Prologue

“Are you seriously still using that Slenderman skin?” Hunter asked, as he refilled his cauldron. The young warlock having botched his latest recipe. Unbeknownst to his friend, he was trying to formulate a basic potion that would turn one’s skin blue, but for some reason Lapis Lazuli was having a rather... different effect.

“Heck yeah I am using it, don’t mess with a classic. Plus then I would have to change my name and I am not ditching this name.” Codename Slendy said as he spawned another pig in a minecart as it went in circles around the track, which easily amused him.

Hunter sighed as he put his ingredients away, looking for more inspiration. “I know there’s more mods in this pack, why don’t we find something else to do? I wanna put some of these potions to use.”

“I know but this is entertaining enough for now, I wonder how many pigs I could spawn before the game crashes or the server reaches maximum npcs.” Slendy wondered aloud.

“Roughly a few billion, assuming they’re all loaded. Half that if they have their own individual minecart.” Hunter replied as he looked through his various chests full of plants, animal parts, and all varieties of odd sundries.

He was getting tired of hearing the constant oinking and minecarts on rails, his next goal was to brew a tincture that could deafen the sound of something. Extra mandrake combined with a fermented spiders eye seemed like it would work, but alas all he managed to do was create a lot of smoke.

Sitting down and thinking was difficult for the young witch. Another thing he found obnoxious was how his friend kept referring to him as a ‘warlock’. Warlocks didn’t have the wherewithal to truly use nature to craft miracles like he hoped to. Still, it was tolerable. What wasn’t tolerable...

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Was the constant sound of the minecarts. The pigs would be so much better if Slendy would use more variety; like, spawn a few wolves. Hunter was low on Tongue of Dog as usual. But Slendy just did whatever he wanted.

‘I’ve had it up to here with these darned pigs of his... maybe... hmmm...’ Looking back to his cauldron, he began devising a solution. He couldn’t very-well kill the pigs, more would just be spawned in their stead.

But he could stop the movement of the minecarts at least. That would give him some peace of mind for a while. Heading over to his spinning wheel he wove several bands of string together into a spiders’ web, the magical properties of the spinning wheel itself allowing for a very sticky web, despite the string having been grown from cotton. Weaving the web with more string he reinforced his creation. A much denser, stickier web. This would be perfect for what he had planned.

Sighing, he got up and headed back to his ingredients. “Let’s see, I’m going to need a few things.” He muttered to himself as he often did while absorbed in his work. “Some nether wart to start with... the webbing, some gunpowder...”

As Hunter worked, Slendy turned to face him “Hey, look, now there’s two pigs in minecarts on the track!” He said happily.

“Your skill at pushing a button connected to a command block for the second time is... inspiring.” Hunter said, sarcasm heavy in his voice. He walked over to his cauldron, and under the shade of his favored large hawthorne tree, he began brewing, placing his ingredients into the large, boiling pot. “Wood ash, a few cocoa beans... hmmm... I can’t get to the spirit world yet, so no wispy cotton...” Lamenting his lack of the perfect final ingredient, he bottled the brew getting only a single bottle worth of potion from the entire brew. He really needed to expand his horizons as a witch before he could improve his bottling technique. A seer stone would help with that. That should be his next project, he decided.

But for the meantime... he held the flask of his most recent creation in his hand.

“Hey look, I’m in a minecart now too!” Slendy said as he and the two pigs went in circles around the small track.

Hunter sighed, and returned his gaze to the potion. Yes, this would be sufficient. Or would it. Perhaps if he made a hardening agent...

“Hey is it me or is it a little updog in here?” Slendy asked.

Hunter groaned. “I’m gonna get this over with now.” Walking over to where the track was, he sat down on the ground, watching his friend and the pigs go around and around with no sign of stopping. “Fine. What’s updog?”

“I don’t know, what’s up with you?” Slendy remarked happily, finally getting someone in on his joke, even if they knew about it.

