Chapter 3 Legions (Tom POV)
Tom, Steve, Papart, and the scientist had gone through bedrock, and into the nether. The first thing that they had heard was a ghast. More like an army of them.
Tom and his team dropped to the netherrack, and surveyed the legions of ghasts around them. They were lucky, for the ghasts were focused on something else. The question was, what? Tom flew into the air with his swaggy tie, and looked over the ghasts. They were obviously taking orders from something, but there were so many ghasts that Tom couldn't tell what it was. He listened into the conversation.
"Meow mew mew meow, raaaawwwr!" Went the thing the ghasts were looking at. It was probably the ghast in command.
"Mmmeeeeoooowwww!" The ghasts broke out in unison, and flung a tentacle in the air to solute. Then, the meeting, or whatever it was, finished. The ghasts spread out, and kept moving until one stopped, staring at Tom.
"Oink?" Tom said, trying to sound like a pigman. A ghast fired at him, and Tom was hit. The fireball slammed into him, and flung him against the ground, blasting pain into his body. Tom struggled to get up, but finally did, hobbling over to Steve and the others.
"You okay?" Steve asked, worry on his face.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Tom replied, brushing debris off of his tie. "Just a little owie."
"We need to find a way to get these ghasts," the scientist explained. "We obviously don't have enough manpower to overcome them"
"Good point," Papart replied. "I think I figured a way to do just that."
Papart pointed to a wall of netherrack. There was a hole in it, leading down to a tunnel. Tom, Steve, Papart, and the scientist scrambled for the cave just as the ghasts started something that seemed like a fireball apocalypse. They jumped in, and ran deeper into the tunnel, escaping the ghasts just in time.
"We'll have to see where it goes, or else it's back to the ghasts for us," Steve stated.
Tom stayed in the back with the scientist, as Steve and Papart led, swords out and ready to attack. As the tunnel went on, the light got darker. It was beginning to be hard to see. After a long time of walking, a wall blocked their way: the trip had been for nothing.
"I guess we'll have to turn back," Steve explained.
"No," Tom cut in, "I can see past that wall with my x-Ray chip. There's something on the other side. This wall must be fake."
Tom walked forward, and walked right through the wall. It was a painting! He stuck his head back out and motioned them to come through. Once they were all on the other side, they all looked around at the hidden room. It was very simple, with stone brick floors, brick walls, and lit by glowstone. There was a desk, some chests, and a table and chairs. But the question was, what was this place?
"I like it," Papart commented. "I could see me using this design in the future."
"Not now, Papart," the scientist replied. "We have more important matters at hand. The overworld above is suffering, and it's up to us to stop it."
"Is it, now?" A voice spoke out of nowhere. "Well then, I guess I've found my targets."
Then, a figure appeared, and splashed everyone with a blindness potion. Everything else was just a haze to Tom.