Chapter 4 Sylvester (Papart POV)
I couldn't take it anymore. Everyone around me was dying. I was the only one left. My villager friends, dead in Herobrine's war. The scientist, killed in the Nether invasion. Tom, in a lava trap. And Steve, with suicide of all things. I picked up Steve's stuff and put on the better armor. Then, I tiptoed over the tripwire and entered the main room of the pyramid, the biggest of three. There was a large chest at the end, and I walked over to it. I flipped it open, and pulled out some extra weapons and armor, and a bow with 12 arrows.
I quickly rearranged my inventory, and moved on to the room on the left. It looked like a workroom, with anvils, crafting tables, and furnaces. There weren't any chests, so I left it and moved onto the last room.
The room on the right was a treasure room, filled with blocks of gold, emerald, and diamond. My eyes lit up and I started punching the diamond blocks. Right as it was finished, it made a breaking effect, but then reappeared. I tried again and got the same result. Maybe Phillip Gungars was using a greater force that I was unaware of. I grabbed some apples from a chest, and left the room.
Right as I left, I heard a sound that brought back bad memories: the sound of a blaze. I whipped out my bow and looked up to see one up at the ceiling, "Hey!" It shouted at me. "I'm Sylvester!"
Sylvester floated down to me. I drew back my bow, ready to fire at a moments notice.
"Why aren't you shooting fireballs at me?" I asked him. "This is the survival games after all."
"I saw what happened," he explained in his raspy but calming voice. "I think that you need a new ally. How about giving me a shot?"
"Well, I don't see why not," I smiled. "Do you have any extra loot?"
No, I can't open chests, sorry." Sylvester laughed. "I wish I had something, but I'm afraid that there is nothing I can give you."
"That's fine," I laughed. "Let's get over to the next pyramid and check it out."
"Sounds good," Sylvester agreed.
It looked to me like I had myself a new ally.