Author's Note:
Time for some more from Ocelot Mode! I was thinking, and this might have a mostly headcanon ending, rather than what was originally planned (a canon-ending). Nevertheless, hit it, Crisper!
Crisper: (hits it)
The three ran through the dark woods, panting and screaming loudly as the Witherstorm chased from behind.
"I TOLD YOU IT'D FIND US!" Aiden screamed. Gill ignored him, deciding that there were things far more important that their petty 'I told you so' arguments. A loud crash sounded behind them and Maya spun her head around to see the Witherstorm in all its glorious ugliness. She gasped at the sight, her eyes unmoving as her brain tried to process the impossible, the horrible.
The Witherstorm.
She wasn't watching where she was going and she tripped on a twig, sending her flying onto her back with a short scream. She clambered backwards with her hands, scooting herself with her heels. She could've cared less for the dirt filling her fingernails as the Wither eyed her with malevolent desire.
"MAYA! GET UP!" Gill screamed, running back to her and jerking her backwards and upwards. He held onto her wrist as the two of them ran through the forest, passing by a tired-looking Aiden who pushed himself to keep up. After a few paces, Gill looked over his shoulder to see that Aiden was quickly falling behind. He pushed Maya forward before rushing back to the tired boy.
He unintentionally slammed into Aiden, knocking him back a bit before trying to grasp one of the boy's arms. To his surprise, Aiden didn't budge as if he wanted to die by the monster that was rushing up behind them.
"Aiden, come on!" Gill shouted frustratedly, his eyes darting from his tired fellow to the hungry beast of a purple and black cloud. Aiden jerked back.
"Gill, run. I'll catch up, okay?" He snapped with angry eyes. Gill scoffed mentally.
'This is exactly why I should be second-in-command' he thought to himself, marveling over Aiden's pettiness and major stupidity. 'I trip up about one thing and now you want to die because of it?!' Deciding that he was wasting too much time, he grabbed Aiden by the upper-arm, yanking him from under the tree as Aiden protested with shouting and jerking backward.
"Gill, get your hands off me! I'm serious!" He shouted, though Gill had almost completely tuned out his and anyone's voice. Gill was much stronger than Aiden and dragged him with ease before joining with Maya (who hadn't budged during Gill's most recent spar with Aiden). Not thinking at all, he grabbed her hand and the three of them ran, leading them anywhere they hoped and prayed the black death wouldn't set its purple eye on them.
They passed by the house they had built and Maya had a feeling that Gill wasn't as confident in its wooden walls as he was before. The Witherstorm devoured it as if it was nothing more than a delicious cupcake. It didn't stop to savor the meal, ordering it to-go as it steadily kept on the Ocelots' tails.
POV Switch
Maya continued running though her legs ached and burned. Her numb feet stang each time they made contact with the ground and her deflated lungs weren't helping with the situation. She made her legs run as she was led to somewhere by Gill. She noticed Aiden lagging behind though Gill never let him go.
Before she could muse about his sudden slowness, she felt herself fall through the floor. As soon as a short cry nearly escaped her mouth, Gill's hand left her arm and clamped over her mouth, pushing her head backward.
"Get back, get back." He whispered sharply, pushing the two of them back against a wall. She remained silent, looking around frantically. Apparrently the three of them had fallen into some crack in the ground. The short, thin hiding spot seemed to be mob-free, and moonlight seeped in through the gash in the world's surface. Low rumbling was heard, the pure moonlight slowly fading into purple. Maya stifled a gasp, wondering how Aiden and Gill could be so calm at a time like this.
A low groan rumbled into a growl and a deep-purple tentacle slithered through the hole. A rough hand grasped her shoulder again and she felt herself being pulled to the side and away from the snake-like limb that explored their small hideout. For a few minutes, they waited in darkness, quickly shuffling to the side as the limb felt around the hole before finally decided there were no lives present for the taking. A loud cry erupted from the monster and they heard and felt it drift away.
Once she was sure the demonic creature was out of earshot, she let out a breath she had been holding, sliding to the floor with the boys doing the same.
"I guess we'll came out here for the night?" Gill panted, glancing around their new campout.
"It's so small, but at least it's safe." Maya sighed.
"Maybe we can make it a bit bigger?" Gill asked before glancing at Aiden who leaned dazedly on the close rock-wall. Maya glanced at Aiden, feeling a pang of compassion for him. Gill only sighed tiredly and she was glad that the boys weren't in the mood for another dispute.
"Nope. It's fine." Aiden replied, not even moving to glance at them. Maya began to feel angry when Gill scoffed.
"Who put you in charge?" Gill sneered offendedly.
"I am not in the mood." Aiden muttered.
"Oh, you're not in the mood? Do you think that any of what just happened is about being in the mood?!" Gill yelled into Aiden's ear. Aiden didn't move, numbly enduring whatever it was he had to. Maya's annoyed scowl softened into a concerned stare. As glad as she was that Aiden wasn't giving Gill much of a reason to fight, it was strange for him to just... sit there and take hits. It wasn't like him.
She looked on dolefully while Gill stared at Aiden.
"Listen, we're all tired, so let's just go to-"
"You said this place was too small, right?" Gill asked before feeling around his pockets for a pickaxe.
"Gill, just sit on your butt for once!" Maya shouted, her eyes crestfallen. Gill completely ignored her. No girl was going to tell him what to do. No one. After a few minutes of rummaging through his pockets and finding nothing, he cursed silently under his breath, dark eyes darting over to Aiden.
"Do you have a pickaxe Aiden?" He snapped. Aiden groaned annoyedly, checking his own stock before turning up with an wooden-pickaxe which Gill promptly snatched out of his hands. He inspected the tool with a scowl before glaring at Aiden from behind.
"Wood? What were you thinking, you noob?" He abruptly stood to his feet before slamming away at the stone blocks around him, fury leaking from each blow. Maya clamped her hands over her ears as Gill destroyed block by block until the pickaxe broke after about five blocks.
"Stupid wood!" He screamed at the shards of wood before him.
"Gill, you're tired. Just go to sleep." Maya demanded. "We don't need this cave any bigger anyways." She reminded him, hoping he'd understand so that the three of them could get their rest. She heard Gill plop to the floor, seeing his dark silhouette folding its arms.
"No. I'm not going to sleep."
"Gill, you nee-"
"Do not tell me what you may think I need, Maya." He yelled, instantly silencing the girl.
"You are such an idiot." She muttered to herself.
"Shut up, Maya."
"You shut up!"
"JUST SHUT THE NETHER UP, MAYA! GO TO SLEEP ALREADY!" Gill suddenly screamed, sounding louder and more hostile than she had ever known.
"Wh-whatever." She quickly turned over to face the plain, grey wall of stone. She heard Gill straighten a bit, scooting next to the wall beside him and keeping watch. Before she could muse on how Aiden hadn't moved since, her body fell asleep.
Author's Note:
Okay! There you go! There's another one coming up soon, soo... leave a review and tell me what you think about these Ocelot headcanons! I hope you like what I'm doing with these characters, bringing out their worst and all... as bad as that may sound... This is probably only a good story for those of you who are either interested in the genre alone, or are interested in the Blaze-Rods-to-Be. Anyways, I enjoy writing these kinds of things! hope you'll all like how this will play out.
