Ponycraft: Survivor's Quest! (Minecraft)

(Chapter 4)

Fluttershy, Reporting In!/Getting Wood!

(Fluttershy)

Recon Report, Day 2

Um...this is Fluttershy, r-reporting in! In the first three days of reconnaissance, we've discovered a snow biome to the north...at least we think it's north. It's a few days ahead by the looks of it. It may be harsh to live in, but it's guaranteed to have water...a-at least if you boil it down. We would be able to use the water to make wheat from the seeds Applejack has collected, which then can be turned into water. This biome is recommended as a good temporary settlement until we reach the decision as to whether we wish to settle down or not.

Continuing the report, the strangers we saw from earlier seem to have run into trouble. We've seen only Yellow Shirt (we'll refer to them by color) and Red Shirt today. Yellow shirt seems to be using his shirt and...a coconut, I want to say(?), as an improvised flail. Red shirt is still stumbling about, feeling is way about the forest...actually, I think they were trying to get wood. They were doing a pretty poor job of it when we passed by on our way back, but then again, coconuts don't make good axes.

It seems like a lot of the cute critters we had in Equestria are also here in...oh. I guess we haven't named this new plane have we? Well I guess I'll schedule a neat little vote during the time we travel again after we discuss where we are heading to next, it'll make a good distraction. I think we'll be able to sustain a new Equestria here in this plane! Oh! That's a nice name: Newquestria! I'll suggest that while we travel.

Before I forget, I noticed something after we came back. Luna seems to have finally come up, but she's covered her right eye with cloth. I'm fairly certainly she's blinded, but she gets angry every time I ask her about. I found her mumbling about the sun being etched into her eye. Then she just, sorta started uttering some...weird words. I can't tell what the mean, but I can feel the magical distortion they carry. I don't want to be mean, but I think she saw something, and now it's...it's doing something to her. I'll have to talk to Twilight about it privately.

And now for bitter news...w-we came across some corpses today, it scared me to death! They  were half-eaten when we found them. A lot of the group has become skeptical and started pointing fingers at the humans, but it's not them. They're just trying to get by, just like us, but we'll keep an eye on them just in case. My friends and I believe its the of the monsters at night. That reminds me, we'll have to enforce a curfew, can't be too careful. I just hope I won't pass out again the next time I see one...I'll have to remind everypony that this place is not filled rainbows and happiness like Equestria. This world...is a very dangerous world.

I think that about concludes everything for this report. U-um, Fluttershy si-signing out!

(Fred)

Last night was hell. Every night seems to be hell, ever since Fred woke up on that beach. So was trying to chop this god damn tree down! Although, to be fair, trying to chop a tree down with a coconut is probably the worst idea they've had yet.

“Work faster, slave!” Fred snarled at Fruit Loop, basking in the shade.

“Shut up, Blindie!” Fruit Loop retorted, taking another swing with his flail in the sweltering heat.

“Tch! Whatever, Blondie.” Fred scoffed, mentally rolling his eyes.

“God, why are you always so hostile?! It pisses me off!” Fruit Loop grunts, swinging ever so violently at the poor tree.

“You wanna know what pisses me off? Listenin' to your whiny ass. Now get back to work!” Fred lied back, imagining servants at his side, fanning him gently in the heat.

The coconut, after taking so much abuse, splits open, causing Fruit Loop to immediately pounce upon the milk and lap it up off the ground, eating the insides of the coconut.

“Hey, did you open it up? Give me part of that!” Fred swiped blindly (hur hur) at the air like an idiot.

Fruit Loop turned to Fred, grinning mischievously.

“Sure, Freeeed...” Fruit Loop raised the other half of the coconut level to Fred's face.

“OH GOD THE SHPIDER'S EATIN' YOUR FACE, OH MY GOOOOOOD!!” Fruit Loop yelled,  smashing the inside of the coconut against Fred's face.

Fred failed to be amused, screaming and flailing at the coconut like his usual self in a seriously pathetic attempt to even hit it or get it off his face. After calming down, he shoots a nasty glare towards Fruit Loop...or rather a few inches to his left.

“Ass...hole.” Fred fumes with rage.

“Knock it off you two, we've got ground to cover and wood to get.” A familiar voice rung through the air.

“Steve Shirt!” Fruit Loop gave his beeeestest friend the biggetest hug in aaaaaaall of the world.

Steve lightly patted his odd friend's head, returning his gaze to Fred.

“Come on, get up.” He reached out a hand to Fred.

Fred took his hand grudgingly. While he certainly didn't trust the either of them, he knew that he could at least rely on Steve to an extent. He seemed like an okay guy.

Fruit Loop shared the coconut meat reluctantly. Whether he liked it or not, they were in this together, so they would have to eat together to live. But then again, everything tastes better when you share it! Fruit Loop stashes the quote away in his brain just for remembering later.

After they finished breakfast, they gathered around the 'bruised' tree, scratching their heads at it.

“Well, the only thing we had as a tool and or weapon was that flail, and even that didn't work very well.” Fruit Loop reminded the group.

Steve looked at the tree for a while and smirked a bit.

“Looks easy enough. Let's do this.”

“'Easy enough'? Steve, we don't even have any means of-,”

Steve's arm penetrated right through the hull of the tree, breaking through the core, and busting out on the other side. With several swift chops, the tree shattered into a pile of blocks of wood.

“...chopping it down?” Fred was going to say.

“Ooh, ooh, let me try too!” Fruit Loop jumped up to another tree, performing a mid air one-two kicking combo, tumbling the tree into three more blocks of wood.

As Fred watched (or rather listened to) the spectacle, he balled his hands up and flailed at the nearest tree.

He broke his hands.

-Several Hours Later-

Residing in the shelter of fallen trees (or rather their blocks), our heroes sat in darkness, for they had no light nor source of warmth to keep them company. Nay, the only comfort they could keep in the midst of the nightly noises of the monsters was in each other. Fruit Loop slept contently on Steve's chest, who didn't mind very much since he had already fallen into a deep slumber. Fred, however, could not help but hear the voices. The raspy hissing, the clanking of bones, and the distant cries of god knows what. It was all very real, which he knew for a fact now from his earlier encounter.

He hugged himself, scared, alone, and blind to all which was around himself. While he found Fruit Loop annoying as hell, and Steve a little bit...mysterious, he was glad he joined their company. He would've been dead without them, and even though he would never admit it, he did find Fruit Loop to be slightly amusing. He felt is way over to Fruit Loop's hip, which he reluctantly rested his head upon, closing his eyes and drifting to sleep.