I have an unhealthy Bastille obsession. But I haven't started shipping them with other band members yet, so I guess that's a good sign. (ALSO, IT'S BASTILLE DAY, RULERS! WE SHALL ALL CELEBRATE WHILE LISTENING TO BASTILLE SONGS ON REPEAT AND SINGING ALONG AND EATING CHOCOLATE!)
Anyways. THANK YOU FOR 8,000 READS. 8,000 FLIPPIN' READS. I JUST... I CAN'T... I CAN'T EVEN...
Eight. Thousand. Reads. I get on fanfiction and click on 'Manage Stories' and then 'Remind Me' and the view count is frickin' 8,000. Like, what!? As well as somewhere around 30 favorites and 30 follows. Yup. You can't even comprehend the happiness I'm feeling right now.
Thank you, Rulers. You mean so much to me. My face hurts from smiling so much.
Don't forget to vote for which ship you want in my new fic, if you like that kind of thing. The poll is on my profile. This story is almost over. I'm serious this time. Like, I'm thinking two or three more chapters? I dunno. Knowing me, I'll probably fail and end up going to like, thirty chapters. (Heh, no.)
Anyways, thanks again. I just can't even...
Remind Me
Ch 19
Sky's POV
"Notch bless Minecraftia,
Land of the squids!
Give us updates,
With... Nether brick gates,
So our fences
Don't look stupid
And mismatched!" the crazy Recruits sing, waving their hands in the air as one of them sprinkles ink sacs around the cage I'm trapped in.
"That's stupid," I comment.
"Shut up, don't insult the official Anthem of the Squids!" one replies.
"Official? I'll bet you five budder blocks you made that up sometime in the ten minutes. And judging by the way you paused, I'm guessing you thought up the second half in the last ten seconds."
"Shut up!" they screech.
I sigh. "C'mon guys. Just let me out, and we can all go back to fighting and pretend this never happened."
They gasp. "We are loyal to the squids, we will never fight them!"
"You were fighting them half an hour ago!"
"Don't mention it in front of our Squid Lord!" they hiss.
I groan. "Seriously!? You're worshiping a god that doesn't exist! Not to mention that, if he did exist, he'd be evil!"
"Okay, the evil part is totally irrelevant. And, no we're not! He's completely real! He'll protect us from the upcoming Squid Apocalypse! You've even met him before!" one protests. I raise an eyebrow questioningly. "His name is Derpollollollollol... lol... lollulus... erm... How do you pronounce his name again?"
I bang my head against the Nether brick bars of the cage. "This. Is. Past. Ridiculous."
They ignore me. "Now, the time has come to complete the ceremonial sacrifice! We must set fire to the sacrifice and praise Derpollollollollollollollollol...lolus while it burns!" the guy who was sprinkling ink sacs says. They all pull out their flint and steel. "Let the ceremony commence!"
Mitch's POV
"Calm down, we'll find them," Jerome says quickly. "Chill out." The Doods calm down slightly, enough for me to speak.
"Okay, Doods, you should probably help the Recruits, now. Some of you can help the group of Recruits that Seto and Ty are helping, and the rest of you can battle jumbo squids," I say.
"Mitch and I will take care of the Ssundee thing," Jerome reassures them. "But if you happen to find his glasses before we do, bring them to us." They all either nod or give us a thumbs up before running off to re-join the battle. Jerome sighs, glancing around the room. "This is wild," he whispers.
I reply quietly, "Sure is." Then I shout, "WOOHOO!"
Jerome laughs. "Yeah, buddy!" We run off, looking for the jag who stole Ian's sunglasses.
"Hey, dood, have you seen Ssundee's glasses?" I ask a Recruit. The Recruit's eyes widen in fear and she runs away, flailing her arms and shouting about Derp Ssundee. "Erm... Darn it."
Jerome raises an eyebrow. "Probably not your best idea, Biggums," he says, chuckling.
I can feel my face heating up. "Shut up," I say, unable to think of a witty reply. Uh... "Let's not forget the incident from five minutes ago when you said the same thing to about thirty of my Doods."
"Heh. Yeah." Stupid baccas, with their fur that covers their blushes. That is so not fair. I cross my arms and huff. "Aw, Mitch, don't be mad! I'll admit, we're both complete idiots. Okay?"
I roll my eyes, smile, and nod. A blue space suit catches my eyes in the crowded room. "Hey, it's Jason!" I say, pointing in his direction. "And he has Ian's glasses!"
"YAY!" Jerome shouts. He takes off toward Jason, and I follow him.
Quentin's POV
Oh, butts. The hissing is getting louder. The fuse on that TNT is long, but we can't have much time left. Trust me, I know these things. I'm an explosive genius. Er, wait. An explosives genius.
We have to find the TNT and get rid of it before it blows the city to pieces.
What's worse, when Brice came to make sure we didn't screw up the respawn machine while building walls, he figured out that the respawn machine was disabled before we even started building. And he needs Seto to make him a special potion before he can fix it. So, if the city blows, we're all gone for good.
We have to find that TNT.
"QUENTIN! WE HAVE A PROBLEM/BREAKTHROUGH!" Bashur hollers, running up to me.
