The Round World

by Theodorejk

Rating: teen
Tags: Adventure, Crossover, Alternate Universe
Length: 8300

Murk and Jones are normal minecraftians until Jones goes through a portal to a round dimension...

Murk and Jones are close friends in the realm of Minecraftia. The two of them live together. But, when Jones makes a shocking discovery about one of the dimensions that lay behind his portal, the two of them decide to investigate. Neither of them know about the real adventures that lay ahead. Or the ones that will take them back to where they began, just in a more ruined matter.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-01-02 21:33:40 UTC

Prologue: The Dimension

“DUUUUUUDE!” A high-pitched voice cut into my sleep, which I had a huge lack of. My hands went to my eyes after my mistake of opening them, for the bright sun pierced into my bedroom through the curtains.

“WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!” The voice continued commanding. I knew I had to obey it; otherwise I’d just suffer from a very minor case of serious brain damage. I flicked the blanket off me, revealing that I still had my clothes on from the night before.

“WAKE—oh… You’re awake.” The voice cut off when its owner saw me rise from the bed. Its red eyes stared directly into mine.

“Oh… Hi Jones,” I mumbled, “Any reason you keep on constantly disturbing my sleep these days?”

“Well… no,” was all he could say. His blocky hand reached behind him and pulled out some… strange object. It was like a pickaxe, much like the ones I’m familiar to, but it looked as if it was made of… bedrock…

“Where did you get that?” I asked, since it was uncommon enough for bedrock tools and items, let alone diamond.

“Well… I’d rather not say…” Jones replied, his voice blatantly revealing that he was hiding something.

“Which dimension did you travel to this time…?” I asked, since that was what he normally did overnight.

“I don’t know… it was far different than any of the normal dimensions I’ve been to,” he began, placing his block-like hand on his cube head, thinking, “It was so strange… Everything was curved, but it wasn’t from pixels… it was… smooth,” he went on, the memory seeming to have vanished for he was searching for words quite often.

“Smooth?” I question. How could something be smooth? Just from nature, everything was made of squares or pixels or cubes… Never was anything smooth…

“Yes,” he responds, “It was smooth with round sides… some sort of alien-made objects, I presume…”

“I would suppose so,” I agree, “but, how could they have the materials to make anything round in the first place?”

“Hell if I know!” He takes a defensive stance. “But everything was curved, nonetheless. Everything, Murk, Everything…”

I took his response, the obvious answer hitting me as if it were a hammer. “We must head to this dimension at once!” I declare, “Bring everything you think we might need!”

“Yes sir!” Jones replies with glee, as I notice him take a stack of TNT.

“TNT…? Really?” I question. I begin to chuckle as a stupid look overcomes his face.

“Well… Yes!” He returns, “Never know when we need to blow some crap up!” He finishes, laughing while he places the stack in his inventory.

“Well then,” I begin, “Let us find this portal you used… And hopefully get some observations out of this dimension.”

“There’s just one problem, Murk.” Jones interrupts.

“Oh?” I regain my senses. There was always a catch. “What might that be? We need to fly or something?”

“No,” Jones’ reply begins, “There were creatures there…”

“W-w-what?” I ask, stunned.

“Creatures of many different colors and sizes, but mostly the same shape,” he continues, his eyes looking upward as he tries to recall the memory.

“What did they look like?” I question, still trying to regain control from the last statement.

He thinks for a moment before replying. “They were… round, like the landscape… They had four little legs, and a clearly sporadic type of hair style… They had tails, which normally matched their hair colors… They also had two little ears above their round heads, of which their nose and mouth stuck out from just a little bit.”

I pause, trying to picture this horrid creature in my mind. “For such a strange creature, that is quite the description,” I comment before asking, “did you overhear any conversations…?”

He stops in his tracks, the two of us now being half-way across the land-bridge to the portal. The blocky overhang matched well with the rising square known as the sun. “Yes, two of them… They spoke almost exactly like us…”

“Then why did you need to stop to recall…?” I question, already trying to figure out why he had indeed come to a grinding halt.

“Their names, Murk, their names were so weird,” He answers, thinking probably about a few of their names.

“What were they…?” I ask.

“From the four that I overheard, one of the names was… Pinkie Pie,” He states, the last two words coming out with a strange look on his face.

“Pinkie Pie?” I ask, the name striking a nerve of familiarity in my mind. I suddenly felt a sporadic wave of energy.

“Yes… She was talking to one called Twilight Sparkle,” Jones said this flatly, obviously more calmed by this name. Anyone who has the word sparkle or sparklez in their name is normally greeted by me and Jones with welcoming arms.

“Interesting,” Is all I respond with.

“The other two were called Applejack,” he paused to chuckle at the stupidity of the name, “and Rarity.”

Although I didn’t share his type of humor at the first pony’s name, the second name caught me off guard. “Rarity, you say?” I ask, the name reminding me of several things at once.

“Yes,” he replies eagerly, “from her accent I believe she sounded like she was a beauty queen.”

We both laughed after Jones mentioned that.

“I can understand why,” I agree. “with a name like Rarity, I’d guess it has something to do with gemstones…”

“Why?” Jones asks me, not catching on to my joke.

“Well, most gemstones have a high rarity of spawning.” I say before breaking off into laughter.

