone in my hand.
Until it killed everything. Pure energy leapt from skeleton to skeleton, drawing the strength from them until returning to me.
It was more than enough to keep me conscious. I was pushing the limits of my power. Except there seemed like there was no limit. I was lost in my power. Eyes glowing dangerously bright, I killed three skeletons with a strike. Energy rushed through me, empowering me. I could destroy everything. I was all-powerful for that brief moment. I decapitated and killed, destroying countless skeletons. Then the battle stopped.
I almost killed them anyway.
Ender's POV
"Herobrine? Herobrine?" He was poised to strike Steve's throat. Herobrine looked like he had been through a mental hell. He looked scared.
"I'm fine."
Translation: he needs time.
"What was that?" Steve gestured at the bodies of the skeletons. I mentally face-palmed.
"Nothing." You could hear how tense he was. "Let's go." We walked in relative silence. Relative because Steve was eating. Again. I was glad that we still had a water supply.
"Into the fortress!" yelled Steve, completely oblivious as usual. Herobrine's eyes dimmed. Steve charged into the fortress. We followed. Soon we had found a dungeon.
"Is this the dungeon?"
"I don't know. Probably."
"Into the dungeon!"
And that's how we met the mutant of a Wither.
Steve's POV
The creature before us- the Wither, was huge. It had three heads and empty black eyes. Black eyes. Not white. Was this a variation of the Wither? There were poisonous spiders. Why not a more overpowered boss. I stared at it. It stared back at us.
"I've been expecting you." The voice that rasped from the mouth was empty and hollow, as if it was dead on the inside. Dark and imposing, invading my thoughts. Its eyes seemed like voids, drawing the light away from even the fiery lava. I felt like curling up and dying.
"You will never leave." It continued. I knew I couldn't fight this. But Ender and Herobrine… they could. My hits did less damage. I could knock opponents back, waiting for the build-up of strikes to kill them. They were better at one hit kills. Then it made the first move.
A skull was shot at my head as the Wither noticed my presence. Another skull. Another skull. This thing seemed to like skulls. I tried batting one away.
It worked on the Ghast. Maybe it will work on this.
"Uhgr." I made and incoherent sound as the dark skull collided with my sword, exploding, the wither effect rippling along the length of the blade, into my hand like an infection. "Ow!" I didn't flee like a coward. I tactically retreated to behind a rock. In other words, I fled like a coward.
"Coward," the Wither rasped, fixing its empty eyes on me.
"Gee, thanks mind readers anonymous!" I yelled, hoping I wasn't just yelling incoherent rubbish. That would be embarrassing if I survived. If I survived. The Wither shot another missile. This seemed to be a case of divide and conquer.
Or it could be 'the target the weakest link' strategy.
"You are the weak link," the Wither continued, "soon the chain shall break."
Definitely a mind reader.
It charged. Finally. That speech was boring. A sharp jab of pain cut off my next thought as I was thrown back violently. Too close.
"Help! Help!" I yelled. I spotted Herobrine close by, also being shot by the Wither. Unlike me, he would die from a direct shot. Where was Ender? The Wither hovered nearby.
"Weakling." It floated closer, its eyes stealing light and transforming it to darkness. A skull shot out at Herobrine, who dodged.
"Fools! You cannot defeat me," it half yelled, half rasped.
As it neared, preparing a final shot I noticed Herobrine smiling.
Why was he smiling?
The Wither approached me, shooting a final skull at Herobrine. It laughed.
"You are a weakling, Steve. It is survival of the fittest here. And you aren't the fittest." It approached me menacingly, eyes devoid of any remorse, a bloodthirsty grin plastered on its face.
It never noticed the sword about to cleave it in two.
"Thanks for the speech," Ender deadpanned at the dying Wither. "But it was getting boring. Sorry to cut you off."
It growled a final time and tried to shoot a skull. Thankfully, it didn't work. It let out a final roar of fury as it faded into pixels.
Herobrine's POV
There was a sense of… wrongness about that Wither. It seemed less sentient, a husk of a being. A mere entity. The bosses were meant to be powerful, smart and strong. 'A challenge to defeat and a greater challenge to befriend'. 'Wary, suspicious, quick-witted beings'. Not lumbering oafs, reliant on power. The Nether needed its guardian. Its real guardian not this empty shell of a being.
"I think we need to respawn the Wither."
"What?" Steve yelled. "We just wasted precious time fighting that beast and I almost got killed!" I had suspected he was still bitter from the effects of the Wither. The effects seemed to make people generally grumpier. I had started fuming over everything the first time I was hit. Steve was hit several times over.
At least he's acting smarter.
"I feel like we have to," I responded. Noticing his furious expression, I quickly added, "It's just a feeling."
"Fine," he grumbled, "But then we run. And I get a pork chop," he added as an afterthought. I was glad to see that he hadn't lost the naivety he had on day one. Considering we were in a literal hell, it was nice to know that someone was happy here.
Was I happy here?
Yes. I was stronger, faster, better, more alive. But would I still be happy if I was alone.
No.
I would miss them too much. Even though there were only three of us. I wouldn't be staying here.
I set up the formation, placed the final head and ran after the fleeing Steve. Ender was trying to catch up to him. He ran pretty fast.
Then again, he needed it.
I remembered the time he had dropped gravel on me, resulting in him hiding under a hut until he needed food. The time he burned an emerald in front of a villager and ran four laps of the village until his 'hunger bar,' a bar that filled up when he ate and determined his speed, caused him to have to stop. Needless to say, the villager was not happy. I thought of all the memories since I had spawned. The fearful first night, the dark caves, the emerald obsessed villagers, every memory reappearing in such detail. We walked in silence, a thousand unspoken words left hanging in the arid air. Eventually, we reached the dimness of what seemed the dungeons. I dragged open the trapdoor. Echoes filled the empty space below.
"You first." Steve was trying to avoid this place.
"Why?" I challenged.
"You owe me a porkchop." I tossed a porkchop over. "There!" We resumed our argument.
"Are we ever going in or are we just going to stare at this trapdoor all day?" Ender was obviously frustrated. She lit a torch and handed it to Steve. The torchlight outshone the light of the lava as Steve accepted the torch. I had forgotten how afraid of the dark Steve was. We ventured into the menacing darkness. A staircase later we were in the dungeons.
"Hello?" I called. Silence. I thought I had heard something.
"Anyone here?" Ender added. There was no point in silence when I had announced our arrival so openly. No response.
This place is creepy.
We searched all the cells. There was a cell in the corner.
"Over here!" Steve called. I sprinted over.
A pair of empty black eyes looked up. Parched lips parted forming two words.
"Save me."
I almost published this late. I forgot to copy and paste the file. Anyways enjoy your primed TNT!*
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