Continuation of Forest (See Chapter 6).

"Okay. I disappeared for a good seven months. My apologies." Jerome stared straight into the camera, and thought about what to say next, a pensive look on his face. "I honestly have no right to ask you guys that have been hoping for something from me for a while, but I'll do it anyway, because this means so much to me."

The bacca looked to the side, glancing at his best friend. Mitch motioned at him to continue on, and he trained his focus back on the device in front of him.

"I'm sure you guys remembered that time I worked to protest against the forest getting destroyed. Yeah, well for some reason, that no longer accounts for anything." Jerome winced, awkwardly glancing down at the ground, before his head rocketed back up, because of Mitch snapping his fingers at him. "Anyway, this forest I've lived in since childhood? Getting taken down.

"So what I'm asking is that you try to protest in any way, shape, or form. I really don't know, as Mitch kind of put me up to this..." Jerome stopped to glare at Mitch, before smiling slightly after remembering what Mitch was trying to achieve. "But yeah. Reward, if we do manage it, I guess I'll try coming back and recording me playing stuff? But this means so, so much to me."

Mitch ran up, pausing the recording. He obviously knew that I had nothing more to say. It was awkward trying to say something after so long of not showing up in public except for the occasional Hunger Games. Even then, those were small little local games.

"You did well. I'm just gonna…" He paused to click a button on the mouse. "Click that button and post it!"

"But Mitch, what if nothing happens. What if they hate me." Jerome spoke, as his left hand extended to hit to wall in frustration. "What if it's all for nothing." His voice was reduced to a mere whisper now, and Mitch frowned at how negative Jerome was being.

Mitch himself didn't know if it would work. There probably weren't enough people on the streets of Minecraftia that were fans of the fun-loving bacca to protect the forest now. "I-I really don't know what's going to happen."

The treehouse had been such an important part of their friendship, back in the early days. They always hang out here, whether it was to vent about how annoying one of the people in their old gang (Which soon became known as Team Crafted) was being, to talk about a girl that had caught their eyes, or even just to have a bit of quite time to work on something together.

"I guess the only thing I can do is hope." Jerome said, his voice rising to try to sound a bit optimistic.

Two days later, Jerome was slumped up on the wall outside of Mitch's house, silent tear tracks trailing down his face. Soon Mitch walked out, planning to walk to a store for some groceries. When he felt a tug on his jeans, Mitch froze, looking out towards the horizon, where an abundance of trees resided.

"It didn't work, Jerome. It didn't work." The words came out slightly strangled.

"Can I stay at your house…?" Jerome said, wiping away the tears.

"Sure biggums. Sure."

I. I have no words. That didn't come out the way it was supposed to. Gosh, now I'm all sad ;-;

Also, the character from the last one-shot was TheFearRaiser.