Fun with Blocks Disclaimer: I do not own Minecraft. It was created by Markus "Notch" Persson, and is owned by Microsoft. All I own are my OCs, unless listed otherwise. Okay. Yea. Got some issues here. I do apologize to everyone who supported this story. I gave up on it for a while. Dealt with a lot of things. Depression and fucked up shit like that. Turns out I have some kind of permanent mental issue that can't be treated calle (Borderline Personality Disorder). It's some serious shit. Just for this Author's Note alone, I've already jacked up the rating on this story from T to M, hope you guys won't get too confused by it. May even gain some more popularity than before. Yay, popularity. Always a good thing, ya? Anyways, thanks to the few friends I have on here, namely SylentDoom (Go read his stories- They're pretty swiggity swooty! Maybe that will happen to me someday.. soon. [:3 lol I'm here too now- I'm Issy from the new title] then come back here.). Well, besides all that, it's been what, 3-4 MONTHS? I had originally been planning to come up with ideas, then type up and post a chapter back in MARCH. Time flies when you're… doing whatever I was. Various. Well, not sure if anyone particularly cares, but I have big plans for today. It's a fairly important date to me, so I'm like; why not type up a chapter or two? I won't bore you with what it is, but big ol' shoutout to CaptainBurke for being the first to get the reference; It was Finding Nemo by the way. Again, sorry to all you out there for the wait, making it up with a storm of chapters. One may even say it will be…. A Sandstorm of chapters. Rehashing old worn-out jokes that don't make sense in the current situation since 2014. New characters will be met. Plots will be set. Crappy work will be exempt. That didn't rhyme…. Oh… OCs may be accepted. (Send em in!). Read. Review. Repeat.
(Author's Note- That's me talking!) Narration "Thinking" "Others Talking"
Chapter 5- A Psychotic Encounter
By the way- the music that I listen to while typing this up is varied, but in this I was listening to Ain't no Rest for the Wicked by Cage the Elephants, and included it in a scene. Reasoning for this particular song is… BORDERLANDS BITCH! I don't own that either…
"Ugh…. What time is it?" I mutter as I lean over to see Skelly laying on top of me, in what one would describe to be a rather… Intimate position. (I ain't describing shit yet, you pervs!) It was a bit uncomfortable, but was all worth it when I saw the adorable smile on her sleeping face (Awww, feel the love.) I gently shook her awake, and she groaned as she got up spouting nonsense like, "The wolf did it" and "Why does rain fall on a clear day". I looked up to see it is not, in fact, a perfect day. (I could have done much more, trust me. One day, blood may rain in my stories. But that day is not today.) I hear a shriek coming from the woods as a girl about Skelly's age comes bursting through the bushes to my left, screaming as she dashes to me for me to help her. I hear another voice from the forest shouting, "RIP THE FLESH AND SALT THE WOUNDS!" (Oh god, not this guy again…) I look up only to see a bare-chested, scarred up man wearing brown, baggy pants and an odd mask with straps crossing over his head, that revealed only one eye, and had a spike. This man probably had some sort of breathing issue because he has a hose from the mouth and nose of the mask to a large bulky metal contraption. I had no real time to think about any of this as the man leapt off of a rock, yelling across the clearing, "I HAVE THE SHINIEST MEAT BICYCLE!" I barely registered the fact he had a rusted axe-esque weapon in his hand, but with a spinning sawblade in place of the hatchet. I could immediately see this man was a psychopath, and as I leapt up to defend the three girls behind me (I should PROBABLY mention that when he woke up Lone had been sleeping on his head as a wolf again, and she was violently thrown off when he leapt up to face this guy. Which he has no chance of fighting. Nope. Lone will be pissed for him getting thrown off. And he's dead. Consider him dead already-) This isn't exactly a boost of confidence right here… (I thought I turned this off… Well, whatever just ignore me from now on, then.) Well, it was obvious that I had no chance of fighting an extremely ripped, violent psychopath who had obviously- "I HAVE POWDERED MY COCKATIELS FOR THE RIBCAGE SLAUGHTERRRRR!" Yea, sure. I looked around, as though time itself slowed down as I faced my death. I heard a dark, ugh one may say, psychopathically creepy voice in my head say, "Looks like you'll need my help for once. Hey, just relax, focus on my voice and submit when I take control." I thought back, "Take control of… what, exactly?" only to feel my mind and body.. separate. It was like disconnecting a flash drive from the main computer, or unplugging a cord. I felt no longer in contact with my nerves and feeling, as though my consciousness had been shoved aside by.. Something else…. Someone else… taking control. Oh, damn. Is this what the voice meant?! I am NOT okay with this. Seriously. Not okay. "Nobody gives a-" I interrupted him quickly, "Just give back my body." This voice must think he's a pretty funny prick, when he put on a surprisingly good imitation of a country accent, "No can do buckaroo. I'm helping ya, ya get that? Savin yer ass, an these nice little ladies behind ya deserve a hero, neh?" "Since when were you country, and smooth like that?" "Since I felt like it. By tha way, Ahm you. Nice ta meetcha laddie. Now, screw off ya buggah! (Now a Scottish accent. I can surprisingly do a halfway decent imitation of this out of story.) I'll tell ya when you're safe, me boyo." I