A/N: Yes! DA NEXT CHAPTER IT'S HERE! *spongebob voice* It's here, it's here, it's here! Tutur-tutur-tu-tu-tudur- *normal voice* sorry. XD I chose to be crazy today. And horray for the fifth chapter of over 2,000 words! *airline woman* Please proceed on with the story...and hope you enjoy the chapter. Have a nice day!

'~ CHAPTER 9 ~'

~~~West Side~~~

Annabel's POV

It was early the next morning, probably around the breaking dawn of the day. I had no idea why, but it seemed normal for me to wake up at this time. One important thing you should know is that between all of us Overworld Minecraftians, we had chosen leaders, who would take charge of each building. Twister was the leader of the east side, Catalin for the north, and -yes, you guessed it- I was the one leading the west side. Another thing you should know is that…well...we have a few special abilities too. We as in: all the leaders, Kittens from the north side, and me.

Shortly after we four, as friends, were transported here, we had spotted someone who looked vaguely familiar…

"Catalin, do you even know where we're going?" Twister complains from the behind us, "My head still hurts from all the 'traveling'."

"Yes," she firmly says. I could easily tell she was starting to get irritated, "There should be a village near, just be patient." And just as Catalin had predicted, we approach a village, except…this one was in ruins. There was some combat action going on down in the newly found place. Knowing Catalin's instinct and knowing her for the longest out of us four, I wasn't surprised, as she sped down a sandy path to the village and got in on the fights with her iron sword, slicing a good amount of mobs. The other two girls and I smile wielding out our own iron and budder swords, joining in ourselves.

But before I could take my first swing at a stumbling zombie, a person off in the distance frantically waved at me before ducking again. I knit my eye brows together at the wooden pole which, to me, the weird man waved from. The top part of his body peeked out again, this time, waving me over. He then pointed to my friends and waved in a 'come here' motion. Not sure if I should trust this person, I went ahead and managed to call over my three friends without gaining much attention from the other fighting Minecraftians and mobs. We crouched heading over, and recognized the 'weird man' as Notch! The ruler of the Overworld!

"Oh my Notch, you're…the Notch," Twister fangirls for a moment, "What are you d-"

"Shh!" he urges, placing his pointer finger against his lips, "Keep your voice down. The question is though, why are you killing those mobs?"

"Because…they're bad," Kittens scoffs, earning a whack in the arm by me. Kittens should know better than to scoff in Notch's presence.

"You're not from here are you?" Notch asks in realization.

"I…don't think so," I respond for really all of us, "What's going on? Where are we?"

"I don't know how to describe that, but Herobrine rules here," he depressingly says, as I realize war was still going on, hearing a grunt and a body slamming against a wall to our right making us wince. I was shocked though, that this Notch here didn't even jump or flinch, "And I hate to think of it, but one day, I won't be able to run from Him, and Herobrine will catch me."

"Then we'll protect you," Catalin bravely says, crossing her sword across her chest.

"I'm afraid you can't. No one can run from Herobrine, but somehow I miraculously did," Notch continues, "But you four can help me."

"Anything you say," Twister replies before any of us three could.

"I want you to have these," he says, holding out four Nether stars with different colors. They glowed four individual shiny hues: brown, blue, orange, and yellow. "Herobrine will never see it coming." Before I could even make a sound, Notch tossed the stars about our heads and they shined brighter, the colors of each star now radiating off all four of us. Catalin had brown, Kittens had yellow, Twister had blue, and I had red. "Now you four hold the keys to keeping this world from total destruction."

My view for this world changed that day. It wasn't just another dimension, but one with life. Within around two months, I learned that things were opposite from the world I knew as the Overworld. It all slowly made sense, as I tried to continue my life, as well as the others. Deciding though, that I had enough of day dreams and flashbacks for one day, I finally got out of my bed, and walked out to the stairs. I froze in my tracks seeing MinecraftUniverse already up and awake, as he had a feather and a piece of paper in front of him.

"Morning, TrueMU," I say, startling the visiting Minecraftian, "What's got you up so early?"

"BajanCanadian," was all he had to say for me to understand, "I'm writing a letter to send to him and to the rest of my friends."

"You know, MinecraftUniverse, you don't have to write a letter," I chuckle, "We can just take a short walk there, if you'd like."

"That'd be nice," he replies in a more relaxed tone, "We can do that later. I think we should give everyone else a chance to wake up."

"Good idea," I wink and point a playful finger at him, "Breakfast?"

~~~East Side~~~

Sky's POV

"What do you mean?" she whispers, walking towards me.

