I'M SAYING THE BIGGEST SORRY I HAVE EVER SORRIED IN HISTORY OF SORRYS! I HAVE ONE MORE WEEK UNTIL EXHIBITION SO IM VERY BUSY! Anyway, please enjoy this long chapter with 2 new Own Characters, 3 if you count the enderboy... IM SPOILING!
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Brooke's POV: I slowly trudge through the forest. The moon is full, and it was as if someone coated it with diamonds.
Those guys better be having fun, it might be their last time they even play. When Herobrine manages to rule, they probably will never do what they please. I smile at the thought of me ruling beside him, and possibly Alex, to. The end is coming to the inhabitants of Minecraft.
I hear a groan to my left. A young male enderman is there, seeming hesitant attack. Fearless, I look directly at it. Me being tall, and him being young, we match height. My eyes flicker from normal to white. The enderboy quickly cowers in fear and shock, then drops to the ground, moaning.
That's when I notice multiple wounds on the enderman's arms and a leg is broken. It also has a serious burn on one side of it's face. This enderboy has been through a tough time. I immediately drop my hostile appearance and crouch down in front of him. Using my knowledge of all the mobs, including languages, I get into a conversation.
"Don't worry, everything is going to be fine" I tell it. "What's your name?"
"Brooke? Is that you?" The enderboy asks, then answers my question. "I'm Tom"
"You know me?" I reply with another question.
"Yes, you saved my parents from a player army"
{FLASHBACK}
I draw back my bow, about to hit my target. The arrow flies past all the cacti in the desert, and sticks just a bit next to the bulleye (which is a tiny pixel in a wood block. That's quite small and nearly impossible to hit!).
"Come on, I can do way better than that!" I exclaim, throwing my arms up.
That's when I hear satisfied moaning and growling. I turn to my right. A few blocks away, in a nearby village, zombies in full chain armour are surrounding an enderman. They keep squirting at it with water, but the enderman is too weak to teleport. Rage fills me.
"Hey, you!" I shout at the noobs. "Watch where you blast your toys!"
One of them smirks and laughs at me. "Go away. Human shall not interfere."
"Oh, and you got an F on your grammar test. Nice going, hot shot" I shoot back, sarcastic.
Then I shoot them through their necks without hesitation. They drop to the ground, dead.
The enderman looks up at me. I give it a nod. It speaks.
"Thank you. My wife and son will be glad to see I have returned"
Then it quickly teleports away, leaving a small photo of the enderman and his family. (Do enderman take photos?)
{FLASHBACK ENDS}
"Are your parents still alive?" I ask Tom.
He sighs and shakes his head. "They died a few days before me. Unlucky storm, the rain killed them right after a battle with a player"
I grab multiple bandages and put them on Tom's wounds. I also feed him a healing potion.
"Who hurt you?" I give Tom a second dose of healing.
"Well, one of them was a man made out of cheese"
"AshDubh the youtuber?" I wouldn't be surprised. Youtubers are very selfish sometimes.
"No. He was wearing a crown with a special black gem on his brown hair. The cheese man also had a cheese tracksuit and grey shoes. I think his name was The Cheese King, aka Cheese. He looked kinda derpy, but he was really nice to everyone. I needed food, so I tried to ask him for some. Because he was cheese. Instead, another guy told him I was attacking him. So Cheese and his cheeslings attacked me."
"That other guy had jet black everything. His name was Creep. He was a creeper, then turned into an enderman hybrid, so I guess when I asked Cheese King, the creeper/enderman understood me and lied to Cheese"
Well, talk about selfish. Creep and Cheese are now on my new kill list.
"You really became a brine?" Tom asks me in awe.
"Yup. I need to help the real Herobrine escape. But I need a specific person. However, I might need a bit of an army. Do you want to join me?" I reply.
Tom jumps up and down, obviously healed. "Of course!"
"Good. Do you know any mob clans around here?"
"I think so. When I got bored back with my parents, I always tried to spy on everyone" Tom thinks for a while, and then a redstone torch appears above his head. "Got it! I found this clan a few weeks ago. A zombie clan. Their numbers are huge, they have a colossal base camp, and the soldiers are highly trained. Even the young ones have early practice"
I nod. "Do you know where it is?"
"Yep. It's actually not far off from here. I can show you" Tom points west, into an extreme hills biome.
And with that we spend 3 minutes of the night creeping like spies on a stealth mission, avoiding the prying eyes of other players who may be strolling around at night trying to show off.