With a quick glance, I notice Jones literally fall onto the floor and begin laughing uncontrollably.

By the time we finally reached the portal, the sun was directly above our heads.

“Well,” Jones begins, “I’d like to see these creatures…”

“Indeed,” I agree. With that, we both leap into the purple-glowing portal, unaware of the adventure we will find ourselves in once we reach the other side, and beyond that moment…

To be continued…

Chapter 1: The Forest

By the time we finally reached the portal, the sun was directly above our heads.

“Well,” Jones begins, “I’d like to see these creatures…”

“Indeed,” I agree. With that, we both leap into the purple-glowing portal, unaware of the adventure we will find ourselves in once we reach the other side, and beyond that moment…

Inside the portal, believe it or not, there is not much to describe. It felt more like a mine cart ride, where you don’t even get to take note of anything, you just go flying on by.

Suddenly, I find myself in a strange place. I am truly horrified by what I find. The location we landed in was definitely a forest, but what was inside it… rounded trees lay everywhere. Fallen over logs lay crossed over the shaded, deep green grass. The shadow from the tree-filled area removed all sight to the surrounding locations. It also removed any kinds of light that might have been there, although I doubt it.

I look over my cube-shaped shoulder, nodding to Jones when I notice him come through the portal.

“How far are we going to go…? I ask casually. It’s normal for minecraftians such as me and Jones to go out and explore the first things we see.

Jones pauses, drawing out his blue sword, which was made with diamonds by yours truly. “I went to the edge of this forest,” he tells me, “By the northern end I believe…”

“Which way would that be?” I ask, drawing out my own diamond-crafted, pixelated sword.

“This is the first portal in this dimension, which means we are currently facing east, so,” he points his sword to the left, “We head that way.” He then took off running, leaving me in the dust.

“JONES!” I screamed. “GET YOUR BLOODY BUTT BACK HERE!” I continued, chasing after him. Without thinking, I summoned a potion of swiftness from my inventory. I then drank in a swift gulp, and sprinted after him.

From the darkness of the forest and my new incredibly fast speed, I didn’t get to see Jones before I barreled into him, taking both me and him to the ground. It was shortly afterward that I noticed there was a path of light. It was weak, but certainly light… from some sort of creation, not just nature.

I quickly pulled myself off of him, “Sorry,” I mumble.

He nods before making a quick movement with his blocky hand, motioning for us to draw closer to the light-creating object…

Even though the light was enough for us to see, we still could not see outside of a 5 block radius. I looked from side to side, expecting to witness the eyes of him appear in the darkness, coming to vanquish our souls.

But, instead, I saw something less horrifying. A shadow quickly darted passed me. I held up my right hand, signaling for Jones to stop.

“Yea, I saw it to,” He tells me. It is always awkward when he knows exactly what I am about to ask.

“Hey,” I begin, “Whatever made that shadow, it’s okay… we aren’t going to hurt you.” I play my words carefully, hoping the creature would come out, but expecting that it wouldn’t.

I saw a shadow on the edge of the light move for a split second before retreating back into the safety of the bushes.

“Y’all know I ain’t stupid,” a thick southern accent on a high-pitched voice called out. “Y’all got swords; I think I can tell when y’all tryin’ ta hurt me.”

I looked back at Jones to see his silhouette nod. We both then drop our swords. I hear a small, quiet gasp, before a footstep.

“Like I said, we aren’t here to hurt you,” I reply, looking back to Jones to see him nod his blocky silhouette back at me.

The little shadow crept out into the lit-up clearing. It was a small creature, with four little legs, some reddish-pinkish hair, with a red bow in her hair. She was a slightly brighter color than tan, and also had a reddish-pinkish tail.

I ignore Jones bursting out into laughter.

“W-who are you?” I stutter, before instantly insulting myself. You idiot; you’re supposed to be the brave one here…

My question only sent Jones onto the floor, the amount of laughter flooding my ears increasing.

“I’m Applebloom,” The voice replies, the little creature now being a tad bit less shy, and coming out to greet us.

Jones begins to roll all over the floor, laughing.

“What’s wrong with yer friend there?” Applebloom asks, a rather strange look overcoming her rounded face.

“Oh, that’s Jones… He’s a bit of a…” I get interrupted as Jones leaps up, and then falls back down in a loud burst of half-laugh, half-breath gasps. “… sporadic character.”

Applebloom’s brows furrow and I clearly see a confused face. “What’s sporadic mean?”

I chuckle while Jones just laughs even harder. “Sporadic means random.”

Applebloom still has the confused face. “Then can’t ya just say ‘random’ instead of ‘sporadic’?”

I consider this for exactly one tenth of a second. “Naaaah.”

That sends Jones into an all-out laugh-until-you-hit-the-ground-because-you-can’t-breath series of laughing. Honestly, I’m impressed he doesn’t suffer from asthma or something equally dangerous.

I was glad to also see Applebloom crack a smile at my comment. “So, Applebloom, you got a house around here?” I instantly regret asking.

Jones stops laughing and gets serious, “What? You think that lil’ thing has the power to punch down a tree to get wood for a house? You gotta be smokin’, bro!” Jones says, before instantly returning into another laughing spree.

I somehow ignored him, and just asked Applebloom again.