really had no choice in this matter but instead was able to look through the eyes of this 'Yu'. (Um… what? I think he said he was you and not Yu. As in, being you, or part of you.) Got it, Mr Other- Voice- Not- In- My- Head- man. (The name's Techhy, but you laddie, you can call me Overlord Techno, the founder of Overcord Enterprises, where we have two goals- To Grow and to Exter-) Okay, have fun with that. By the way, you broke your own fourth wall. Have fun picking the shards of that up… (MY HANDS! ARE! BLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDINNNNNNNG! BLEEEEDING! AND NOW THEY'RE DISSAPEARING WITH THE REST OF THE WALL! OH GOD! Wait… that was just the shards. My hands are still here. I can type.) Back to what I had been thinking, I could see what this other guy was seeing, and I saw time return to normal speed as he slid smoothly to the side, barely avoiding a blow from the Psycho-Man's Spinney Axe. [OOH! OOOOOH! I KNOW THIS! IT'S THE BUZZ AXE!] *Play Ain't no rest for the Wicked, or Short change hero, but the first is highly recommended, due to the lyrics…* He then grabbed a conveniently placed tent mallet, then brained the Psycho in the back of the head with it, then spin- kicked the man into the dirt, all in one move. Damn, this guy's good. I'm thoroughly impressed here, not that I'd ever tell him that. "You're in my head. I can hear you. Plus, I'm not some guy. I'm you, but if you prefer, though, my name, or what I should go by, is Willingham Brindley. Call me Will." "Okay, Will, you almost done using my body there?" "NOPE. Not even close. This is fun though, isn't it?" He proceeded to then leap into the air, gripping the mallet two-handed, and everything turned into a tint of red. Oh, no. I know what's going on. Blood lust. Will, on the other hand, was having the time of his newfound life, bashing, whacking, until he started to sing. This wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for several reasons. First, he's killing a man in my body. Second, his voice is creepy as a demon. Third… well, listen to him. "ThErE aIn'T nO rEsT fOr ThE wIcKeD, mOnEy DoN't GrOw On TrEeS. i GoT bIlLs To PaY, mOuThS tO fEeD, aIn'T nOtHiNg In ThIs WoRlD fOr FrEe. I cAn'T gIvE uP, i CaN't HoLd BaCk, Oh YoU kNoW i WiSh I cOuLd. Aw ThErE aIn'T nO rEsT fOr ThE wIcKeD, uNtIl We ClOsE oUr EyEs FoR gOoD." (Why do I do this to myself? That part, man, that part… Took so fucking long) This being sung by the newly-controlling will as he then smashed down with the mallet and, quite graceful to my surprise, beat the absolute shit out of the guy, spinning, dodging, and lunging with finesse. He then did a final pirouette and bitchslapped the psychopath (Obviously the one in the mask, not himself. He IS psychotic, though…) [WELL SO ARE YOU BIIIIIIIITCH!] (The fuck?) The man in the mask was sent flying and impacted rather painfully, uttering a "My pecs… have pecs…" before falling unconscious. I turned to the girls that were staring at me fearfully a few meters away. The one who called himself Willingham- "I prefer Will" – had receded, giving me control once again. I quickly studied the new girl in between Lone and Skelly. She had Golden-Auburn hair and eyes (Fuck you this is my story, mmhmm!), and was wearing a green hoodie and green stockings. With… No pants. Okay, that just happened. Turning away from the girl, still in shock from the man who had been chasing her, I asked Lone,
"Okay, can anyone other than me just repeat what happened in the past… Thirty seconds? Yea, that seems about right."
Unfortunately, it did not appear that any of the three girls before me felt safe after the stunts I –I mean Will- just pulled off. Lone, who was still a wolf, whimpered and turned when I looked at her. Skelly slid back another foot, and the new girl just stood there shaking. I thought to myself,
"Oh god what have I done?" 'More like what WE did, my boy! With your body and my stunning skills, we completely went ape-shit on that crazed freak-' "I'm a freak now too; I scared them when you went insane on me and sang that song…"
'Here's a good lesson to learn, and you ought to know it- They ain't worth your time if they can't trust you when you SAVED THEIR LIVES.'
"Fair point. So what do I do now? I feel terrible, and rejected. I think it's best I just go back home, and try to move on. Hey, maybe I can make a snow golem or something to keep me company!"
'Genius coping, laddie! Especially since I can transfer my consciousness to any living creature, and through me, you can control THEM! After all, since our souls were tied, you can pretty much control me and use my consciousness. I'd rather you didn't, mind you, but it's possible.'
"Hm… ANY creature?"
'So long as they are intelligent enough to be susceptible to my 'mind-probing', yes.'
Oh, all the things I could do with this.
AND THAT'S A WRAP!
I planned on uploading this yesterday, but for some reason I was so tired that when I turned off the alarm, I fell asleep until 4 in the afternoon, leaving NO TIME to write or upload! Many apologies, and do please take the time to write a review, favorite, and/or follow this story. It means a lot to me!
OH! BEFORE I FORGET! I created a poll on my profile for what the next thing Isaac/Will should do with his newly-acquired powers. This will affect the entirety of the story, and pretty much decide what kind of person Isaac truly is-
A sadistic evil asshole?
A person who just wants to be accepted?
Or someone who is generally kind (Not forcing anyone into anything)?
VOTE! OVERLORD TECHNO DEMANDS IT!
This was Techhy, and have a nice day. [By the way, I'm Issy From the new name! and review and shit, it took a lot to get him to write another chapter! DO IT!]