"I think you'll just have to come in here to see," I sigh, retracing my steps backwards to the guest room. With my back against the door, I opened the guests' room door, revealing the same scene that shocked me. Just like mine, Hope's eyes landed and stayed right at Deadlox's bed. And it felt like a replay of what happened, as she stepped closer to bed and picked up Deadlox's headset. I curiously watched her, as she carefully examined the broken microphone and dusted it.

"Glow stone dust…" she softly says. Then she searches the headphones.

"What is it, Hope?" I ask, as Hope was closely looking at…something. I stood a close distance to her, as in her hands she revealed the mystery substance.

"Netherrack," she simply says, taking in every angle of a chipped corner from said block type. It was safe to say that I was just as puzzled as Hope was. What was Netherrack doing in our-no, this house. I refuse to call this our home.

"Morning guys," Avernus greets mid-yawn, as he slightly stumbled through the door, "What's…up? Something wrong, Hope?"

"Deadlox went…missing," Hope hesitantly replies, walking towards Aver, tearing up again, "Sky found…h-his headset…b-broken." And the tears came flowing. 'Time to take over…'

"How did this happen?" Aver asks, looking my direction, as he took Hope into his arms.

"We don't know," I sadly say, "But Hope also found a few specks of glow stone dust and a small piece of Netherrack. And I doubt that anyone here has been to the Nether recently."

"I agree," Aver nods his head in agreement; his voice fading to a whisper, as Hope was still leaning against his chest. And suddenly, it was like a light bulb popped on top of his head, as his eyes brightened, saying his next words which seemed a very low possibility.

"Unless…someone here isn't who they say they are."

~~~North Side~~~

Kitten's POV

I warily watched BajanCanadian the next day, or basically the first day after Bajan was found injured. Everyone else but Jerome and I were taking this too loosely. Bajan may have said that he felt fine, ate normally, and has even been able to run around, I couldn't trust his judgment, and Jerome totally agreed. Jerome and I had made a secret pact for at least one of us to keep Bajan in sight. Basically, if I need to go out to get food or weapons, Jerome would 'stalk him' till I got back, and vise versa, if he needed or just wanted to go out. But within all of this, I still forced Bajan to wear a bandage covering up his stomach area, not taking 'no' for an answer.

Currently, everyone but Darx and Ronan were home, all of us tending to the garden we have behind out house. It was the one advantage the north building had, as compared to the east and west sides, which had no room for a garden. Our garden was separated into thirds, one growing carrots, another with potatoes, and the last one growing wheat, going from left to right. Jerome and I took the center, which held the potatoes; Charity and Bajan were taking care of the carrots. And Catalin was harvesting the wheat, since we decided we didn't want so much, we got only a few seeds, because it took so long for them to grow. Looking back though, we got most of our bread from the shop in the center of this little neighborhood. Anything we harvest from here was considered extra if someone wanted it.

As per-usual, Jerome and I took turns in watching the injured Minecraftian, since we didn't want to make it look so obvious to our group or any by-passers. It was my turn, as I pretended to stretch for real though. I have to be bending in order to get the potatoes! I would just crouch down to the bushes' height, but I'd have to stand to grab the damn thing. I'd be looking like an elevator going up then down and up and down again; it just would be plain stupid to just crouch.

"Hey, that was my carrot," I heard Bajan laugh, trying to take a carrot from Charity, who did her best to keep it out of Benja's reach, "I heaved it out from the dirt."

"Yeah, and I harvested it," she smugly responds, putting said carrot in her portable chest. I could only imagine what happened there, as I switched again with Jerome. I felt a small pang…no, screw it. I felt a huge pang in my chest, just thinking about that, Bajan's laugh ringing over and over again in my ears. It was just too hard to forget. His laugh may be deeper than most I've met, but it's that type that makes you feel that you'd just have to laugh with him too. I stopped…and thought. 'Pfft, no; no, no, no.' I shook my head unknowingly. I wasn't jealous, was I? Besides, when Bajan and his friends are back on their feet and we head to the Nether for the necessary glow stone, they'll all be gone. It won't matter…will it?

A/N: Oh yes, it will, Kittens. So, thought I should update all of you who are following this story and/or any of you who just discovered this story. I wanted to give y'all a heads up, saying that expect slower updates for this story. Now, I'm not abandoning the story or going on hiatus or anything dramatic like that, but just expect delays. I promise to update (if worst comes to worst) at least once a week. Same thing goes for "The Life of a Hero" if some of you following that story also. I have been randomly depressed recently, and I still am. The depression has gotten me to a point where I don't feel like writing much, so I have been drawing in place of it. I brought myself to type this chapter for the update, and yeah…that's pretty much it. Hope you understand and if you read to this point, it tells me that you care. Thanks for your patience and the support, and I'll see you guys in the next update. :)

~Henderschmidt11