A/N: OMG! I'm so sorry this took me so long to write! WIll you ever forgive me? Sorry!
Mitch combed Jerome's fur. He had never had his fur brushed before, and it felt nice. It felt organized.
"When are we getting rid of him?" asked Matt, who was getting into his work uniform.
"Well, it's my day off, so I'm taking Jerome to look for jobs."
"Fine with me."
Jerome went to the unemployment office in the city. Players looked at different job options, and Jerome felt excited.
"Hello, welcome to the unemployment office. Can you please tell me your name?" asked the lady at the desk.
Jerome stared out the window. Was that his tribe scouring the city for him? Jerome had not showered, his scent would be trackable. "MITCH, I NEED TO KNOW HOW TO SHOWER, LET'S LEAVE, NOW!" Jeome yelled to Mitch.
"Hello?" the lady at the desk asked.
Jerome snuck out the back door with Mitch. "Dude, what's up?" asked Mitch. "You're scared!"
"That's my tribe." said Jerome. "They're hunting me down, and I still stink like a Bacca. We need to get somewhere safe, now."
Mitch pulled out a pickaxe. "Let's dig straight down, it's our only hope."
"They'll execute me if they find me, quick!"
They dug straight down, but mine wasn't a bacca's strength, but they were able to save themselves before the Baccas could find them.
TheDiamondArcher walked down the sidewalk, finished with her afternoon cardio. She couldn't help but notice about 100 furry creatures making slurping noises, swinging axes in a crowd, downtown in the city.
"What are you things doing in the city? You look like you should live in a swamp or something," she scoffed. "You look like a creature that my co-worker had to deal with, like what did he call it, a Bake-a?"
"You mean Bacca?" replied a tribe leader. "Yes, we speak Player, too. We don't like it, but it helps us to speak the language of our territories."
"Yeah, he must have slurped in the water to fish, disturbing the club-goers I guess."
"Jerome!" Jerome's mother said, hopeful. "He's alive!"
"Yeah, but not guilty. He's not in jail, FYI."
"Oh, yes! I love FYI!" said another tribe leader. "Fire to Your Infrastructure!"
"Would you please help us find him?" desperately asked Jerome's mother.
"We're still gonna have to execute him because of Bacca law," Jerome's father told his wife.
"I will, because I do, truly hate the lawyer that defended your criminal. He is so pathetic, and I have no idea how he won. But if you happen to know anything about players in this part of town, we help with a price. 250 emeralds, or no deal."
"We are Baccas, not players what makes you think we have emeralds?"
"I'll take those axes, they look pretty cool," TheDiamondArcher said, pointing to the new diamond axes the younger adult baccas were holding.
"Servants for a week."
"A week in this dump?"
TheDiamondArcher strutted away.
"Fine!"
The underground tunnels of the city made Jerome feel at home. No bright lights, no loud noises, no creepy street vendors selling tacos they bought at the local drugstore.
A group of black market vendors were trading on the other side of the tunnel, Mitch could hear. They could get something from them to escape.
"Jerome, this way!" called Mitch.
Jerome stopped sniffing the slime, and ran to join Mitch.
The run took much longer than expected to get to the other side, (even the chicken gave up :D) but Jerome was used to long walks and runs, so it as just like any other walk in the park. Mitch feel down, and Jerome carried Mitch on his back.
"Hey, what'ya want?" asked one dealer. He was smoking something supiciously illegal with his partner, eying the two weirdos in front of him.
"We need to escape quickly." Mitch said.
"Just use these," said another, and he pulled out two elytras.
Mitch and Jerome tried it on. Jerome jumped up and down, and he felt a little *woosh!
"You just gotta like, glide with it. I don't really know, it's like super brand new technology straight from Notch's place."
Mitch gleamed. He loved Notch, and his posters covered his childhood room. Mitch had Notch figurines, clothing, even his own little Notch briefcase.
"Notch approves, it must be good!" said Mitch happily.
"10 emeralds. Each." said the dealer.
Mitch handed over the money, and Jerome and Mitch ran away. They jumped out of the tunnels, and into the city streets again. Jerome could smell a Bacca scent nearby. They climbed to the top of a building, an office building similar to Mitch's. They jumped off glid (or is it glided?).
TheDiamondArcher felt a wind. "Is that possibly your guy?" She asked.
"Yeah!" yelled his mother.
"Look at him fly!" yelled his father.
Jerome and Mitch glid, and forgot the rest of the world. It flew past them, and all they could see was their apartment complex.
A/N: Sorry this took so long, again! I needed a break, plus I was sick, plus standardized testing, please forgive me kind readers! Thanks, and comment your thoughts down below! 3