Now that the hiatus is closed, this story will go on!
So . . .
ON WITH THE STORY!
(Ahem, just saying, there will be a poem that I do not own in this chap, so , for further reference, each time I have a poem that I don't own, I'll put a
disclaimer and a link to where I found it at the bottom. Just saying, I am very paranoid about copyright.)
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.
/~*~7 /~*~\
OMNISCIENT
*randomtimelapseinwhichtheymoveonfromtrainingandge tonwiththestory*
NOW THAT THEY HAD ALL GATHERED IN A GROUP at the main floor of Honeydew Inc, Enterprises, Co, whatever, they had already decided
that the Meme idea could help them, so they still remained in groups, but only of four and six. Let me draw you a graph so you will not be confused as to
who is where:
Group 1
Purpl-Marrow Livid-Mark
. . .,
Group 2
Amy-Luna
inthelittlewood-Martyn
. . .
Group 3
Toby-Kyle
Mario-Aria
. . .
Group 4
Honeydew-Nyla
Xephos-Nathan
Saphire-Natalie
Each group had been assigned by Tuft to find a certain Meme. Group 1 had to seek the elusive Troll Face in the far jungle. Group 2 would search for Caption
Society in the server of Glowstone City. Group 3 — ironically for Aria — would take the recently built Garry's Mod spaceships to chase the rainbow-farting Nyan
Cat through the expansive Void. Group 4 would find the famed and feared Slender Man in the unicorn-less but mystical forest.
I will recount their (mis)adventures starting with Group 1.
Here is where this Fan Fiction really begins.
(Oh, sorry, did I break reality by stating the fact that this is a FanFic? Well, that's life.)
/~*~\ Group 1 /~*~\
Duncan pushed the button, thus teleporting them to the jungle where Troll Face was reported to have been seen last.
The problem was, they spawned on a tree.
"Oh, I can tell this quest will go just fine," Marrow stated sarcastically, looking out over the leaves to see how high they were in the ground.
Mark joined her on the edge. "How do we get down?"
"We can break the leaves to reach the vines," Purpl suggested, "But then we risk disintegrating the whole tree."
"There's water down there," Duncan pointed to a small pool of blue at the jungle floor, "Do you think we can make the jump?"
"Doesn't falling from high above into water hurt? I've heard that people have died from that."
Purpl shook her head, rainbow hair falling from her bun, "It doesn't work that way here. In Minecraftia, it's a sight for sore eyes to find water below you when
you're at world height. If you can even see it with your render distances."
Marrow had not understand a word Purpl had just omitted. "I don't get your MC speak, but I'm guessing water is good in this situation?"
"Exactly," Duncan said, "But the water may be a few blocks out of reach. If we miss, we die from fall damage; and if we die, well . . , you heard about the
Respawn Centers. We may not come back."
"What happens if we don't come back?" Mark asked.
"It's complicated," Purpl said, "There are conflicted versions of stories, but from my own experience, it's like being what you call a ghost. Walking around as a
silhouette, unseen. Only being able to vaguely interact with living-world objects. Like this one poem . . :
Silhouettes in my window...shaded purple gray,
Twilight softly falling, ends another day.
Dancing shadows linger across yonder wall,
Beckoning the darkness, midnight's distant call.
Stillness settles gently on silhouettes so fair,
Dancing in the shadows, no one there to care.
Curtains ruffle lightly in a breeze I cannot feel,
Welcome charcoal darkness, my teardrops to conceal.
Teardrops shed for no one, time alone 'tis all,
Swiftly passing years gone by, never to recall.
Little girls and love that's lost, stolen by the years,
'Tis time itself so fleeting that touches off the tears.
Seasons of a lifetime, forever passed away,
Tomorrow's but a shadow of another passing day.
Distant voices echo, veiled in misty mind,
Yet clearly I can hear them like a crystal chime.
Oh silhouettes of long ago, do play for me this night,
Dance those happy shadowed days to fill me with delight.
When morning dawns silently, another passing day,
I'll hold onto those memories, shaded purple gray. "
Marrow and Mark stared at Purpl, but Duncan seemed unfazed.
"Um. Okay?" Marrow said.
"I'm gonna jump," Duncan said bravely, "If, I don't come back, tell Rythian that I still don't regret blowing up Blackrock."
Purpl rolled her eyes, "Oh, please. I know you have a flying ring."
"We don't have that on this Tekkit update."
"Then your jet pack."
"Doesn't work outside protected zones."
"So we're not allowed to be op?"
"Nope."
"Notchdangit."
Marrow eyed the little icons just on the corner of her line of vision she couldn't believe that losing all ten hearts meant death. It was just like every video game
she had ever gotten the chance to play.
"Three . . ," Duncan said, backing up "two, . . one!" He sprinted and jumped off the tree, white lab coat flying. Purpl bit her lip in worry.
For a moment, time stood still. The sun slowed in its progress across the sky, and clouds paused in their drift.
Then they heard a loud splash!
"Woo! I made it!" Yelled the scientist's distant voice from below in triumph.
"Duncan?" Purpl said hopefully, "You okay?"
"Yeah, come down! The water's fine!"
Purpl took a deep breath, then ran and jumped yelling, "SPAARTAAAAAA!" Soon after, Mark and Marrow heard another splash, followed by laughter.
Mark and Marrow glanced at each other. "Together?" Mark suggested, holding out his hand.
"Sure." Marrow linked fingers, "Okay, . . ready, . . set . . , go!" They simultaneously leapt. Marrow closed her eyes. If they hit the ground, she didn't want to see.
She gasped when she plunged into warm twenty-block-deep water. Not knowing which way was up, she opened her eyes and saw two things infront of her.
The circular glow of the sun above the surface, and an odd gray creature clasping a potato in one tentacle. She decided to forget that last bit as she broke to
the surface.
Still holding Mark's hand, she climbed up onto the grassy shore, where Duncan and Purpl were already waiting.
"Wasn't that fun?" Purpl grinned. She looked at Mark and Marrow's joined hands and her smile widened.
"Oh. Um," Mark quickly pulled back, and both IRLers stepped away from each other.
Duncan laughed, "Why don't we go look for a Troll, hmm?"
I'd say the adventure is getting off to a good start.
Oh, and here's that link to the poem (I think the link goes to a dating site, but trust me, I just typed in 'poems for silhouettes', and clicked around) . . .
www,matchdoctor,com/blog_98816/Silhouettes_poem,ht ml (replace commas w/ dots).
Oh, and remember that thing I said about chasing the Nyan Cat through the Void? Well, there's gonna be a special character in that chap.
Let me give you some hints: enderman, Yogscast, BLACKROCK!
If you have not guessed by now, HIS NAME WAS PUT IN THIS CHAP, FOR NOTCH'S SAKE!
Ahem, sorry, I just ship that certain character in an OTP.
One final hint:
ZOETHIAN.