Tom suddenly stops. I stop, to. He points at a huge opening, with 4 zombies in iron armour guarding it.
"Is that it?" I whisper.
Tom nods. "Yeah, there it is. See? It's not too far"
"Will I have any trouble getting in?"
"These zombies prefer helping players over hurting players. So you would get in fine. I would have problems" Tom blushes.
"Ok" I glance at the cave. "But would there be a chance that the clan leader would just pass his leadership role to me?"
"Not really. You see, the tradition for all mob clans is that you must fight for the throne. Whoever wins is clan leader. If you try to go easy on your opponent, or don't fight and try to negotiate, you would die instantly and the other would be crowned. So even if the leader was a nice guy, he would still attempt to smash you so hard even your spirit wouldn't make it to the Aether" Tom explains, making gestures to describe it.
I look at him, then at the cave. "What are we waiting for? Let's kick some clan leader's booty!"
{TIME SKIP}
Tom's POV: Other times I saw this place, I thought it was average size. I always was only able to see from the outside, of course. And my teleporting skills weren't up to date. So I got a surprise when we entered the clan cave. The mine is bigger than any other clan base I have ever seen. There are messy holes carved into the walls, which signify rooms. I get proof of this theory by watching a zombie crawl into one, ruffle around, then go out again. Baby zombies run around (which is the same speed as walking), playing tag. Other young zombies are riding chickens and racing each other (which is a lot faster then walking). Huge torches are attached to the room, allowing us sight but not enough to irritate the zombies. In the middle of the cavern is a huge ring like the ones wrestlers use, just 3 times as big. A fountain near the back wall spurts out blue liquid, but it's not water. Brooke looks at it.
"HP Fountains" I tell her. "Anything that moves, breaths, and lives can be healed with it. Beautiful. I'm not surprised that these zombies even want one".
A few zombies look at us, surprised to see a human WITH an enderboy in their territory, but I do the secret truce sign that only zombies know and use. They leave us in peace.
Then I hear the sound of moaning and zombie talk getting more hushed, and I know something is going on. A huge gong made of gold (budder galore!) silences the final chatterboxes. It echoes across the cavern, but something else covers the sound. Huge stomps rumble the entire area, and I feel a few pebbles hit my head. Some young zombies hide behind their parents. Every stomp sends vibrations everywhere. I look towards Brooke, ready to spill the beans.
"It's him. Clan Leader" I say.
And before Brooke can reply, stepping into view comes the biggest zombie I have ever seen. In fact, it could take on a whole army without major damage. Reminding me of the Hulk, most of the zombie's shirt is ripped up. It's pants are more like oversized shorts, and Clan Leader's arms and legs are twice as bulky as an iron golem's. It wears a gold helmet and has a green stripe down the middle of it. In its hand is a huge reinforced stone club that cavemen had. Clan Leader gives a huge roar, which shakes the mine so much I'm surprised it doesn't cave in. The other undead roar in applause. It speaks in a deep voice, with horrible grammar as all zombies do.
"Greetings, clan members! Zombie clan WILL rule all Minecraft!" He roars, which sends another moan of appreciation from the audience. "But it now time. Any zombie in clan willing to fight Stone-Fist for the throne?!"
As I watch, stunned at Stone, I hear a rustling next to me. Brooke is gone. I see her slowly and silently walking past the zombies to the arena. And I know exactly where she is going. Dread fills me.
'No no no no no' I think to myself, as the clan leader rambles on.
"Any? No challengers? Stone-Fist stay supreme again?!"
"Hey! Stop ignoring the people behind you!"
The taunting zombie does a 180 degree turn. And there, standing in the crowd, is Brooke. Quickly, many zombies whisper to each other but are once again silenced by the gong.
Stone takes one glance at the girl below him, and laughs.
"You? Human? You are no match for me!"
"So you declined my request, right? I guess that means you're a chicken!" Brooke smirks.
This creates an uproar of complaints.
Stone grunts, obviously not impressed that a human could make him look like a wimp. He points and beckons her to the stage. "Fine. You fight me. I will crush you!"
Brooke simply smiles at the zombie leader as she climbs up. "Ok. I'll go easy on you".
Immediately, Stone brings his club down with a mighty roar. But Brooke is already long gone from that spot. She's a certain distance away, bow locked and loaded.
"Missed me" She says, and fires an arrow. "I did give you a head start, though".
