AN: Hi kookycrafters this is a story written about 2 people but sadly not a true story. I changed their names because I'm pretty sure some people wouldn't like being written about. It's perfect for the holidays so enjoy.
*Mindy's POV*
I stood and admired my just completed home, just a few hours ago, it was a box. The Mianite wizards taught me well. I thought I heard the sound of feet on cobblestone blocks behind me, but it was probably just my imagination. My mind has always played these sorts of tricks on me ever since he left. I sighed and was about to walk inside when a pair of hands covered my eyes, I gasped but the man removed one hand from over my eye and placed it on my mouth.
His muscular arm now covered my eyes and I tried to fight back. So it wasn't just my mind. The man placed a pumpkin on my head and picked me up. I was being held over his shoulder and I attempted to punch his back but that only made it worse, he stopped and tied my arms up with vines from the trees nearby. Damn you swamp biomes.
His ally patted my head, "Don't worry, in a moment you will be happier than a creeper receiving a hug," the genderless player told me. With a kind of skin like that, you can't tell and do you really think now is the time to ask about his gender? I growled in response, I still couldn't see the criminal who held me so tightly in his arms. It began to get chilly and night began to fall, we finally stopped for some rest. There was a random rest stop out here in- I can't even tell what biome this is because of the pumpkin and the lack of light. The criminal sat me down in a log in front of a fire forever burning on a piece of netherrak.
I shivered and I waited, as soon as my "escort" put me down he sprinted inside a tent before I could get a good look at him. The ally walked up to me and handed me a pink leather tunic to serve as a sweater, I guess that would do. This pumpkin really obstructs my vision, I can't even read the player's name and he or she is right in front of me! The ally lead me to a second tent and broke my vines, there was a king size bed inside, I wonder why not just for one player, I mean it is only me and I can tell this abduction was well planned out. I laid down on the right side of the bed, I giggled thinking of the action I just did.
My ex and I would always fight over who got this side and he would always be a gent and turn it over to me. I shut my eyes tight hoping the night could go fast, even though I didn't want to know what was in store for morning, I've never been a fan of the dark. I couldn't fall asleep now, I wanted to stop the sun from rising because when the morning comes it may be bad, and we would never want that. I focused all my energy into sending a prayer in my mind to Ianite, hopefully she is telepathic. Just as I was working on that, I saw a shadowy figure slip out of the first tent and come toward mine, whatever it was placed a torch down but I was too scared to see what would happen next and what they might do to me if they knew I wasn't asleep yet.
I clamped my eyes shut tight and all I heard next was the bed creak and warmth by my left side.
*A Criminal's POV*
I snuck into the tent where my brother lead her and laid by her side. I'm glad we chose such a beautiful girl to kidnap, but she must be so scared. I felt bad for her and stroked her arm. "Don't worry, everything will be ok," I whispered softly.
I woke up early the next morning. Thank Dianite I woke up before her. I better not take anymore risks. I stood up and stretched and pulled on my hoodie. I heard her begin to toss and turn, she waking up! I ran out of the area and back to my tent.
*Mindy's POV*
The light came into my eyes. It was so bright that it made me squint. I saw a figure standing up, I opened my eyes a little more and yawned. I realized the pumpkin was still on my head and I couldn't see very well. It was the man, he put on his red and white hoodie and sprinted out of the tent.
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