Max swung her axe at the tree. She had miscalculated the amount of wood she required for Wither's new home, and needed more. "Why can't He do this?" She muttered in annoyance. But she knew He couldn't, He had an odd fear of sharp objects and would most likely cut His foot off with the iron tool.
Her axe cut through the wood, and the tree fell, almost squishing Max. She jumped back in surprise. What was this? Trees didn't cut themselves down, you had to chop at every block. At least, you're supposed to.
Max stepped closer to the logs cautiously. There was nothing wrong with them, they were perfectly normal oak logs. But why did they break by themselves? Some form of unheard of magic? One of Wither's pranks? Max shook her head and grabbed the wood; magic or not, they could still be useful.
Swoosh! Her axe cut through air as she swung at the next tree.
She jumped back again when the tree screamed. It swung around and she saw a face covered in pain-filled rage. A branch went soaring towards her head. She crashed to the ground. "The Nether-?!" She managed to yell with a mouth full of dirt.
When sentient tree attempted to smash her into the ground, she rolled away from the angered swing. She snatched up her fallen axe, and when the tree attacked again, lodged her tool into the wood. It gave another scream.
Max used the time it took for it to regain its bearings to chop at the face. It recoiled and yelled more, but Max didn't end her attack. Only once the face could no more be recognized as such, and it stopped moving; did she relent.
What was that? All materialized on top of the tree's corpse. It studied the creature intently.
"I don't know. Go away."
As you wish. It disappeared in a small puff of smoke. Max was slightly surprised It left so readily, but then again, It probably didn't want to annoy her any more than It already had.
She looked at the creature, then walked away. It was- used to be a living being, it would be disgraceful to collect its remains for her home. And she didn't know if there were more of the living trees around, she did not wish to risk being attack by another one without a real weapon.
Max carefully navigated her way through the skeleton of the unfinished floor. One wrong step and she could fall, she wasn't scared though, she had done this many times. She reached the stairway that led to her home and began to climb.
"Close your eyes!" Wither yelled when He heard her footsteps.
"No!"
"Then you won't get presents!"
"It's not even my- whoa." Wither had covered the area in colourful string. String on the chairs. String in the farm. String on the huts. String everywhere. "What?"
"Happy early birthday! Have some cake!" He shoved a plate filled with the delicious treat into her hands, then rushed off.
"What?" Max repeated.
"Well, we never do anything special for your birthday, and you only ever leave this tree to get resources, so we're going exploring! Then we're going to come back on your actual birthday, and have a party!" He seemed so excited, Max didn't want to go on the trip, but she'd go anyway, if only to keep Him from being disappointed.
"Then why the decorations if we're leaving?"
"So we don't have to do it when we get back, duh." He tossed a bag at her. She dropped the plate of half eaten cake to catch it. "Let's go!"
"Wait, now?" Max just wanted to finish constructing His floor, relax for a few months, then get back to work.
"Yep! Well, I guess we can stay for a few minutes." He looked dejected at the thought.
"That would be preferable." Max dropped the bag, grabbed the spilled plate of cake of the floor, then went inside. She quickly washed the dish, and looked around for anything Wither might have forgotten to pack. She snatched up a couple of apples, knowing that they would be rotten by the time they returned.
"With," She said when He followed her. "Fruit and veggies rot over time, help me find any you left behind." Wither nodded, still a bit upset. He broke Into smaller versions of Himself. Each Wither ran towards a chest, and threw it open. "I still have no idea how you never get insanely dizzy when you do that." She leaned against the doorway, knowing the Withers would find everything in a minute, and that she would only get in the way.
"It just" One of the Withers said running passed her.
"takes a bit" Another called, carrying a tiny bag of potatoes.
"of concentration." A third told her.
"Yeah, yeah. You and your Godly powers of epicness." Max smiled and shook her head. She pushed off the doorway and grabbed the bag she dropped when washing the plate as He pulled Himself together.
"Definitely epic." Wither agreed and walked over to a small stack of bags.
Max went to help, but He shouted before she could pick anything up. "Nope! It's almost your birthday, let me carry everything! No, Max," He added quickly, seeing her face of protest. "letting me carry everything on your birthday trip does not make you weak."
Max glared at Him for a moment, then sighed and followed Him down the stairs. He stumbled a bit on the construction, but quickly righted Himself. At the vines He gulped, trying to figure out how to get down without falling on His face. After a few minutes, He gave up and jumped down, landing, as predicted, on His face. "Ouch." He groaned. "Hey!" He yelled when Max kicked Him, though not hard enough to bruise.
"There was a pulley, With. Next time, look before you leap." She grabbed His arm and hauled Him to His feet.
"Heh, oops." He rubbed the back of His neck in embarrassment.
"Which way are we going?" She pulled her bag higher on her shoulder.
"How about... That way!" He pointed in a random direction.
"Okay, let's go." She started to walk, but stopped when her friend suddenly yelled.
"Wait! I have to use the bathroom."
Max stared at Him for a second, then sat down on one of her tree's roots as He rushed behind a bush.
Mob: Ent (from Mo' Creatures)
I have no excuses as to why this took so long. I was just extremely lazy. But Max and Wither are going on a trip! Yay!
I still need a cover idea. My mind is blank.
Why do you people think a tree became sentient and attacked Max? Of course I already know, but I want to know what you think! Is Wither playing a prank? Has one of the Two gone insane? Does All somehow have something to do with it? It might be one of these things, or I could have left it out completely! Muahaha!
ThatRandomMooshroom:
I understand, hope you had fun! Yes, yes it is. It does care about her, but has the worst way of showing it. Nooooooo! I have everything planned except the cover. :( (Me too. :D)
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