“Yah I got a house. It’s in Sweet Apple Acres, near Ponyville,” She responds. Then she starts to ask a question; “Ya told me yer friend’s name, but what’s…?”

She gets interrupted as I respond; “Murk… My name’s Murk.”

“Murk…?” She responds. She looks like she is about to crack up, almost as much as Jones.

“Murk happens to be a normal name from where I am from… So, yea, do you have any place we could possibly stay…?” I ask, thinking of all the monsters probably out hunting us at this time of night.

“Yah, Zecora’s hut is just up ahead. I was headin’ there bringin’ these here Poison Joke flowers.” Applebloom responds, motioning to the blue-pedaled flowers in her brown, leather side-pouch.

“Why are they called Poison Joke?” Jones asked. I was unaware that he even stopped laughing. Then I understood why.

“Jones, they probably don’t force you to laugh. Just because ‘joke’ is in their name doesn’t mean they actually are a joke,” I respond.

“Damn it.” Jones comments real quickly before Applebloom continues talking.

“It’s called Poison Joke ‘cause it takes what yer best at an’ reverses it. It puts the joke on you.” Applebloom explains to us.

Jones looks at the blue flowers, now seemingly frightened of them. I can understand why. If a minecraftian was no longer able to mine, than what sort of use would they be…?

“Well, okay, do you mind if we get to see this Zecora character while you deliver the flowers?” I ask Applebloom, not only hoping but also expecting her to say yes.

“Yah,” she replies, “I can’t just leave ya here, now can I?”

“I guess not,” I hear Jones mumble under his breath before kicking a small round stone into a bush.

Applebloom then leads us towards the direction the light was coming from. "Where are y'all from, anyways?" She asks us, probably expecting some answer from a place on her own dimension.

"SPAAAAACE!" Jones shouts before returning into a constantly laughing state.

"Jones, could you possibly try to be somewhat serious about something?" I ask, only beginning to get annoyed. "We are from Minecraftia, it's a dimension probably far from this one, although i cannot seem to get a list of the coordinates here."

"Coordinates?" Applebloom asks, furrowing her brow in another state of confusion.

The light suddenly turns off, shrouding us all in darkness.

"HEROBRINE I'M SORRY I'LL GIVE YOU BACK YOUR DIAMONDS!!!!" Jones yelled at the top of his lungs.

I elbowed him, satisfaction crossing through my body when i heard him hit the ground, "Where do you see Herobrine?" I ask, shortly before noticing the two lights looking at us as if they were eyes up ahead...

I stood there for a brief moment. The shock nearly forcing my body to stay put when i heard Jones scream again, "I DONT WANT TO DIEEEEEEE WHY!?!?!?!?!"

As much as that would normally make me laugh if it was just a creeper, it wasn't exactly funny in this situation. Applebloom didn't seem scared though. But from this far of a distance, even through the shadows that lay in the way, i could see the arrow being pulled into the bow.

I dived forward, grasping Applebloom before rolling to the side as the arrow barely missed her head. I found myself holding her beside a tree.

"Woah," She began, "W-W-What was that...?"

I wasn't exactly relieved to see Jones coming up towards us, but nor was i exactly annoyed.

"That," Jones began, still catching his breath, "was Herobrine... And we need to run. Now."

Looking behind him, I saw Jones was right. Still holding onto Applebloom, i took off in the direction opposite the one Herobrine was coming from. I heard two pairs of footsteps behind me, signaling that Jones was following me, and that Herobrine was following him. I sprinted around trees, leaped over logs, and even ducked under a couple branches. How I saw in the pitch-black darkness was beyond me, but I was really grateful for that.

An arrow whizzed passed my head, trapping itself in the bark of a nearby round tree. I couldn't think of my inventory, it seemed, so i was forced to keep on running. I failed to spot the one root beneath my feet.

I fell to the ground, twisting my body in mid-air and landing on my back. I let go of Applebloom, "Run and hide," I said, clear as diamonds. She knew exactly what I meant, and raced over to the shadows.

As i heard Jones run further on from the other side of a nearby tree, I began to think about what was happening...

"Man... Roots are such Catalysts." I muttered, summoning my axe from my inventory before slamming it into the tree root. It made such a loud CRACK that i thought everyone in the forest would be able to hear it. Looking at the root that now entangled my foot, I began to become irate.

Instead of yelling at it, i just slammed my axe into it about 50 times. Each time the axe cut it, it patched itself up again.

"HOW DO I GET THIS THING OFF OF ME?" I screamed out to anyone nearby. I don't think anyone heard me though, because no one came for atleast half an hour.

I was catching up on my lack of sleep when i heard two different voices;

"Applebloom? Appleblooooom? Where are you?" Went one of the voices. It sounded certainly like a younger character, but i couldn't tell what type of accent it had.

"Where could she be?" Peeped up another voice. This one, unlike the other one, was certainly male, but also younger, "Scootaloo, we searched everywhere for her... Face it, she's gone somewhere..."

"B-But we can't give up!" Went the first voice, Scootaloo, who was probably one of Applebloom's friends...

I decided to see if i could get someone to help me... "H-Hey...! C-Can you two help me?" I shout out towards their voices.

