Hey everyone, this is my longest chapter yet! Wohoo! I would also like to add that you can still guess on what my next story's going to be about. I won't say if anyone's right until I get more guesses. So if you want to know early, you'd better guess.
Scree and I began following the magma cube. Since scree said ben was a little small to fight one of this size, ben headed back to the base. As we were following it, scree was teaching me about how magma cubes behave and the best ways to fight them.
"Like slimes, magma cubes split into a few smaller versions of themselves." Scree was explaining. "They also hop like springs, separating themselves so they're about four blocks tall." "That means they're taller than us?" I asked. "Yeah, but they seem to only attack with their bottom side."
"Doesn't that mean we need to be on higher ground than it?" I asked. "Yeah, so here's my plan." Scree replied.
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Finally, we had our finished plan. We were to enclose the cube in a 3-block-tall dirt square. That way we could attack all its pieces from above. We made a quick crafting table and crafted a few stone swords. "Are you ready?" scree asked me. I smiled and said, "Let's do this."
The magma cube was advancing on a cow, so we began building the enclosure from behind. Once it was three blocks tall, I ran around in front of the cube and hit it with my fists, making it back into the enclosure. Once it was in, we began building the rest of the walls.
We were almost done when the cube gave a giant leap and flew right over our heads. We attacked it out of instinct. It split into four smaller cubes which began hopping away. I finally killed one and it split into three even smaller ones. IS THERE NO END!
It took quite a while, but we finally had one left, which we decided to interrogate. We chased it into the pre-made enclosure and built it in. now we could get some info out of it. "Why are you in the over world?" I asked it. "I don't need to tell you anything!" it growled back, trying to hop out of its enclosure.
"Tell us why." Scree said. "NO!" It growled. I had an idea. "Hey scree?" I said sarcastically, "what do you think would happen to our little friend here if we, I don't know, gave him a little drink?" I pulled out a water bucket. "You wouldn't dare!" the little magma cube growled. "Try me." I said.
The moment seemed like one of those really suspenseful TV shows. I could just picture a little bead of sweat rolling down the little cube's face. "Ok! Ok! I'll talk. I'm part of a group of nether mobs trying to claim the over world for the wither!" "Why would the wither want another world?" scree asked it.
"Umm…uh…umm…" the little cube was starting to panic. Suddenly another nether portal appeared. "I'm outta here!" the cube yelled as he jumped through. "Wait!" I yelled. Too late. The portal disappeared in a cloud of purple sparks.