It hits Stone in the arm. He grunts, pulls the arrow out and snaps it like a toothpick. But in the time it takes to do that, three more are headed his way. All three hit their targets. The leg, the arm and the stomach. Stone plucks them out as if they were sticks in a pot, then uses his club the knock aside two more. The stray arrows hit one zombie in the arm, who dies quickly. The other ricochets off the wall and into a house.
"It's not going to be any use" I whisper to myself. "A zombie this size will treat arrows like mosquito bites"
Stone gets close enough to Brooke. He swipes his club. Brooke ducks and commando rolls away. She quickly shoots a few arrows.
Most just hit the arms and legs, but one hits the zombie's eyes. He screeches in pain and stops to slow the blood flow. While he is distracted, Brooke finds some chain and wraps it around an arrow. I don't understand what she is doing until she aims at a loose boulder somewhere in the room. She shoots, and the arrow sticks firmly into the rock. She ties the other end of the chain to Stone's arm.
Stone lashes out at Brooke. She manages to escape, but if she was one pixel closer then the zombies would get a head print on the floor. And the chain pulls the boulder towards Stone's face. It ends up knocking Stone to his knees. He roars in agony, and he drops his club. Zombie blood is everywhere, so much that it might as well be painting the arena. Quickly, Brooke pulls out a sword and makes multiple injuries and cuts to Stone. Every time the sword makes contact he moans.
Finally, Brooke stabs the blade into Stone's chest. He bellows out so loud it could beat Groot's AND Hulk's roars. He's not dead, but he is probably on half a heart.
Weak, he falls. Stone drops like a block of gravel, making horrible noises. He spots the HP fountain a few metres away. He slowly tries to crawl towards it, but the chain and boulder keep him down.
And eventually, with a huge wail, the colossal zombie lets out one more moan. Then it disintegrates into many green pixels. This huge beast is not part of the original Minecraft, so the server just forgets about Stone by wiping all traces of him. The entire area is silent, even the bats don't chatter.
Brooke looks around the cave and looks down at the audience. "I am Brooke, proud assistant of the almighty Herobrine. Your former clan leader has fallen at my hands. I am now leader of the clan, not meaning to brag. You attack villages and all that, but do you want to actually make a stand? Since I'm here now, and not that big hunk of meat, we can all make a difference!"
The zombies roar, even louder than with Stone.
"Who is the army general here?" Brooke asks the crowd of new followers.
A zombie in dyed leather armour and an iron helmet steps forward, slightly shaking. It only takes a few seconds for Brooke to look at him, pluck the iron helmet off his head, then knock him hard.
"Get rid of him the most gruesome way possible" Brooke commands two other zombies.
"For the good of the clan!" One replies to her. "Yes, leader"
Then they take the ex-general for a horrible execution, who is screaming out, "No! Not Pit, not Pit!"
They will take him to the Pit. Where they feed prisoners to this thing called the Fangrelor (fang-re-lore). Only the clan leader can give orders to do this. I've heard many tales about it. You'd rather jump into lava or stab yourself than enter this sort of death. It's like in Star Wars episode 6 with Jabba the Hutt feeding people to the Rancor for fun, only worse. Prisoners become sacrifices. They are thrown into a hole. The Fangrelor kills you in a horrible way. To make this less detailed, I'm just going to say he breaks all the bones in your arms and legs, uses knifes to pin you to a huge stone dinner plate, then eats you like a gingerbread man. Not really a pleasant way to die. The worse part is that most zombies actually do ANYTHING to watch the sacrifices.
I'm surprised to see Brooke pointing at me.
"Come on, I'm not going to wait"
I quickly teleport up on the arena, then nearly trip due to all the slippery blood. What shocks me is that she places the general's helmet on my head.
"This enderboy will be your new general. Anyone with the role of a soldier will follow his commands. Understood?" Brooke announces.
Suddenly, I'm surround by a strange glow of fame. But how can I lead an army of zombies?
"Don't worry, he's going to be better than he looks. He may even impress himself" Brooke winks at me, as if reading my mind, then nudges me.
"Oh! Ok then, hurry up! Get along with what you do these days. Brooke and I have got work to do. Plans to make, troops to train" I realise I must make orders.
The zombies do what they say. This is going to be fun.
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OK OK I'M SORRY I HAD EXHIBITON! I spent two weeks planning a topic. Day and night. Then another 6 weeks doing research. Day and night. 3 more to publish my work. Day and night. Then 1 other weeks to show our displays and staging. DAY AND NIGHT. I spent whatever was left resting. So I had no time to write, but now I'm back! And since holidays are here, I will write ASAP. Bye guys, see yah! (If I don't have any obligations in the holidays).