Quick heads up for anyone who wasn't aware, all of the TT one-shots/three-shot have been moved to a single fic called Twisted Timelines:: Stories Through Time, so be sure to keep an eye on that ;)

Raintag - Aw, thank you :3
Jesse's sass is the best xD
Your fics are awesome, people NEED to know about them, and you can't convince me otherwise.
Ditto.
*smirk*

TheAmberShadow - Welp...apparently I shouldn't have put her eye color then xD
Yeah he kinda is
Ok, imagine this. You live on an island with a crazy lady who controls literally everything. You jump off, and find yourself in literal paradise. Do you go back and risk getting thrown in jail? Or do you start building your own city where people can be free?
It's kinda crazy, but yeah. I am totally with you. (especially because stealing from stella is canon lol)
Nah it's a crossover fic being written by GiGiAndElla. It's a combo of TT and Ariza Luca's Hybrid, but although its supposed to be a spin-off, I did a bit more reading and realized it was a word for word xP.
xD
Dun dun DUUUUNN

Peach - I'm glad to hear you're enjoying! That's honestly a tough one...probably Jesse. Or Tim. Or Harper.
All of them honestly xD But Jess is at the top of the list.

On to the fic!

"Wow, look at all these chests."

The ride down to where they were now had been like the most horrifying, terrible roller coaster in the world. Most of them had spent about five minutes just groaning on the floor and clutching their heads. When he'd finally recovered, Ivor had realized that the room they were in was filled to the brim with a combination of chests and shulker boxes. The Shulker Boxes were all piled against a back corner, and the chests were all in neat rows, each with a sign on it and a sort of mini list on each end, like you would see at a library. "Why are they all labeled?" Harper asked, squinting at one as though she was still somewhat dizzy.

Tim, who seemed to have recovered as quickly as Ivor, was already halfway down the closest isle, and tilting his head. "Creeper, Zombie, Sheep, Pig-man." he muttered, reading the signs aloud. "Curious."

"What in the name of Herobrine is that supposed to mean?" Jesse growled, one hand supporting him on the chests as he made his way towards Tim and Ivor. He frowned at the signs, scowling further at the one labeled Enderman. For a split second, Ivor thought he saw Jesse's eyes flash bright purple, but then he blinked and the glow was gone. Jesse's eyes were green.

Shaking his head, Ivor decided he was just dizzier than he thought, and made his way over to a chest labeled 'Turtle' Pushing it open, carefully avoiding pinching his fingers between the lid and the base of the chest above this one, Ivor reached in and dug his hand around for a few minutes. Grabbing hold of something smooth and rounded, Ivor pulled his hand out...

and blinked.

In his hand was a tiny egg, smaller than his hand, fitting into his palm comfortably. It was white with blue splotches, and was actually really cute. "I don't get it." he muttered, raising it up to his eyes so he could squint at it "It's not decorated like a turtle, and I've never seen these color spots on a turtle. Or any spots for that matter."

Tilting his head, Ivor rubbed a small circle on the egg with his thumb and then muttered "Lets hope this isn't important." Putting a bit more pressure on his thumb, Ivor crouched down and cracked the egg, holding the opening over the ground.

A small greenish light drooped out of it, and then landed with a soft squelch. Ivor blinked at it "Well, that was anti-climactic." he started to say. And that was when the glowing thing began to shift in shape, growing brighter and brighter as it grew larger. Ivor, Harper, Tim, Jesse, and Gabriel all recoiled back, the members of the Order drawing their weapons quickly, before lowering them and staring...

...at the turtle that had just formed out of the egg's goop.

After checking a few more chests and breaking several more eggs of various colors, causing the small room now to be inhabited by a pig, a cow, a turtle, an ocelot, a chicken, several wolves, and a bat, Ivor and the others came to the conclusion that every single one of the chests was filled to the brim with the tiny eggs, and every single one of the eggs created a new creature.

