*Krash!*
And there goes my life.
*Swoosh*
And there goes reality.
*Boom!*
And that's pain, right there. Ouch.
Yeah, slamming into the ground at what felt like 200 miles an hour hurts... Okay, maybe I exaggerated the speed a little, but what did you expect? I sure as nether can't accurately measure my own velocity while I'm thumbing towards the ground after having fallen through a portal.
Speaking of, there's that portal again, and it looks like-
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
F.M.L.
*Poomf*
"Son of a-" Wait, that's not my voice. And that hurt a lot less than I was prepared for, you know, when someone falls on top of you and lands on your back with their knees first, you expect a bit more of damage. I wouldn't be surprised if I'd lost all feeling in my lower body. Thankfully that doesn't seem to be the case, I can still feel and wiggle my toes.
And now to-
"Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh"
I'll say it again, F.M.L.
*Poomf*
Yes, that is apparently the sound effect for people falling on top of each other... Deal with it.
Fortunately, that hurt far less, but I can still feel the weight of these two people on top of me, and I'm going to be honest, it's heavy for me. And I won't be afraid to admit, I'm fairly weak. This is part of the reason why I have yet to describe the son's of bitches lying on top of me, since I'm lying pinned down on my stomach. All I can see is a face full of grass, and maybe a little bit of sky, not sure, my hair and my hoodie are making it hard to see. My arms are unfortunately tightly pinned to my sides and I'm unable to move them from the weight on top of me.
So yeah, I'm stuck, laying under some kind of portal that's spitting out people on top of me from a considerable height. Wonderful.
*Poomf*
F.M.L.
AGAIN? How long is this going to go on for? I don't even have the energy to comment on how this dump turned out, since you and I both already know I simply ended up pressed further into the ground with more weight on top of me. Also, none of the people on top of me seem to be responding. Either they're dead, or out for the count. Just my luck. Wait, scratch that, I can feel some movement, and I think I can hear someone's breath. They also aren't cold, so they simply seem to be out of it. Well, more for me to beat up after this then I guess. Yay.
*Poomf*
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu-
*Poomf*
Are you fucking ki-
*Poomf*
This isn't funny an-
*Poomf*
You know what, while all that's going on and I'm simply increasing the rating of this story with my profanities, It might be better if I simply tell a bit about myself. Name's Ashley, just Ashley, I'm seventeen years old and I'm an orphan. Me and my sisters, or actually friends, (we're not really related by blood) all come from the same orphanage. Or more accurately, we basically run the damn thing. Our caretaker kinda went and got herself arrested. Don't worry, she deserved it.
After that, we kind of took over, in a sense. Not really, the authorities wouldn't let an orphanage be simply run by children, but by the time the old hag got taken care off, Olivia, the oldest one of us was old enough to fill the position, and together with her, we made the whole place better for all. And we could all stay, while we kind of did whatever we wanted to.
Appearance wise, I'm rather short, slim and fairly light skinned. Blonde hair and amber eyes.
And no, I don't get made fun of... much. Most comes from my sisters, but I know they don't really mean it, they're just trying to get a reaction out of me. Anyone else who tried being a funny guy... well, let's say they were to scared to even inform the cops what happened after they were found a day later.
No, not because they were dead. More like they knew what would happen if they did, and they were totally fine with it, because they knew they deserved it for whatever they did to me. If you haven't guessed, I'm one of the youngest ones in our group, the only ones younger than me would be Katy, Jody and Mary.
Now, speaking about my sisters, I wish to know if it's them possibly lying on top of me, or if I'm currently being suffocated under a pile of people I don't know. But it would totally be something my sisters would do, jumping after me when I fall into a random portal.
Eleven, eleven people are currently lying on top of me. Was I having a hard time breathing, yes. Was I able to do anything about it, no. Was it absolutely infuriating? HELL THE FUCK YES!
*Hiiiiiiiiiisssssssssss*
Holy shit! There's only one thing that can make a sound like that.
"CREEPER!" Someone on top of me screamed, the weight of my back disappearing fast enough for me to actually be lifted into the air before falling back down to the ground. I greedily took in as much air as I could before I would have to follow the example of the people who basically doomed me.
...
*Muuah...*
Yeah, being squished like that takes a lot out of you, therefore, about all I managed was a tired moan, I wasn't even able to lift my head of the ground! Whelp, guess this is how I die...
Wait a second here. Creepers aren't real. Great, someone's a jokester, and we've all been made fun of. But I suppose I do owe them one for freeing me.
While getting up wasn't an option, I could still listen. The problem being, I heard jack shit. Everyone seemed to have decided to let me suffer in silence, great.
Eventually, I managed to muster up enough energy to actually lift my head and move my arms a little. As I looked up, I saw that I was surrounded by all of my sisters, all of them dressed in costumes. Right, we were going to a convention! In fact, I seemed to be wearing my own costume as well. But instead of doing anything, they all seemed to be in some kind of trance, all looking at something. Following their gazes, I realized I had sat up without noticing and now seemed to have full mobility back. Turning towards the source of attention, I saw-
HOLY SHIT! How is she doing that?
All of us were looking at a very confused Cory, who was flying, on fire and had some form of cylinder shaped crystals orbiting around her, yet, she seemed more confused and shocked than in pain.
Not screaming while on fire, usually meant some form of precaution had been taken not to get burnt, or that the fire was fake. So I assumed she was in no danger, and was responsible for that herself. The flying and the crystals? We'll get to that.
Looking around, I realized I was the only one of us not completely hypnotized by Cory. I shook my head. They were all either completely brain dead or distracted by her body in that kind of outfit. I knew she was sexy, but seriously, I didn't think she was that sexy that she turned all the others on like that. Or I was simply missing something... Probably that. After all, even Katy and Mary were looking at her, and Cory was also looking at herself.
Looking at my sisters, I noticed that all of them beside Olivia were here, and all of us in costumes that seemed to be around the same theme. Minecraft mobs. All of our costumes based around the human versions from the 'Mob Talker' mod. And considering Cory was currently flying... We now had become real life versions of them...
Looking over all of them, I decided to see how much the costumes had changed. Apart from our costumes being much like they were, since they had been pretty spot on, most of the changes were more to our own bodies, and the material we had used for our costumes. The colored fabrics had much smoother coloration's. Whatever that portal had done to us, it had done a damn good job.
We now looked like real versions of the 'mob talker' mobs.
Cory was looking great as a Blaze:
Katy being the cutest of Silverfish:
Mary looked good as a Cave Spider:
Her actual (biological) sister Jody, was of course a regular Spider:
Jade, hadn't even noticed she was not made out of flesh and blood anymore, I don't think I'd ever be able to live as a slime:
Raven was of course the tallest of us, and naturally had chosen to be an Enderman (Girl):
Rick, the only male out of us all, had gone as a Zombie:
Helga, was our group's Ghast:
Vilma, (I think she has a fetish for revealing clothing) had decided to be a Skeleton:
Dory... Had at first not wanted to come with us at all, but was eventually convinced to do so. She was dressed up as a Zombie Pigman (Girl):
And last, but not least was Ann, she had gone as a Magma Cube:
Yep, we looked good. And you know it. Of course, I had originally wanted to be the Zombie, but the others said it would be easier to be a Creeper, since I already had the hair and eye colors:
Well, this one HELL of a morning. Oh, look. The others are regaining their brains.
"What?" "Cory, You're burning!" "Why are you flying?" "Are you a Blaze?" "Uhm..."
Yeah, it wasn't easy on my ears.
