I am so sorry for the mega long wait for this chapter! I promise I will try to write more since I have school now but I will write a chapter after a get done with school :3

Chapter 3

Finding a way out

Feeling a rush of cold air he woke up shuddering and gazed about in the claustrophobic hallway of stone and dirt. Scared out of his mind he frantically looked for any sort of making light. Noting that he was surrounded by stone he pulled out his pickaxe and began mining at the stone. Soon after he mined to stones which was now cobblestone and started banging them against each other, after a while nothing happened, "C'mon this usually works!"

He blinked, "Oh yeah, I need wood."

He brought out a log and set it on the ground, starting over. After what seemed like hours there was a spark which made him jump. Hesitantly he tried in a few more times until one of the sparks landed on the wood and slowly set on fire.

He yelped and quickly pulled out two sticks and brought them close to the fire. When he did the sticks became eight which automatically confused him. When he was about to scream he heard a hiss from behind him and lowered his voice, "Witchcraaaafffftttt."

He stood with the torch in his hand and looked about curiously, "Hallo? Is someone there? Hm…"

He shrugged as he began talking to himself as he walked towards a familiar fork in the cave, "I better not be hallucinating … halluuuuuuciii-…"

Hisssssss….

It sounded closer this time. He jumped and whirled around, "Ok, George if that's you I want you to stop! This is not funny! Not. At. All."

Suddenly an odd looking green creature crawled out from a corner and stared at him with charcoal eyes.

He stared at it for a few moments, "… Uh, hello..?"

He did an unwise thing and stepped towards it. It hissed angrily and charged at him. Screaming like a little girl the human core dropped his torch and ran the opposite direction. As he ran he noticed that the way he going was leading him to a dead end. Filled with fear and anticipation he hid behind gravel as the creature crawled closer to the three block stack of gravel.

"Ah, c'mon think! What am I supposed to do!?" He whispered loudly to himself. Then he remembered his Crafting Table and plonked it down. Rapidly he took the two cobble stone he picked up and put a stick down at the bottom, praying that it'll work.

Soon he had a stone sword.

"Oh praise God it worked!" He was on the verge of tears as he picked up the sword and embraced it which caused him to open a wound on his cheek and arms. Flinching he handled the sword in a semi-correct way and peered beside the gravel to see the green four legged animal(?) standing there waiting for him.

He gulped and unwilling swung his sword mercilessly at it. There was another hiss and a sound of a bang and crumbling. Shakily he again peered at the small opening and saw that the thing was gone and what was left was a big hole and cobblestone lying about. He blinked, "Did… it… exploooode…?"

All the blood drained from his face as he realized it. Faint was about to overwhelm him, "Oh God… D-Don't faint n-now…!"

He breathed deeply a couple of times, though unable to calm down. He grabbed his work bench and looked around for anymore of those creatures, "I need to find a way out, like, now."

And so he began walking and brought out another stick which he dragged against the ground to ignite it again. Quietly but quickly he made his way to the fork and turned left to the light of the moon was emanating. Soon he saw where he fell and grinned in delight.

"Ok now that I found the exit I just need to jump over this gape and hopefully not fall down there…"

He repeatedly gazed at the exit and the drop nervously.

"I-I can't jump that far… I-I need a bridge! That's it! But… out of what?"

He looked behind him a noticed some dirt next to coal which he clearly didn't know at the time.

"Ok, that could work I'll just get some of this dirt and not waste any of my wood! Perfect!" It took some time he grabbed a few pieces of dirt with his wooden shovel and slowly began building a bridge.

"Seven should suffice… He, he alliteration." He walked back over to the edge and crouched to put the dirt on the border.

Slowly he built a zigzag dirt bridge which surprising supported itself. When he looked up he noticed that he was two blocks away from him. If he had two more dirt blocks he would've made it but he also noticed something else. A huge spider with beady red eyes was above him. He screamed at the top of his lungs and was about to run off the bridge gripping his sword fearfully but as he ran the spider brutally knocked him off the bridge and drop down five blocks. He shouted and shook in pain. Frightened, he looked up and ran as fast as he could as the spider jumped down after him. When he got passed the fork he was met with a corner was knew that he was trapped. He whirled around to see the spider following him, his gaze never leaving him.

Terrified he pointed his sword at it and swung recklessly as it jumped at him. He missed which let the spider bite him. Wheatley after yelling in pain stabbed the spider with his blade and kicked it off him.

The spider laid there dead while the poor human core panted heavily and touched his spider bite.

"Today is not a good day for me. First I got chased by wolves, a green thing and now I got bite by a mutant SPIDER! I-I need to get out of here!"

With a limp he ran over to where the dirt sat which was nearby and dug two more pieces, dashed over to the bridge and place one down, got on top of it and placed another down. The light was calling him and he raced towards the exit with tears in his eyes.

It was daylight.

He grinned happily as cried tears of joy. Surprisingly he remembered the path he took and dashed down the stone path and through trees. He saw a small pack of wolves as he passed by but he didn't noticed. As he ran he spread his arms out as the wind blew through his hair and clothes, "Oh how I miss this air! Ah, Ah… H-hey! G-George! I-I found you! You have no idea how much I missed you!"

He jumped toward him but something was amiss. There wasn't any ground underneath him. It was a ravine. Soon he found himself plummeting down to his doom…. Or so he thought.