The King: Hello I am the king of games. Welcome to the twenty-fifth chapter of the story! We still have no feedback on the contest. Stay tuned after the story for a little talk show I have with the cast. Remember I own nothing.

*Rock with note breaks through window*

The King: What's this?

Note: You thought wrong your highness but that French conqueror was not Mr. B. But I will tell you something, he isn't the guy you have to worry about. Mr. P.

The King: Where are these notes coming from? Looks like I going to have to cancel the talk show. AGAIN!

Chapter 25

Research Part 1

"No Tim! He'll surely find us he." A female voice said from the All Seeing Eye TV set.

"Tiffany, trust me. I'm the only one you need. I will protect you." A male voice said from the set.

Ender was watching the show and said, "Oh come on you two! Slender is just going to get you."

"The Slender man is just going to get us Tim." The female voice said.

"That's exactly what I just said." Ender yelled.

The female heard a sound and asked, "What was that?!"

"Here it comes." Ender said.

An eerie sound came on the set and the two characters shrieked.

Ender chuckled and said, "Oh how I love a Slender man marathon. My race feels just like the Slender."

"Um your evilness?" Emperor Zomb asked.

"Yes?" Ender said still watching the show.

"I've got some news from the mobs that they think that they aren't going to be able to defeat the Minecraftians and that purple dragon."

Ender turned off the set and angrily yelled, "WHAT!"

"Ack! Please don't kill me!"

"The army is at the top of its level since Israphel and General End created those new endermobs."

"Well yes, but my army of zombies and skeletons are feeling that they been obsolete. And due to Dr. Nether's research, that the Minecraftian armor could help them become more efficient in strength, he also says that we should equip them with some new weaponry."

"Hmm… Minecraftian armor eh?"

Meanwhile…

"My Precious…" Simon said.

"I say! Will put down the ocelot already?" The gold sword swinger said.

"Hey you never introduced yourselves to us." Spyro said.

"Oh. I apologize chaps. I am GameChap and this is Bertie." GameChap said.

"I say, do you know why we have changed from being square to being round?" Bertie asked.

"Guess it's because that this dragon world changes people to be more believable. Look you can even see my fingers." Steve answered but then changed the topic by asking, "Look, can you please tell us about your encounter with the white eyed man?"

"Goodness me I completely forgot." GameChap said, "Well it all started several of days ago. We found a secret base in a mountain somewhere just acrossed the snow biome. And I say, the base was filled with endermen, zombies, creepers, skeletons, and other hostile mobs. While hiding in the shadows we saw a minecraftian that looks just like you, but he had a beard and pail white eyes. Suddenly, he saw us an order the mobs to kill us. Goodness me, we barely made it out of that place alive."

"Oh my Notch. That was the same Herobrine from my dreams." Steve said.

"Wait, did you see anything else in there, like maybe a man with a white creeper head?" Louis asked.

"Hmm… I think we did." Bertie said.

"That's must be where they're keeping Cynder." Spyro said.

"But I'm afraid that they might have strengthened the base since we were there." GameChap said sadly.

"So, why have you come all this way?" Bertie asked.

"Well we are trying to find a sword that was a piece of a legendary sword that was wielded by Steve's Great Great Grandfather who was first Minecraftian hero." Notch said.

"Hmm… Well, if it is a piece of a legendary sword then it would be very hard to find." GameChap said.

"I say, they could use our library." Bertie said.

"You guys have a library! Finally I can get rid of this Twilight book. It sucks!" Steve said.

"I say, to the library!" GameChap said opening some trapdoors and when going down the ladders he said, "Mind Creeperton."

"Creeperton?" Steve asked himself.

Everyone went down the ladder and into the basement following GameChap and Bertie close behind.

They found their selves at a pair of double doors. After going through the door the group saw a creeper sitting on a couch, reading a book entitled Creepology, and eating a crumpet.

"Well I sssay, what fine fellowsss do we have here." The creeper said.

"Good day to you Creeperton. Do you mind if we use your library old chap?" GameChap asked.

