Cont. of summary: WARNING: Yogscast, inthelittlewood, SoTotalyToby, TAG, and many more awesome YouTube stars will be put in. - Notch
Approved - RATED T BECAUSE OF YOGSCAST AND OTHER SWEARING.
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*turns on the screen*
Writing a new story is like moving into a new home. . .
*record scratch*
Bookworm: Sorry, my attempt of being philosophical just failed.
So, this is my sequel to "Random Stories of Demigods and Witches and Wizards".
I hope you like my attempt at a sequel!
(If you don't know what Minecraft is, or don't watch Yogscast Tekkit, you may have trouble reading this story! Do reasearch on MC if you don't
know, and watch this:
watch?v=rtMim1O_2SQ,
and if the link doesn't work, watch this on YouTube:
Tekkit Part 1 - Jaffa Cake Factory Planning.
Warning: The Tekkit series has over 60 vids.!)
ON WITH THE STORY!
Another important warning: I have changed most of the characters ages to fit this story. I you dont like even-more-immature YouTube stars, thats
fine with me.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my OC's, and the plot. Gosh, I feel so poor. . . NOTCH, PLEASE SHARE (or Jeb, whatever)!
~ I dedicate this story to my favorite video game, Minecraft, and all its blocky awesomeness
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OMNISCENT NARRATOR
THE NINE DEMIGODS FELL TO THE STONE FLOOR IN A HEAP, one on top of the other. Their weapons clattered to the floor, even Nyla's bat, and were sucked up
by a nearby obsidian pipe, to be filed into sorting on the brown level.
"Wh. . . where are we?" Natalie whispered.
"We'll find out once you get off me." Luna pushed her away.
Everyone got up and brushed themselves off. They took in their surroundings. A marble room with cerulean-blue square lights embedded in the wood floor. There
were no windows, but the lights gave off enough light to see the machines. All around them, computers whirred and beeped away. The room seemed alive with
electricity.
Suddenly, Aria snapped to attention.
"Someone's watching us." she warned. A second instinct told her there were more people than just them in the room. "Show yourself." she demanded.
From behind a wall of monitors, a girl in a green hoodie and blue shorts stepped out. She looked about eighteen years old, and had a psychotic mad-scientist grin on
her face. Her long-ish brown hair was swept over one shoulder and ended in a curl. Her wide purple eyes suggested she wasn't a regular mortal. Moving with her,
the big-print white words: Skylord_Amy bobbed above her head.
"Yay! It worked!" she spun around in triumph, "That'll show Purpl!"
The demigods looked at each other as she danced around in happiness. Their expressions were something like, What? Who is this nutshell? The girl stopped dancing
then turned to face her captives. "Welcome to Minecraftia! I'm Skylord_Amy," she pointed at up her floating name-tag, "as you can see. But feel free to call me
Amy! Then of course . . . ," she looked at Luna with wide eyes, "you. You're me aren't you? Luna." She looked at the person closest to her, "Marrow, is it? And you
she looked at each one of them in turn, "Mark, Martyn, Natalie, Nathan, Nyla, Aria, and Kyle." Amy recited their names like she'd been practicing.
"H-how do you know?" Mark stuttered.
"Not to sound like a crazy stalker," Amy leaned in and cupped her hand over her mouth as if telling a secret, " but I've been sending my acolytes into your world to
follow you and report your fighting skills, statuses, and your names. To me." Her grin was becoming unnerving.
"Wait!" Natalie said, "Whats 'Minecraftia'? Who are you?"
"Yeah." Nathan agreed, "Where are we? How did you take us here?"
"And what did you mean when you said I'm you?" Luna demanded.
Amy paced around. "Soo many questions, that will be answered shortly. I'll give you answers if you cooperate enough for me to give you a tour of the facility."
"We're not going anywhere." Marrow said, "I demand straight answers."
"My acolytes warned me of you, Marrow Belle, and your defiant spirit." Amy said her last name like it was no big deal, "I know you will all cooperate once you know
my cause for teleporting you here."
"What is your 'cause'?"Nyla demanded. Her voice was oddly shaky.
The Skylord looked at Nyla in a new, somewhat approving light, "Why, it'll all be clear once you follow me."
She turned and opened a waffle-paterned hatch that led down to a ladder. She climbed down, a rickety sound following her into the floor below.
The demigods looked at each other and decided: Why not? There is a chance to escape right in front of us?, and followed Amy down.
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"Lets start at the base of the factory so we don't miss anything." Amy had told them to drop down a multicolored circular chute down to the bottom floor. They'd
landed in two ft - or two block, as Amy had told them it was the proper term - deep water but, strangely, when they got out, they weren't even wet. "We installed
water down here, so those without flying rings won't die if they fall." Amy had said vaguely. Many other people milled about, most of them in between the ages of
fifteen and fifty. Some stopped the weird things they were doing to gawk at the group of demigods walking by. Some even whispered things like:
" . . . can't belive it worked . . ."