"W-Who was that?" Scootaloo's voice asked her companion. Judging from the fact that she was the next one to talk, I think the guy shrugged. "Then come on, we gotta find out who it is."

I still couldn't move, and until this point i hadn't noticed that the root now covers all of my bottom leg rather than just a narrow strip. I brighted up my spirits when i saw two figures coming closer.

"Down here," I said, "And please, don't step on me either..." A small laugh came out of my mouth after i said that.

The male voice was the one to respond to that... or it might have been how i looked, "You look like you're made of blocks... who are you?"

I sighed, "Why does that matter? I was in this forest with my friend and something else and then we were attack by Herobrine and this root started sexually assaulting me."

That made the male voice begin to laugh.

"Pipsqueak! We haven't got time for this!" said Scootaloo, who i now observed as a orange creature with wings, and purplish colored hair and tail.

"Sorry..." Pipsqueak mumbled, who i noticed was a white creature with brown spots, but from the darkness i couldn't see the color of his hair. Either that or i was going colorblind.

"Do any of you two know how to make this root find one of it's own kind...?" I ask, hoping one of them would break the root that kept me down on the ground.

I saw Pipsqueak's white leg come down on the root with pretty fast speed. The root snapped almost instantly, letting go of my leg.

"Ahhhhh," I said, gaining the tremendous feeling of command over my leg, "Now... about your friend..." I began...

Scootaloo instantly jumped up "What? You know her? What happened to her? Where did she go?" She continued to bombard me with questions... most of which i had no answer to.

I only took it all into one response; "I may have said this before, but i came here with my friend, Jones, and we found Applebloom around the forest. Shortly after meeting her, however, Herobrine, Notch curse his name, showed up and chased us nearly everywhere in this place."

"Where did Applebloom go, though?" Scootaloo asked me, her eyes showing a feeling i have never seen before... Not exactly love, but certainly more than just a friend relationship...

"Uhh... Oh Notch," I mumble... Suddenly feeling both embarrassed and useless. "WHY ARE THERE ROOTS HERE? IF THEY DIDN'T TRIP ME EVERYONE WOULD BE HAPPY RIGHT ABOUT NOW!" I yelled this out of frustration and a subtle feeling of embarrassment.

"Hey... Calm down." Pipsqueak soothed, or atleast tried, "We don't want your little Herobrine friend coming back, now do we?"

I only had to agree with him on that part... Having Herobrine come back when I'm too hungry to sprint would be HORRIBLE.

That's when i noticed two white lights from behind the two creatures.

"Why the HELL does it feel like I'm the only one that has to deal with HEROBRINEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!??????????????" I yell, clearly loud enough for the entire world to hear me.

I suddenly shook my head when i saw the two lights flicker, as if they were candles... which they were. I saw Jones holding one in his hand as he came into my range of sight.... the other one was being held by none other than Applebloom, but she was carrying the tray with her mouth, not her arms... if she even calls them arms..

"Oh... Well," I began, the awkward feeling welling up inside of me, "awkwaaard..."

Then it seemed as if everyone started to talk at once, but of course i hear Jones' loud voice over everyone else's, due to the fact that he's namely who i was most worried about in this situation.

"Yo Murk!" He began, placing the candle down next to a tree before running up to me.

"Uhh... Jones... You put the candle next to a tree.." I said, thinking of the candle as a fire started from a flint and steel.

"Applebloom told me it worked like a torch," Jones replied, that defensive stance returning to his pose.

"She might have meant a torch from THIS dimension, not from our dimension," I finish, noticing the tree begin to spark.

"Uhhh," Jones paused before i pointed at the tree, that was now growing ablaze... "OH CRAAAAP!" He shouted, searching through his inventory for something.

"You left the water bucket at home, didn't you?" I ask, annoyance pricking at every part of my body...

"That would be correct," he sighs, "but i stil--"

"YOU FLIPPIN IDIOT!" I shout at him. The noise that i just caused made the other three stop talking. "Why, WHY in the name of Notch would you place FIRE next to WOOD?!?!?"

"I thought it acted like a torch! calm down, it's just one tree..!" Jones told me, unaware that because he said that it would be more than one tree now.

"Jones, if you weren't the one that found this dimension, I would've," I paused, because I actually didn't know what i would have done.

"Can you two stop arguing and just come help us put out the fire?" Pipsqueak's voice called to us. It was clearly in a sort of begging manner.

I nod to Jones, and the two of us come over to the tree, "How in the name of Notch do both of us forget to bring water?" I ask to no-one in particular... To my surprise, it is Scootaloo that answers me.

"It's because you thought you would be going to a more civil place, like Ponyville." She answers flatly, "You didn't think you would be arriving in the middle of a forest."

The answer makes Jones chuckle a bit, but i take it seriously... As i smacked the rest of the fire out, I thought about what she said.

"How did you figure that out?" I ask. It was strange enough that her answer actually made sense, as if she read my mind to receive that answer.

She shrugs casually, "It just seems like what would normally happen," she looks back to Applebloom, "Where were you?" Scootaloo asks her, "You should have been at Zecora's almost 2 hours ago!"

Applebloom frowns as she looks away, "I-I'm sorry, Scootaloo," she mumbles, "I got lost, all the trees look the same."