“You know what else is ‘up’?” Hunter asked, his expression changing to one of devious mischief.

“Political unrest in the middle east?” Slendy asked.

“That too...” Hunter sighed, the action removing any trace of his impish intentions. “Hey, I got something to show you.” He said slowly.

“Oooo what is it? Is it a muffin?” Slendy asked as he hopped out of his minecart.

“Nope. I call it ‘incentive’.” At the last word, Hunter tossed the potion at the tracks and a giant morass of webs sprouted from the liquid and halted the movement of all the minecarts, the webs expanding out far enough to cover most of the track. Cutting them all down would definitely be a two-person job, and with the command block in the midst of the webbing, removing the webs with code would take just as much time to do should one decide to simply try and walk through the webs.

“Aww, why’d you go and do that? I was having fun.” Slendy pouted.

“Well, I have a request that doesn’t involve pigs, minecarts, or... fooling around. I need a Quartz Sphere and you’re going to help me.”

“Fine, what do you need me to do?” Slendy asked still a bit miffed that his pigs are now halted by webs.

“Well, for starters, I need to get some Nether Quartz. Sixteen samples to be exact. I don’t have many potions of fire resistance, so being in the nether is going to be dangerous without armor of any kind. These robes of mine are not made for combat.” Hunter looked across the base. “But, even before that, we’ll need to find a way to the nether.”

“Want me to just spawn one in? I’ve gotten pretty good with the command block as of late.” Slendy suggested.

“I’d rather earn my accomplishments, besides. Do you even know the coded name for the Quartz Sphere? Or, past that, the ID and metadata?”

“Uh, no.” Slendy said disappointedly.

“Well in that case, let’s work on a Nether Portal. We’ll need to get some lava.” Hunter thought further about the task before him. He’d have to go pretty far underground... and far away from his witchery setup. He would need to take his things with him, just the essentials...

“I’ll get digging then.” Slendy said as he drew his diamond pickaxe and wooden spade. ”Heh, if we run into monsters while digging it will be like a three dimensional game of Dig-Dug.”

“Except we have no way of inflating our enemies until they pop.” Hunter pointed out. “Now then, I will be getting ready.”

Hunter walked back to his grove, and began preparing for the venture.

“Oh boy, here I go kil-er I mean, here I go mining again.” Slendy said to himself with a smile on his face, Krombobulous Michael would be proud.

Once the portal to the Nether was made and the trip, made uneventful by Slendy’s spamming of the spawn and give commands to basically aid in whatever project needed to be done.

Once back at base, and the Quartz sphere made, Hunter began work on the process of creating the Seer Stone while Slendy was complaining about how much work he did for a stupid ball of quartz.

“This ‘stupid ball of quartz’ is a divining rod for in-depth information on one’s self, telling you things that even you don’t know or have forgotten.” Hunter said indignantly. “Or, it will once I’m done with it. Now... uh, let me see...” Hunter trailed off as he began searching through his notes on what exactly he needed for the process.

“I’m going to go make a rollercoaster now, bye bye!” Slendy said as he turned to walk away with a grin on his face, oh the pigs would have so much fun on it...Well, if they could even develop sentience to know what fun was.

“Wait, hold on, I have something.” Hunter said, holding out a small, hooked device made from bone, iron, and emerald. Boline in hand, Hunter got to work removing the webbing around the previously-stuck command block, the webs being removed quickly and efficiently, not even being torn to simple strings by the precision of Hunters’ tool. “There, you can have your command block back.”

“Yay, happy day!” Slendy said, overjoyed that his precious block was returned to him.

“Alright, now onto that... darn.” Hunter said as he looked at his notes and recipes. “I’m gonna need a Ghasts Tear.”

“Here you go!” Slendy shouted as he mashed buttons into the command block only to spit out a ghast a few seconds later. ”Have fun!” He said after he spawned the monstrosity in front of his friend.