"Well I wouldn't mind at all." Creeperton said, "I just had it exxxtended during the renovatsssion.

"Much obliged."

Meanwhile outside…

"So how is it like being a dragon?" Wolfy asked.

"Hard, when it comes to meeting people, I have to keep telling them that I won't hurt them. Not only that but I have to sleep on the ground because I too big to sleep in a bed. Oh how I wish to be human again." Herobrine said.

"There has to be some good aspects of being a dragon."

"Like what?"

"Like you can… um… Fly."

"Your right I can fly. But that doesn't help that much."

"Look dude, there has to be a reason about how you got in that Enderdragon's body."

"You really think so?"

"I know so. I mean the author wouldn't put you in that dragon egg for no apparent reason right?"

*The King stares of into space*

The King: Oh… BONEMEAL!

"Oh! Don't tell me!" Herobrine said.

Meanwhile in the library…

"I say, let's see swords… swords… swords… Ah here they are. This is the journal of the first Minecraftian hero." Bertie said, "Let's take it to the table.

Once the journal was on the table, Spyro asked, "Well are you going to read it or not?"

"I am. I just have a bunch of butterflies in my stomach." Steve said. Steve opened up the journal and Steve's look of hope turned into a look of disappointment. The journal wasn't written in the Standard English Alphabet but in the Standard Galactic Alphabet, just looking at the letters started to make him cry.

Notch walked over to Steve and gave him a hug, "It's going to be okay Steve. I think you've helped enough for today. I can take over from here. You just go get some rest."

Notch watched as the sad default skinned man headed up the ladder into the house. Once Notch lost sight of Steve he asked, "Wait! Do you guys have a copy of the Minecraft Wiki?"

"Well of course we do." GameChap answered.

Meanwhile back at the hidden base… (Don't you just get tired of this?)

Dave was talking to Cynder about how they were going to get out of the cell.

"Okay so that's the escape plan?" Cynder asked.

"Yes but we need a diversion for it to work." Dave said, "Just get your tongue ready and try not to eat me because I taste good, this is a Fan Fiction, not a vore story."

Cynder started to hear footsteps.

"Someone is coming." Cynder said.

A zombie came in to the prison and walked over to the skeleton guarding the cell.

"Iiiiiiiiii've gggggot aaahhh…" The zombie said.

"Oh for Pete sake, can you just stop saying uh for a really long time in each word?!" The skeleton guard asked.

"Fine… I've got a report from Emperor Zomb."

"Well, what is it?"

"He says that all skeletons and zombies are going to receive new weaponry and… check this out, be given armor."

"Oooh!"

"What's disgusting about this?"

"Oh no I was saying the good oooh."

"Oh. Wait where are they going to get them?"

"I have no clue."

"Look it's time for our plan to go into action. Saliva me up!" Dave said.

Cynder started licking Dave all over. She enjoyed the taste of the Minecraftian but she tried as hard as she could to not try to eat him. Finally, Dave was soaked in dragon saliva.

Dave walked over to the cell's bars. "Hopefully I can slip through the bars." He said as he tried to slip though. Luckily his plan worked and he slipped through the bars. He tiptoed over to the mobs. He got right behind the skeleton and punched his skull off, grab the bow and arrows from the bony hand, and shot three arrows at the zombie, each hitting him in the head. After the zombie fell on the floor walked over to the skull, picked it up, walked back over to the cell, he stood in front facing the cell with the skull left hand with the top of the skull level to the top of shoulder, and said, "To be, or not to be? That is the question!"

"What does that even mean?" Cynder asked.

"What do I look like? Shakespeare?"

He put the skull into his inventory and pulled the level releasing Cynder.

"Come on, let's get out big house." Dave said.

"Big house?" Cynder asked.

Dave just sighed and then said, "We don't have time for questions so come on!"

The King: So Professor, do you have any leads on where these notes are coming from?

Professor: Well by looking at this with more advanced equipment, we found a sample of what appears to be a strand of grey rodent hair. We are going to do some tests to see what species of rodent has been sending these.

The King: We need to know. Who hates me for declaring peace with the ponies?