Glancing around the forest, i saw Applebloom was right. All of the trees looked like they were clones of each other. This thought put another, more disturbing thought into my mind, "Jones... Do you remember where the portal is...?" My thought flows out of my mouth, hope seeming to fall when i notice Jones take the question by surprise.

"No... I guess your forgot where it is too?" He responds, shaking his head while a frown overcomes his normally cheery face.

I nod.

"Greeaaat...." He mumbles angrily. "Lost in the woods! Seems back to the days when we were just noobs, 'ey Murk?"

The memory strikes me. Piercing my skin, the first night rejoins my thoughts...

The two of us, Jones and me, were in a blocky forest. There were trees as far as the eye could see, but they weren't all oak, some were coated in the white color of birch wood. Even though it was the middle of the day, shadows were everywhere. Since neither of us had anything to help in a fight, we both decided to just keep going. It was about 2 hours later when we noticed we were still in the same forest, still without any tools, still without any hope, when we met Skyscreamer. Skyscreamer took us into his Skylands, where we gained at least a diamond a hour. I still remember back to when Herobrine attacked the world. News of the Skylands being destroyed hit our doorstep in the middle of the swamp biome.

"Yea," I comment, realizing it was just a memory... Herobrine didn't destroy this world... but that doesn't mean he won't try to... "So, how far is this Zecora character again?" I ask

"Not too far," replies Applebloom, who was now making sure that she didn't lose any of the Poison Joke flowers. Then she stopped, "Murk," she begins, "when ya grabbed me to get away from Herobrine, did you end up touchin' the Poison Joke...?"

I stopped cold. "Uhh.... I might have, I don't remember though..."

"If ya did," Applebloom started, "ya should have Zecora take a look at it. She can give ya th' remedy if ya need it."

"I'll remember that..." I coughed, pretending to be sick.

My actions sent Jones into his famous laughing routine. I feel like i should just get a pet creeper to ride on my shoulder, who can hiss the alphabet. That should make him laugh rather than me needing to say something. Who knows, maybe he'll catch asthma.

"Shhh!" Pipsqueak's voice hissed at Jones. "I think we're being followed..."

That made Jones silent on the spot, while the rest of us just turned around to find...

Herobrine standing there, holding a smaller white creature with a horn... It looked like a unicorn, just more round. She had two different shades of purple, one dark and one more like a bright lavender. She was struggling to get out of his grasp. She also had a strip of... was that sponge across her mouth?

"Yo, Herobrine, 'sup?" I say casually, before coming closer to him. The two of us were now face to face. "Put the lil' creature down, I know you aren't after her or any of these creatures."

Herobrine kept the creature in his hand, the creature seemed to be calling to the familiar creatures behind me, "Applebloom! Scootaloo!" It cried, Herobrine pulling it closer to himself.

"Look, Herobrine," I continued, "I know you are here for me and Jones, so why are you going after them...?" I ask, pointing to the creature he was holding and to the creatures behind me.

He doesn't respond, instead, he pulls out his black, bedrock-made sword. He aims part of it at the creature he's holding.

"Theres no reason for that," I begin, racing towards him. I slam into him, forcing his grip on the creature to loosen. The little creature then struggled free before rushing over to her friends.

Herobrine stands up, his bedrock sword pointed at my throat. "Move once, any of you, and he gets it," He spoke in an eerily deep tone. No accent was able to be clarified, but he spoke in a very low pitch.

"Does that include my mouth?" I ask cheekily. Yes, that's right. Herobrine is about to kill me and I'll getting all cheeky and cocky. Don't question my logic.

Herobrine sighs before shaking his head. I take this to my advantage.

"HEROBRINEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I shout in my loudest, most high-pitched voice I've ever done. I see Herobrine clutching at his ears. I dive and pick up his bedrock sword, before turning around and seeing that Jones had already gotten the creatures to cover their ears. When I look back to where Herobrine was, he does not seem to be anywhere in sight.

"Oh... Well..." I start, "At least you're outta that situation," I say to the white creature, "What's your name...?"

The little creature looks up at me, a piece of fear from moments ago still remaining on her face, "I'm Sweetie Belle," she begins, "but who are you...?" She asks back to me.

"I'm Murk, and this is my friend Jones," I reply, "we're from a different dimension, but... so was that guy," I conclude, pointing towards where Herobrine stood only moments ago... I then looked back towards Applebloom; "Let's move onward, shall we?"

Applebloom nodded and led the way further into the forest.

After what felt like an hour of travelling, I begin to feel like we weren't really going anywhere, "Applebloom," I say, "Are you sure you know where we are going...?" I ask her, hoping that she indeed does.

"Well, I..." She pauses for a moment due to what seems like embarrassment, "no... Sorry, Murk."

Before i could say anything to comment to that, Jones shouts out; "Guys- THERE'S SOME DEAD THING OVER HERE."

To Be Continued...

Chapter 2: Onwards

I rushed over to where Jones was standing. There, in front of him, was the strangest creature I have ever seen. It was a light shade of blue, cyan even. It had wings, but what astounded me more than that was it's hair. The colors, more than just the average one or two colors, six of them. Rose Red, Orange, Dandelion Yellow, Cactus Green, Blue, and even Purple.

I had little understanding of this world. With hair colors so sporadic as that, you'd expect it to be from some sort of... colorful path...