" . . . thank you, Notch! Our saviors have arrived . . . "
" . . . will this plan pull through . . ?"
A lot of them had British or Scottish accents. A sort guy with a black beard a viking helmet that Nathan kept eying nervously had some strange, rough accent that the
demigods couldn't place. One guy was even speaking in Japanese.
Amy continued walking them through the large factory, saying off the names of the floors. Main Level, Sorting, Cake Assembly and Decoration . . . it all just swirled
around their heads.
By the time they reached the Pink level, all nine demigods felt as if they needed a long-deserved nap, and they weren't even half done yet.
"This level here is where we put together the Jaffa Cakes, and ship them down to wherever they need to go ,"Amy rambled on, "Jaffa Cakes have become very
popular ever since the recent decline in -" she was cut short by a voice from the level above.
"Explosion! Watch out! Duncan, come on!"
"Wait, Purpl!"
A figure jumped down the ladder. It was a girl in a sky-blue t-shirt with cloud designs on it, and blue skinny jeans. Her pale skin reflected the pink light. She was
sort've shorter than Amy, but looked about the same age, maybe a bit younger. Just like Amy, she had a floating name tag, which read: Purple_Pengiun89
A loud boom came from the level above as the girl's gray sneakers hit the floor.
"Notch, that was close." she gasped, stooping and resting her soot-covered hands on her knees, her messy rainbow-colored hair fell over her shoulders, obscuring her
face from sight.
"Oh! Purpl, are you alright?" Amy helped her up. Their purple eyes were almost identical.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Purpl shooed the Skylord away, "Duncan surely isn't."
"I'm okay." said a voice with a British accent. Another person , this one in a white lab-coat climbed down the ladder. A male with short blonde hair, and black goggles.
Around college age. His name tag read: LividCoffee. "I would be better if you didn't abandon me in the face of an explosion."
"Well, you know how it feels to be blown to bits, and I'm sure no one would like to relive that." Purpl retaliated in a un-conversational tone.
Purpl and Duncan - as Purpl had called him - faced each other awkwardly. "Well, I'll be going now. Honeydew needs me to fix the lighting in the Penthouse" he
shuffled away meaningfully.
"Awkward. . ." Amy teased Purpl playfully.
"Oh, shut up." she grumbled. Purpl crossed her arms and faced the on looking group of demigods, "These are them? I thought they'd be older."
"Hey. My Silverfish are small, so maybe they looked older to them." Amy scowled at her, "You said you wanted to meet you, so there you are." Amy pointed at
Marrow.
"I feel very undermined with you talking about me like a meaningless object." Marrow used her best line of defense: long words.
"You and me both." Purpl agreed, "So you're the IRLer called Marrow?"
"Uh . . . yeah. 'IRLer'?"
"'In Real Life -er'." Amy translated.
"Isn't your life . . . real life . . . to you?" all these confusing sentences were getting to Kyle's head.
"Minecraftians are considerate, unlike some races that populate this world." another voice said behind them. "And I can tell you're probably going to ask 'Why are you
saying that you're me?'. Well, we're going to have all your questions answered during our next meeting, in an hour.
"They already asked that." Amy said blandly at the girl behind her.
This one had dark purple eyes, unlike the light colors of the other two girls. In fact, most of what she was wearing consisted of dark purple and black. Her brown hair
was put up in a high ponytail, with a blue clip holding back her bangs. Her firmly planted combat boots and badge suggested that she was of some with some sort of
military importance. In a sheath on her back, a wicked-looking diamond sword's hilt stuck out. By the name above her, she was called: Skylord_Saphire.
Her serious clothing made Natalie want to salute to her, as she was trained to do so, but the girl's tone was friendly. "Where is the one like me?" she asked lightly.
"Oh. This one, called Natalie." Amy said.
"Nice to meet you, Natalie." the girl stuck out her hand, "I'm Saphire, Head of Battle." Natalie took her hand.
"No need to announce your title." Amy's tone suggested they didn't get along well, "I'm not. Purpl isn't."
"It's my choice, and my choice alone." Saphire snapped sharply, no longer friendly, "As I said: a meeting in an hour, sharp. Invite all the Heads to be there."
She dropped Natalie's hand, walked briskly to the chute, and jumped.
"I've got so many questions about this place. . ." Aria muttered blankly.
"And they will all be answered." Amy said cheerfully, "Come along now, we don't want to be late for the meeting."
Yay! First chap done!
And don't worry, Amy is not the bad guy here, or any of the Minecraftians you have met so far.
PLZ KEEP ON READING, AND REVIEW!
Cya!