Chapter 5 - Ghast Interrogation (Papart POV)
We left the hidden lair of Magmus, which was lodged into the cliff above of the cave we had run into. We looked around for signs of ghasts, but found none. Finally, I saw the edge of a ghast tentacle go behind a ledge.
"There!" I pointed. "Around that bend!"
We started running across the red terrain in pursuit of the ghast. We ran past the turn, and found the ghast we were looking for. It was alone, so we assumed it was on a patrol or something. We ran up to it, but then realized one thing: ghasts don't speak English.
"I've got this," the scientist explained. "I've been taught many languages in my days." He stepped forward.
"Meeeeeeoooooowwww!" The scientist screamed. The ghast stopped moving and turned around. It flew down towards us, a puzzled look on its face.
"Meow meow. Purrmeow meowsk rar." The ghast meowed to the scientist.
"Merkow meow meeeeow nowmow pamow?" The scientist was probably asking about the ghasts' plans.
"Meow meooooow," the ghast replied.
"Meowank mew," the scientist replied.
"Meow meow meow meowskars, mow mew pamow. Pew rew few few new deow. Geow skeowen, meowoen pown. Magmus meow whiskers purrker raaaaaaaawwwwrrrr." The ghast's story was finally over.
"Meowank mew," the scientist said again.
The ghast waved a tentacle and flew away to leave me and the group, who had been laughing the whole time. We just couldn't keep ourselves from not laughing at the way the scientist was conversing in a language that sounded so much like cats. Once we calmed down, Steve asked, "So, what was the story?"
"Well, I got a different point of view, and a different story all together," the scientist explained. "I don't know who to trust yet, Magmus, or the other nether creatures!"
"Well, please tell us what the ghast said," Tom told the scientist.
"Yes, yes. The story goes like this," the scientist began. "The ghast said that several years ago, Magmus appeared out of the sacred lava pool in the ghast church. From then on, he was blessed to be the ruler. As Magmus grew, he became harsher, transforming into a terrible dictator. So, the ghasts and other creatures are planning to leave the nether, never to return. They aren't fighting back, they're escaping."
"Interesting," I commented. "It's almost as if only half of the story is true."
"Yes," Steve replied. "But the question is: who do we trust."
"Correct," Tom added. "And there's no real way to find out who's telling the truth."
"Or is there?" The scientist wondered aloud. "There is always a way."
Tom's face lit up. He quickly pulled a bag of his tie. The new edition was that it contained a chest's amount of space inside.
"A truth serum!" Tom exclaimed. "Let's go back to Magmus for the real truth!"