I heard a gasp from behind me. I turned around and saw the four creatures standing there, horrified. "I'm guessing you knew this creature...?" I ask them. Applebloom nods her head slowly, but Scootaloo does more than just nod.

She stands there, tears falling down her cheeks in a steady stream, mourning over the creature. Jones walks up to her, his expression dead serious, "We can't let that hold us back... If my predictions are correct, the-"

"What do you mean?" Scootaloo interrupts his sentence, "She's one of the best flyers! S-she can't be dead! She's incredible! You have to do something!" Scootaloo's begging voice forced me to shed a few tears.

"Jones, did you bring any potions of healing...?" I ask flatly. He shakes his head, a frown overcoming his face. "Did you bring a brewing stand?" I ask after he lets a couple tears drop to the ground.

As a response, Jones calls a brewing stand from his inventory and places it on the ground. "What's the recipe again?" I ask him, not for confirmation, but because i was really clueless. I had never made a single healing potion in my life. As i watch him shrug, my hope begins to scatter. Suddenly, on a whim, the idea for a regeneration potion flies into my head. I grasp some ghast tears from my inventory, along with some nether wart and a water bottle.

I feel everyone's eyes on me as i place the water bottle on the brewing stand, placing the nether wart above it. The nether wart breaks up quickly and fills the water bottle, turning it into an awkward potion, which is used for potion recipes. I then place the ghast tears above that potion, watching them break up and fall into the bottle.

"W-w-what is that?" Scootaloo asked between sobs.

"If i can't make a healing potion," I begin, trying to ignore Scootaloo's sobs, "I can at least make a regeneration potion. It will take longer for her to recover," I mumble this next part under my breath, "if she's alive," I then return to my normal voice, "but it has nearly the same effect."

Scootaloo nods, wiping some tears from her cheeks. Jones is sitting down next to her, trying to soothe her along with her friends.

They don't understand. I think to myself. They don't know what is going to happen, Everyone here is going to be in danger, all because of me and Jones. I wouldn't even let myself blame Jones. If it really was his fault, he would have a more guilty look to him, not this look of true concern.

I look back towards them, Scootaloo was burying her face in Jones' shoulder. I could see the amount of tears nearly tripled from when we first found the rainbow-haired creature.

"It'll be okay, Scootaloo," Jones said, trying to get her to stop crying, "Not-"

"Jones, let her cry," I interrupted without thinking, "If she needs to let out her emotions, who are we to stop her...?" Jones nods and begins to stroke the creature, trying to soothe it once more.

I peak back at the brewing stand. The potion of regeneration seemed to have just finished brewing. I take it off the brewing stand, and prepare to give it to the rainbow-haired creature.

"Are you sure this will work..?" Pipsqueak asked me, it seemed like he was the only one able to hold a face without that many tears, but it was obvious he was holding the emotions inside of him.

"If it doesn't," I begin, "It's not like there will be a different outcome than what would have happened anyways..." I say, trying to get rid of my emotional feeling for the creature. She's probably already dead... I think to myself, trying to remove all my connections, all my feelings, all my... compassion...

I pick up the creature's head and place it in my lap, her body adjusting to it's new position. I feel the eyes of everyone on me as i pour the pinkish liquid down the creature's throat...

Nothing happens, the creature just remains laying there.

"I-It didn't work...!" Scootaloo cries out, the sobs returning to her from the moment she was silent.

"Calm down," Jones tells her, "Murk said it will take longer for her to recover from this..."

"How much longer?" Sweetie Belle asks for Scootaloo, who is burying her face once again in Jones' shoulder.

Jones doesn't reply, so I decide to step in, "It normally only takes a matter of minutes at most, but that's for minecraftians. I don't know about other creatures..."

I hear Scootaloo sob even louder. I also hear Pipsqueak begin to try to soothe her. I turn around and look at them, Scootaloo was now leaning on Pipsqueak rather than Jones.

None of us had a clock, but i guess it was about an hour later, when Applebloom asked, "How much longer do ya recon?"

Jones copies my idea of staying silent. Sweetie Belle and Pipsqueak are both trying to soothe Scootaloo. Applebloom stares at us, expecting an answer of 'Right now!' or 'Just a little longer!'. When she finds out she isn't receiving any of those answers, her hope seems to fade.

"Poor thing." A deeply pitched voice speaks from behind all of us. I move the creature's head off my lap and raise to the ground as i turn around. It was him again, the white eyes clearly giving it away.

Scootaloo looked up from Pipsqueak's shoulder, anger forming over her tear-filled eyes, "Did you do this to her...?" She asks the demon.

Herobrine nods his head, an evil grin overcoming his face. That will be your last smile... I think to myself before charging at him, pulling out his old bedrock sword as he pulls out a new one.

Our swords clash, his strength overpowering mine as I attempted to hold back his attack. A picture of the creature lays in my mind, producing anger and a feeling of vengeance, which both fuel my strength. I forced myself into him, his blade cutting into my shoulder while mine tore a hole in his chest. He staggered backward after shoving me away. I charged at him once more, but before i could attack he vanished.

