No One gets Left Behind (Adopted from ZecoriTheWeirdOne)

Chapter 5

Grian stared out of the window until the sunrise, struggling to see out of all the lines and scratches from when it was smelted. In future versions the smelting process was refined, but they were stuck in one of the oldest versions. The glass had been tinted a shade of purple from the light, and while Grian had learned to filter it out of his sight, it still affected transparent blocks like glass.

He walked down the stairs, wishing they'd had the decency to provide at least wooden stairs instead of the rough cobblestone they'd placed. It was too risky to go out and collect wood, as the mobs would undoubtedly attack him and likely kill him, and with the respawn mechanics being rewritten he'd likely be permadead. Besides, spawn was miles away.

It had been about a week since they'd arrived, but he knew enough about void energy that it would take a couple of months to refill. Being a former admin, he knew it couldn't be sped up or else the world wouldn't form properly and there was a risk of being trapped in a death loop, which could result in permadeath.

In short, they had to stay there for the time being.

He noticed the chest of food was getting fairly empty, with 20 odd mouths to feed, they'd run out after about 7 days, which was longer than he'd expected, but he supposed they'd been rationing it. He hadn't been having much, having discovered a glitch that gave him a lot of saturation, which sustained him for now. He got the feeling that they were responsible for that, and he wasn't sure how that made him feel.

"I think we need to do a supply run, Xisuma said, glancing at the chest. "Do you know where there's a supply we can grab?" Grian hesitated, his mind flashing to a clay and snow structure, before flickering to a spare storage area he'd built a while ago.

"I have a couple chests or so a thousand blocks or so awa y in case it was needed, but... I think it would be safer to go alone. It'll be quicker and I know this world better than you."

"I wasn't suggesting we all go, just maybe have a couple people go with you?"

"Fine, one. But no more."

"I'll go." Grian turned around, recognising the voice as Iskall's, hesitating before nodding.

"Alright. Wait until it's a bit lighter though, give some of the zombies time to die off. You good at PvP?" Iskall nodded, grabbing an iron sword and strapping some armour on. Grian did the same, choosing a stone sword instead, but pulling on everything but a chestplate, so he could fly away if needed.

He opened the wooden door, the stench of burned flesh still in the air, however a lot of the glitched mobs were still hiding under trees or in pools of water. He stepped out, feeling the abnormally hot sun beam down on his wings, which he had to admit felt good. It had been a while since he'd gone out in the sun, and as scared as he was, he felt a sense of familiarity being there.

He looked back, closing the door once Iskall got out, ducking under a tree and stabbing his sword into a skeleton. He felt slight guilt at the murder, but continued that way, trying to remember the way to the storage area.

It took a lot longer than it would've without Iskall as they couldn't fly, and meant he had to kill a lot more mobs. Some of them were easy to kill, their pathfinding completely broken, however others were armed with better gear than should've been natural, and they nearly died more than once.

Eventually Grian found the rock formation, kneeling down and tracing his hand over one of the blocks until he found a button, pushing it and waiting a couple of seconds before the door flung open, surprisingly smooth for his minimal redstone talent. The door slammed shut, and Grian realised he hadn't created a way out, which wouldn't have been an issue if he'd brought a pickaxe. He hoped that he'd been smart enough to store one, as he walked down a corridor to the storage area. It wasn't particularly big, as he hadn't wanted to gather more resources, but it had some decent stuff in it. Well, better stuff than they had now.

He'd died when fighting the Ender Dragon and lost all his stuff, but he'd decided to store some valuables just in case.

"Grab an inventory full of food, whatever's here. I'll grab some other stuff, then we get out of here, alright?" Iskall nodded, looking through chests and taking out as much food as he could, and Grian was thankful he had some seeds in there so they could grow some bread.

He grabbed half a stack or so of diamonds, gathering random blocks he thought would be useful, smiling when he found some of his building supplies.

"Do you think Doc hates me?" He asked after a few minutes, pausing as he waited for an answer.

"I mean, Doc isn't good with emotions, and he's a bit cold to everyone. He'll warm up to you soon enough I'd imagine," Iskall said, shrugging and destroying a chest.

"I mean, he really seems to not trust me." Iskall stopped, biting his lip as they came over to Grian and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. Grian flinched slightly, but stayed still and looked up at him, annoyed at how short he was compared to literally every other human being.

"I mean, we did have a pretty rocky start, with you trying to attack us and all that," Iskall admitted, sighing and opening another chest.

"I... Thought you were someone else," Grian defended, flushing with embarrassment.

"Who?" Grian's mind flickered to purple-winged figures, signs carved into Bedrock and tall towers built with leaves and obsidian, crafted into twisted structures both horrifying and beautiful in equal measure.

"It doesn't matter," he said, shaking his head and walking away, glancing around the room one last time before breaking out using his pickaxe.

"We should get going, it's getting dark," Grian said, avoiding his eyes as they navigated the forest.

"I wish you'd trust me," Iskall murmured when it started getting dark. "I'm willing to wait."