This Fanfiction is dedicated to: ThinMintE, JimmyPenguin421, and ScarOfHerobrine. Thank You for your support!

A/N: Alright! I'm back, and with 303's Revenge! I seriously cannot wait for all of this to be out! Oh, and just as another note, the writing style here will be a little different than Minecraft: The Original Adventure. Rather than having each chapter go back-and-forth, Alex or Steve's name will be at the top of each section of text, and the prologue and epilogue will be in third person past tense. Also, JimmyPenguin421, see my profile for more information on why I left.

Anyway, enough blabbing. Here it is!

Disclaimer: I don't own Minecraft.

Prologue: Say Yes.

"Alex…" Someone whispered in her ear.

She rolled over with a groan. "Mmm?"

"Alex,"

"Mpfh," Alex squeezed her eyes shut tighter, trying to drift back into her pleasant dream.

"Alex!" The voice became more whiny, and someone poked her shoulder.

Giving up hope of falling back to sleep, Alex opened her eyes with a groan and looked up. The sun was barely up over the horizon, turning the windows a soft, pale rose color. She glanced over to see her boyfriend Steve standing over her.

"What?" She growled.

"You said we could go logging today," Steve replied, looking at her hopefully.

"Sure, just," She yawned enormously. "Five more minutes."

What seemed like moments after she shut her eyes, Steve poked her on the shoulder. "It's been five minutes."

Deciding trying to get any more sleep would be pointless, Alex opened her eyes with a sigh. "Okay, okay, I'm awake."

"Great!" Steve said, enthusiastic. "You get dressed while I pack some breakfast."

Alex watched him leave with a smile. He was the most childish man she had ever met, but that just made her love him all the more. Ever since their adventure with Herobrine in the Nether, just over a year ago, the two had been inseparable.

Alex climbed out of bed and grabbed her clothes off the chair she had laid them on, pulling them off Pumpkin, the orange tabby kitten she had accidentally tamed during the adventure with Herobrine. Pumpkin opened an eye and growled at her before going back to sleep.

Putting on her shirt, Alex quickly ran a brush through her hair before pulling it into a ponytail. As soon as she came out of her room, Steve handed her an iron axe and some bread and cooked chicken.

"C'mon!" He said excitedly.

Alex shook her head and smiled as she followed him out of the house and along a path towards the northwest. When they finally came upon a grove of dark oak wood, both took out their axes and began working at a thick, tall dark oak tree. Taking out the wood one block at a time, the rest of the tree would float in midair until they chopped it down.

After they finished the first tree, Alex turned to a small oak tree nearby and began working at it with her axe. Tree chopping was exhausting, and each swing of the axe required perfect precision in order to avoid taking off fingers.

"I don't see why you were so excited about this," Alex said between breaths. "It's just logging, what's so fun about it?"

"Any time that I get to spend with you is always fun," Steve answered seriously.

Alex laughed. "Charmer."

They continued to work in pleasant silence, until a few moments later, when Alex realized with a growing horror that she could not hear Steve's axe through the trees anymore.

"Steve?" She called out, worried. Even though the sun was up, the occasional monster could still be lurking in the shadows of a tree or have found its way above ground. "Steve!?"

"Behind you," He said, from somewhere behind her.

Alex sighed. "Steve, you really scared…" She turned around, trailing off.

Steve was down on one knee, holding a little black box with purple velvet lining. His mouth was turned up in a hopeful smile.

"Steve...?" Alex asked, flattered and confused. Was this the reason he was so excited about logging?

"Alex, I love you," Steve started. Alex knew better than to interrupt him. Steve sometimes rambled when he was nervous, but he had good intentions, and it was usually worth the wait. "You know that, and I know that. We've both known since we confessed our love for each other in, well, not exactly," He cleared his throat. "...the most romantic place, per say, but it's something that I've known for a whole year now, and I feel like it's time to move on in our relationship," He looked up into her eyes. "Alexandria Archer, will you give me the pleasure and pride of being your husband? Will you marry me?"

For a moment, all Alex could do was stare at the ring in the little box. It was gleaming in the early morning light, a gold band with a diamond embedded in the ring in the shape of a heart. She looked up into Steve's nervous indigo eyes.

"Yes," Her normally confident voice came out a whisper.

Steve visibly relaxed, and his hopeful smile became more genuine, as he gingerly took the ring out of the box and slid it onto Alex's ring finger.

Alex wrapped her arms around his waist for a hug, and for a few moments all they did was hold each other. When they pulled apart finally, Steve leaned down and planted a small kiss on Alex's forehead.

"C'mere," Alex said with a laugh as she pressed her lips against his. The kiss was almost too light, but they pressed themselves together over and over again, in a series of soft light kisses that slowly grew into deeper, harder ones. He pressed her backwards, supporting her with an arm around her waist. She gripped his shoulders for extra support.

When they finally pulled apart permanently, they both gasped for breath.

Steve gave a short, breathless laugh, before turning off into the woods. "If we're going to get any work done, then you're going to have to stop being such a good kisser."

Alex laughed and turned back to the tree she had been working on, only too see an oak sign with red text sitting on the stump of the tree.

She read it quickly.

Don't get too comfortable, traitor.

The note wasn't signed, but even if it was blank, it wouldn't take a genius to discover who had left it. Entity 303 had been here. Deciding to keep the note to herself, Alex pocketed the sign and began chopping at the stump.

After all, what was the worst that could happen?