"COWARD!" I shout, my anger and vengeance feeling vanishing from my body, while pain soars into it from my freshly cut shoulder. A large piece of it was actually missing, cut off from Herobrine's sword. I placed my other hand over the gushing wound before returning to the group. They were all speechless, except for Jones.

In a single word, my entire explanation is given to them. This is what i'm used to. The single word that makes them believe I know what I'm doing. The single word that puts their trust in me. "What...?"

Jones comes up to me, "You... You tore a hole in HEROBRINE." He states, shock blatantly pulsing from him, "And, the creature... she.. she started to wake up."

As soon as he said those last words, I understood. I was the one they would look up to. Scootaloo was no longer crying. Her and the other creatures came over to me, surrounding me. Scootaloo lept up into my arms, knocking me over as she wrapped her legs around me. Her forelegs, i should specify. I did what my instinct told me to. I hugged her back, enjoying the new feeling of compassion for these creatures, for this world, for life...

Maybe there actually is something worth living for... I think. Every minecraftian thought we lived life just to live it. Just to understand why things happen. But they are wrong. We live our lives, thinking of those we care about, while they live their lives waiting for that one day we'll finally understand what the ones we care about actually mean to us...

My thoughts were interrupted when Scootaloo finally decided to climb off of me. I then stood up, looking at the creature who was beginning to stir. I suddenly remembered something slightly important, "You guys never told me her name..." I began.

"Her name is Rainbow Dash," Scootaloo tells me, "She's the best flyer in all of Equestria!"

Great. Guess someone's going to beg me to try to fly. I think to myself, "Well, while she is still in her... unconscious state, let's bring her with us to this.. Zecora character's place."

Scootaloo nods in agreement while I pick up Rainbow Dash and begin to follow Applebloom deeper into the forest. "So you know where we are going this time?" I ask Applebloom. She nods hastily, slightly faster than she would have for me to tell she wasn't completely honest.

"We're walking threw the forest; to explore such a strange new land!" Jones started singing. It took me exactly half a second after that to yell at him to be quiet. Otherwise, that minor case of serious brain damage is going to catch up with me.

I'm not sure how much later it was, but we eventually did reach the 'hut'. Applebloom recognized it from the carvings in the tree, which she claimed were windows. Rainbow Dash was still asleep, my one arm was screaming in pain from holding her so long, and Jones had just finished humming one of his annoying tunes. My head had begun to spin by the time we were finally in the hut, letting Rainbow Dash down on the makeshift bed, that seemed to be made of a green forest moss, which matched perfectly with the brighter-brown walls and beige floors of the hut. The moss was also around the entire place, having a nice mix of brown and green in the house, making it seem very forest-like.

"Applebloom, you are late. I had begun to worry about your fate," a multicolored creature spoke in a deeper pitched voice than Applebloom's, but it wasn't too deep for my preferences. The rhyme flowed smoothly in my ear, soothing my sore head.

"There's no need for ya to worry, Zecora," Applebloom began, carefully taking off her leather side pouch full of Poison Joke flowers.

"What are these things you bring here? They give me a strange feeling of fear," Zecora replied to Applebloom's explanation.

"WE COME IN PEACE!" Jones yells at the creature. Yup, apparently yelling at things means your on their side. Brilliant.

As I began to chuckle, I overheard a sudden gasp as Rainbow Dash bolts into an upright position on the moss-made bed. Her expression was a mixture of fear, confusion, and a pinch of sadness. "Oh, hi," Jones says as soon as he notices Rainbow is awake, "So, how are you holding up?" I sighed as i knew what he was about to say. He says the same quote every single day. "Because I'm a POTATO!" He concludes, breaking off into laughter.

Rainbow Dash turns her head towards me, a confused look overtaking her beautiful eyes. I just shrug, "He does that all the time at home," I say, hoping Jones will overhear and register this complaint, "I normally just try to see how many slaps to the face he can survive when he gets on my nerves," I say with a chuckle. Jones instantly stops and looks directly at me.

I'm already laughing by the time Rainbow Dash's leg finds its way into Jones' face. In fact, it was more than that. I was all over the floor, taking over what used to be Jones' job of laughing all day. Finally, with the laughing out of me, I look up at Jones to see him crying with a big red sore spot in the middle of his face. Looking on the bright side, it's probably better that he got punched in the face rather than getting asthma. But, I ain't no doctor. Only then did i realize that all of the creatures were staring at Jones' new facial look. Rainbow Dash laughed a little, Pipsqueak chuckled softly, Sweetie Belle had a frown on her face, Scootaloo's smile was bigger than her eyes, Applebloom was laughing, and Zecora wasn't even looking at Jones, instead she was gathering what looked like a forest-kind of first-aid kit.

I raised my eyebrows, eyeing the moss-box suspiciously, "What's in there?" I ask, observing the strange weaving pattern, locking whatever is inside from the sharpness of any nosy person's eyes.

"Do not worry, mysterious thing. In here is an item for Dash's wing." Zecora spoke in a perfect rhyme. I then noticed that Dash's wing was indeed torn.

I thought about this for a split second, "Hold on," I say, looking at the blood slowly trickling out of Dash's wing, "that wasn't there when we found her..."