Hunter was at a loss of words, and, unequipped for combat, began running for his grove. The ghast, having easily spotted Hunter began spitting fireballs at him. Ducking behind tree after tree, each one being burnt to ashes and splinters in seconds, he had little choice. He had to figure out a way to kill the thing.

“Slendy, get a potion from my chest!” He yelled. A potion he had brewed in idle boredom may be exactly what he needed at this very moment. “You’re looking for a purple label with a cyan liquid!”

Hunter thought over that. “No, wait, get me...” Hunter’s mind raced.

He had a potion of Fire Resistance and strength that would easily help combat this mob that was currently destroying everything around it, setting their base up in flames and filling the landscape with craters. “Orange! Red orange with a blue label!”

“Why would you label a red potion with a blue label?” Slendy asked as he went over to the chest and began looking through its contents for the potion his friend sorely needed. After a few seconds he found it and tossed it over to Hunter who was hiding behind a quickly diminishing tree line.

Hunter downed the potion and felt a surge of power flow through him, and the heat of the flames no longer bothered him. The impacts of the fireballs themselves still hurt, but the DoT and environment was no longer dangerous, and with his temporarily increased strength... He leaped at the Ghast to stab it... but the Ghast simply floated upwards out of his reach. In a desperate attempt to damage the offending mob, Hunter climbed up a tree but was knocked off before he could leap towards his target.

A single moment later he dove for his store of potions and grabbed the first offensive-labelled potion he could find. With a quick toss towards the Ghast, he scored a direct hit! The Ghast let out a keening shriek of confusion and pain. It had been blinded. Unfortunately for the players, this merely enraged the mob and it began shooting destructive fireballs in every possible direction, tearing up the landscape it could no longer see.

Hunter began searching his stashes of equipment for anything that could help him in this situation. He took a look at his various potions, brews, salves and poisons. He needed something effective. He grabbed a small bottle that was an odd, dark brown. This would certainly help. He threw the brew of Sinking at the frantic Ghast who, upon being splashed with the vial’s contents, plummeted to the ground, as it’s abilities of flight were nullified. Now that the beast was grounded, Hunter yelled for Slendy to attack with the diamond sword that had been spawned in a while ago.

Once the Ghast had been killed, the duo looked around at their base. It was a total mess. Hunter sighed and looked at his grove and garden. All his planted reagents were burnt to a crisp and the grove was just a crater-pocked mess, not even the Heart glyph of his chalk circle made it. He’d have to start all over. He had his altar though and that was... something.

Salvaging what he could from the wreckage he gathered the bare essentials needed to start over again. Near-crying, he looked at the total destruction of all his hard work. Darnit, and he’d have to leave a lot of his plants and potions behind. All he could really bring was his Cauldron, an old rusted Kettle, some various colors of chalk, and seeds for the most basic of special plants. He grabbed some saplings with which to grow a few more Alder trees, and a Rowan sapling was the last thing he saw that he could feasibly bring with him. The other objects were destroyed and scattered. Breaking his altar, he put it in his inventory along with a basic Flint and Steel. Assured that he had all the very basic pieces needed to start all over again, he sighed once more.

“Why are you packing up? Are you moving our camp somewhere else or what? Should I pack a toothbrush?” Slendy wondered.

“Bring a spare Command Block.” Hunter muttered. “We’re going to use one to teleport us somewhere else, someplace not ravaged by ghast fireballs.”

“Gotcha, but where exactly is that?” Slendy asked as he grabbed a second command block.

“No idea, but somewhere far away. You know how to teleport things to a location relevant to their original position, right?” Hunter asked.

“Ummmm , yes?”

“Well we can’t do it my way, I’m out of Ender Dew, and my grove is destroyed. I couldn’t brew a thing if I tried. So figure it out just send us... Idunno, a thousand blocks away to the south, and four thousand to the west. That should be a good enough distance.”

“Alright, now put that there, and that there, aaaaaand got it, let’s go!” Slendy said as he typed in the final coordinate. Slendy thought he got it right but neither of them knew how wrong he was...