"So, do you have any idea where we are?"

"Absolutely none whatsoever. Except everything is made out of cubes."

"You don't remember anything."

"Nothing more than you do my friend. I know my name is Tom, I know how to speak, I know what things are, that's about it. I don't remember anything about my life before this, or if I even did have a life before this."

I looked at him, my head tilted slightly to the side. "But we must of, otherwise we wouldn't know anything at all. Besides, we're not kids, we can't of just been born. How would we have been born? There's no one else here!"

"We don't know that, there could be other people somewhere. Anything's possible really, just look around, the world's made of freakin cubes! How can you honestly say that's not normal?"

I threw my hands up in the air. "I don't know, maybe it is normal for all we know. I'm confused. This is hurting my brain." I promptly sat back down on my bed as the beanie boy, well, Tom, as he said he was called, stared down at me with an indifferent and almost pained expression.

"All I'm saying is that I know nothing more than you."

I thought back to last night and something popped up inside my head. "But you knew how to make the beds, I didn't know that."

He clearly wasn't expecting me to bring that up. "I don't know how I did that. It just kind of felt... Natural?"

I looked at him, my eyebrow slightly raised. I wasn't convinced. "I don't know. What do we even do?"

He looked thoughtful, pausing for a second as he considered what I had just said. "Well, we make a house or shelter or somewhere to hide, then we just figure it out as we go along, go with the flow. I don't know what else we would do."

"So we basically just punch wood all day long?"

"I guess so."

"Sounds like a great life. I'll go start then."

"Meet you back here before sunset?"

"Yeah." With that I walked away, heading in the direction of the nearest tree. I was still utterly confused, but I was convinced that my brain would explode if I thought about it too much.

I had a good amount of wood and the sun was just starting to set, so I made my way back to our little base. I had ventured further than I realised and it was getting dark quickly. I ran back the short distance, out of breath by the time I got there. Tom looked at me expectantly from his bed, so I got in mine without a word, the sleep overtaking me almost instantly.

It was the next morning, but I felt different to how I felt the previous mornings. I felt... Hungry. I hadn't thought about food at all, which made me realise there were probably many more vital things I was missing. Did we need to drink too? I didn't think so.

Tom had started building a shelter, converting the raw wood into planks and laying them down. It was interesting, because the blocks seemed to defy all laws of gravity. I was amazed at first, but even over the last day I had grown accustomed to the strangeness of the flying cubes. I almost forgot what I was going to talk to Tom about.

"Hey, are you hungry?"

He looked at me strangely for a moment, then his expression changed. "Wow, I actually am. Is that a thing?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Apparently so. Where are we getting food from."

"Animals?" He suggested.

I looked around, to my surprise, I could actually see a few pigs, their pinkness making them stand out against the green of the sprawling plains.

"Ok, I'll try. I guess we'll find out."

He turned back to his building as I walked away in the direction of the pigs. I assumed that I killed them just like I had done with the sheep, turns out I was right. In no time I had plenty of raw porkchops, even after munching on a fair few of them. I was glad there was no blood, I had always had a weak stomach for that sort of thing.

I immediately questioned myself, had I? How would I know that of I hadn't lived before. I smiled in triumph, I think it was safe to assume that we hadn't only existed for three days, which was reassuring to me at least.

Tom had finished the house by the time I got back. It wasn't great, but it would suffice for what it was meant to do. It was small as well, barely enough to hold the 'crafting table' as Tom called it, and the two beds.

He was in the process of moving everything in when I gave him the food. He mumbled thanks as he tore into the meat, obviously desiring food more than he had anticipated. I left him and moved my bed so it rested in one corner of the house. Well, it was more like a shack, but that was besides the point.

Having finished all of his food, Tom motioned for me to come outside. I watched as he narrowed the hole down to a one by two space, then placed a door down. I looked at it then went up and opened it. Then closed it. Then opened it. Then-

"Please stop, that makes a horrendous noise." Tom said in disgust.

"Sorry," I grinned, but I couldn't resist. I did one more time before he barged past me inside the house. I had annoyed him. It felt good.

I got in my bed, noticing that there was a hole in the ceiling right over where I was laying. I didn't point it out, just stared against the pinpricks that were stars against the night sky, before sleep welcomed me into its dark embrace.

So, when I wrote this (the story part, not this part) it had EXACTLY 1,000 words. So I decided it was fate. Fate for what, I don't know, but I will figure it out eventually. I just wanted to share that with you guys.

Anyway, you guys seem to be loving this story, 3 of everything already, literally. It's great. Though it's probably because it's a rare specimen of Mianite fanfiction, but its still great! :D

Also, I shall be uploading more soon, it's just that I'm doing this little (not really) painful thing called Camp NaNoWriMo. If you don't know what that is, I don't encourage you to find out. Expect me to update more in August (Maybe). I think I also said this last chapter, but oh well.

Have a great day!

~ZZefyre