Chapter 3: Hello Again

The idea of there being mobs here instantly reached into my mind. I thought of what could have made that cut. A sword, perhaps a claw... maybe some teeth, perhaps an arrow. The answers were limitless to what could have happened. I looked to Jones. He nodded, already drawing his sword from where it was sheathed. But what came into the room from that door would never, ever harm anyone, or anything for that matter.

Standing right there in front of me, his hand holding onto a black, ash-crisped head of a skeleton, was my first friend from my home world. Skyscreamer. He looked strange without his normal diamond armor on...

"I'd never have expected ye ta make a portal to a dimension with crazy shapes and sheepish creatures," He began automatically, "but yet ye did it anyways. Now look at what happened, ye bugger."

Jonesxlr looked up, rubbing his red, pain-filled face, "Wha...?"

Skyscreamer looked irritated. He helped up the wither skeleton skull, "Ye bleedin' idiot! Ye caused 'em baddies ta start runnin' inta this place. What th' bloody 'ell is wrong with ye?"

Zecora looked at Skyscreamer, just finishing wrapping a bandage around Rainbow's wing, "I do not understand, There are monsters in our land?"

Skyscreamer nodded, "Ye might as well jus' start craftin' a ton of weapons and arrows, for 'em buggers don' just let ye live, they ain't the peaceful kind."

I shuffled my hands together. We made creatures start spawning in this world... By Notch, what else is going to happen? What have we created...?

"How do we stop it?"

Skyscreamer looked at me, "Thas the spirit, ye bloody ol' bugger. We need ta' deal with all of 'em back in our own world, so non' of 'em can 'eleport back and fourth."

I nodded. My eyes peered at Scootaloo, who was looking at me with a small sense of worry masking over her eyes. Sweetie Belle has a look of pure confusion, whilst Applebloom was staring at me with a frown. Pipsqueak was whispering something to Scootaloo, and Rainbow Dash was asleep again.

"So.... When are we gonna try ta do this?" I ask Skyscreamer, finally noticing the fact that he didn't actually have any type of weapon with him.

He looked right into my eyes, "Right now, ye buggers."

Elsewhere in the forest, the purple glow of the portal stops. A piece of the obsidian outline breaks off. A small grin can be seen just off to the right of the broken edge. A shadow darts across the opening, turning towards the direction where the travelers had gone. The sparkle of diamond armor was easily noticeable, just as was the sparkle of the diamond sword.

I felt Scootaloo nudge my leg. I turned to her, concern being the only feeling in my mind, "You don't have to come... me and Jones made this happen, we can stop it from happening."

She looked at me as if I was crazy, "Its a chance at an adventure. Something exciting. Nothing fun happens here anymore."

I paused and spun my full body around to face her. Sweetie Belle and Applebloom were nodding in support. I sighed, "Alright, but you could get seriously hurt. Still in?"

Scootaloo gave me one of those you-can't-be-serious looks.

"I'll take that as a yes," I said, grabbing the map from my pocket. I looked at it before noticing that we should have heard the portal by now, "Jones... we should have started hearing the portal by now..."

Jonesxlr glanced back at me, "You don't suppose it burnt out... do you?"

Portals normally don't burn out, but when they do its normally when none of the people who went through it have a flint and steel or a fire charge to relight it with. It basically just gets the people stuck there without any chance of getting out.

Horror nagged at my stomach, attempting to freeze it over. "You have a flint and steel, right?"

Jonesxlr sighed and shook his head, "You have a fire charge?"

My stomach was a hunk of ice. "Nope..."

Scootaloo peered up at me, "Why would you need those things...?"

Anger nagged at me for half a second before being replaced with understanding. She wasn't from my world, so she wouldn't know. "If the portal burnt out," I started slowly, "Then we would need to re-light it, which can only be done with a flint and steel or a fire charge."

She had a confused look on her face, "You can't just put an open flame next to it or anything...?"

I turned to Jonesxlr, and he shrugged. Honestly, we both had never tried. I glanced up ahead at Skyscreamer. He nodded, "Ye could always do tha', so long as if all th' pieces of th' portal are there."

A sigh of relief escaped right out of my mouth. The portal would still be there, just it would have burnt out. No real harm.

Skyscreamer suddenly interrupted my thoughts, "But, ah, we might have a bit of a problem.."

I peered around him to see the portal- with a big gap between two blocks of obsidian. I turned to the group of four creatures, "You may want to cover your ears for a second," they clamped their hooves over their ears, so I started the fully memorable rage phrase, "FFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-"

"Oh, shut up ye bugger. That ain't gonna spawn 'sidian," Skyscreamer had an irritated look on his face. I did one of those I-know-I-did-it-but-I'm-still-innocent smiles. He sighed, "That ain't gonna get us the hell outta here."

I frowned and looked around the seemingly shrinking clearing, "Is it just me, or is this place getting darker...?"

Scootaloo peered up at me from underneath the over-sized leather cap Skyscreamer made her, "It's getting late, of course it's getting dark."

I chuckled softly, "Oh, I thought it got brighter at night," I glanced around at the shadows surrounding the clearing uneasily. Someone might be watching us, I thought. I grasped for my sword, finding it bigger than I remembered.

"Oh, ye stupid bugger. There ain't no stupid creatures walkin' 'round here." Skyscreamer comments while shoving a hand into his face.

I started to feel silly when I heard Pipsqueak's voice, "Then what is that thing..?"