"What is it?"
"One of the citizens was expanding his basement, and he found TNT! It looks like there's TNT underneath the entire city."
"Butts. How much?"
"Directly beneath the ground, there are two layers of open space, and then there are five layers of TNT."
"Beneath the entire city?"
"I think so."
"Double butts. Okay, um... I have an idea, but I'll need Sky's permission. Bash, can you ask Seth to give everyone water buckets and set up infinite water sources around the city?" I ask, forming a plan in my head.
"You got it." He races out of the room, going as fast as a melon on legs is able to.
I pull out my phone and quickly dial Sky's number. He answers almost immediately. "Hello?" he asks hurriedly in a panicky tone.
"Hey, Sky, it's Quentin. Can I flood the city and the area beneath the city?"
"What!? Why?"
"It's necessary to our survival."
"Yeah, okay, whatever. Go ahead. But can you somehow get someone else in Team Crafted to turn their phone on? I need one of them to help me immediately, as in this very moment, right now, no hesitation, hurry it up, but none of them will answer my calls."
"Yeah, sure, I'll do that. Bye!"
"Bye!" he shouts. There's a clattering sound, and when he speaks again, he seems farther away. "Ack! No! Don't touch me, you squid-loving pyromaniacs! Augh, stop it! I AM NOT MEANT TO BE SACRIFICED! AAH!" The call ends.
Uh...
Jason's POV
"Mitch! Jerome!" I shout, walking toward them. "Have you seen Ian? Or Sky?"
"As for Ian, the answer is 'No.' Another answer would be, 'Oh, snap, he's probably force-feeding someone cake.' And for Sky, I haven't seen him since we split up. Wasn't he with you?"
"We split up so I could calm the ones having panic attacks and he could help the mental ones," I reply.
"Doesn't sound good," Mitch says nervously.
"Guys!" Ty screeches, sprinting across the room to us and shoving people out of his way as he does so.
"What's up?"
"We got rid of all the mutant squids, but the jumbo squids are owning us," he says, leaning on his sword to catch his breath. "And Derp Ssundee is riding one of them."
Our eyes widen. "He's riding a jumbo squid?" Jerome asks.
Ty nods. "And he's talking on the phone at the same time. He's too high up for anyone to hear what he's saying, but I think he must be talking to Quentin."
"The fish? What makes you think that?" Mitch asks.
"Well, first of all: SsunKipz," Ty replies, rolling his eyes, acting as if it's completely obvious. He laughs a little. Then his face takes on a serious(ish) expression again. Mitch and Jerome, however, burst into a fit of laughter. "Seriously, though, jokes aside. We keep hearing things like 'GOOD NOTCH, IAN, CALM DOWN!' and 'FOR THE LAST TIME, I'M AN AMPHIBIAN!' So yeah. Pretty sure it's Quentin." Mitch and Jerome, who had recovered from their laughing fit only moments before, broke into loud giggles at the second quote.
After quickly composing ourselves, we draw our weapons and run outside. Three jumbo squids are spread across the area in front of the squid base. Dead Army soldiers are everywhere, trying to take them down, and Recruits and Doods are walking outside, taking in the situation, and then joining the battle. Ian is seated firmly on the head of the jumbo squid to my left. And, sure enough, he's yelling nonsense into his phone.
"Shoot him down!" Mitch commands.
"But don't actually hit him," I add. "Just shoot the air next to him, try to make him lose his balance and fall off." Jerome nods and repeats what I said, but louder and in a more commanding voice.
"NO! Hold your fire!" Seto shrieks, floating over to us. Ty tilts his head in confusion, while Mitch, Jerome, and I just look at him weirdly. "If you shoot him down, there's a very large chance that he will die from fall damage."
Ty's POV
"Then what do we do?" Jason asks.
They all turn to look at me. "What?" I ask.
"Sky's the one who usually makes these kinds of decisions. Logically, since we don't know where Sky is and you know him best, the life-or-death decision-making job has been passed down to you," Seto explains.
Seriously!?
"Uh, okay, fine, um... Just... Shoot him down anyways. Make him lose his balance, I mean. We'll try to catch him when he falls," I say after a quick mental debate.
They nod and pull out bows, aiming carefully so as to scare Derp Ssundee without harming him. Soon enough, Ian is falling. But, because we are all idiots, none of us are in position to catch him. We all rush forward, and Seto manages to catch him with a bit of magic a split second before he would have hit the ground.
While Jason and the others shove sunglasses onto Ian's face, I pick up the phone he dropped when he fell. "FOR THE LOVE OF NOTCH, IAN, HOLD BACK THE CRAZY FOR A FEW MEASLY SECONDS!" Quentin yells through the phone.
"Quentin?" I ask.
"Ty! Oh, Ty, thank goodness! Ian won't listen, I think he's gone Derp."
"Don't worry, we've got it under control now."
"Good. Okay, so Sky had an urgent message for you and the others. I tried to call you guys, but Ian was the only one who picked up. Okay, anyways, about Sky. He needs help, as soon as possible. Something about sacrifices and pyromaniacs?"
Oh, boy.