"This must be where the resources come from." Harper said softly after a few moments of silence. She held a red and white egg in her hand, from the chest labeled 'Mooshroom' "Different creatures, different types of drops." Ivor nodded "I guess that makes sense, and that's probably why its so hard to get resources, imagine having to fight monsters to get items for your people." he glanced at Tim, who was busy being buried under a pile of fluff known as wolf pups. "Honestly, now I'm not so sure that the Eversource should be freed, if this is what it does."

Harper nodded "You're probably right, but neither Tim or Jesse is going to like hearing that." Ivor nodded with a sigh. "We'd better get back to looking. Harper nodded, then tilted her head "Hey, do you think the Founder would freak out if we took some of these eggs? Just for the passive mobs. We could take two of each, and make farms with them."

Ivor shrugged "Hopefully she'll never know we were here. I say go ahead."

Turning to walk away, Ivor could hear the creak of the chests again. Pausing by the ocelot chest, Ivor quickly opened it and took out two. He knew Harper was fond of cats, and figured they'd make a good present later, once this whole mess was over.

A strange noise caught his attention, like the animals making their noises all around the cavern, but...higher pitched. Following the sound of the noise, Ivor found a small fenced off area in the back corner of the room. It was fenced off, and then there was glass coming down from the ceiling to cover all but a small opening for a door, which was make out of oak wood.

Pressing his hands against the glass, Ivor squinted into it. A white feather was on the ground in there, and the sound of feet pattering reached him, even through the glass. Carefully opening the door, Ivor stepped inside the enclosure. Closing the door behind him, Ivor peered around the room. He heard wings flapping, and instinctively looked up, sending a quick prayer to Notch that there wasn't a Phantom trapped in here.

As it was he didn't notice the small bird flitting up in front of him, until it landed on his shoulder.

Ivor yelped, leaping backwards, but the white bird stayed firmly on his arm. It let out a garbled, high pitched version of his scream, and then Ivor noticed the crown on its head, and the small nest of green and red eggs that it had clearly just been sitting on.

Carefully gripping the parrot in his hands, pinning its wings so it wouldn't fly away. "Hey guys," he called "you might want to see this." They turned towards him, and carefully made their way to the enclosure, Tim now covered in dog drool.

Before anyone could react though, there was the sound of a female shrieking in rage, and then Jesse was knocked to the ground by a blonde woman wielding twin diamond swords, one aimed at Tim, the other at Ivor. "I knew that you were here to steal from me!" the Founder shouted.

The Nether Stars emerged from the shadows behind her, each wielding their own weapons. Otto and Mevia looked nervous, and Hadrien...

Well, Hadrien looked insane. "I told you Founder!" the white haired male shouted, glaring daggers at Ivor as though he wanted to rip apart the black haired teens soul. "classic Order of the Stone. Thinking that all the world's treasures should belong to them."

"What? No!" Harper shouted, gray eyes wide as she looked at Hadrien with concern. "Please miss, don't believe them!" Tim nodded "You have the wrong idea-" he began, clearly trying to formulate some sort of excuse for their presence.

"Shut up criminals." Hadrien snarled, gaze whipping around to include Tim and Harper.

"Are you kidding me?" Jesse started to snarl from the floor. The Founder was still standing on him, and her heel snapped onto his head, forcing it to the ground with a sickening crack. "Do you expect me to believe you? A ragtag group of criminals?" the Founder asked, her gaze cold and steely now "Hadrien warned me that you were a pack of thieves, and here you are, ready to make off with the one animal this city depends on!"

The Founder was so busy glaring at Ivor and the others, that she didn't notice as Hadrien opened a chest.

A chest labeled Creeper.

"Boy, when you put it like that." he said, pulling out a green egg speckled with black spots. The Founder's eyes widened, and she whipped around as Hadrien tossed the egg into the air and caught it. "I almost feel bad." he smirked, eyes dancing with an insane light, and then his thumb pressed through the shell, cracking it. As soon as a green light began to emerge from it, the same color as Creeper hide, Hadrien threw it at the Founder.

The swiftly growing light knocked the blonde off of Jesse, and on top of him now crouched a hissing, furious Creeper.

And that's a wrap.

Mwah hah hah x3

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~Savannah