"It Was Never Ment To Be." (Discontinued)

Just A Pawn...

no art for today, sorry!!

JM - Jack Manifold

G - Ghostbur

T - Translator

BBH - BadBoyHalo

Egg - Egg

Tom - TommyInnit

'Thinking'

PM - Philza Minecraft

TW:

Death

Missing Reports

detailed description about blood

Gore

Derealization

Panic Attacks

Note:

Thank you everyone who has been so supportive! i am terribly sorry about the writers block and i will try my best to continue writing this one till the end, luckily i have some plans for it!

i am also extremely happy that we have over 4K reads, i have never had that many people notice something i've made before and it almost made me cry! i love you all, please enjoy this angsty chapter!

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                                                                         Jack Manifold's POV

I Sat There For Hours, Pondering About The Voices.
That Was Until I Heard Noises Coming From Inside The Forest.
It Kindov Sounded Like Footsteps Of Some Sort Of Large Animal. Larger Than Average Mobs, Hostile And Passive, From The Overworld That Is.

I Immediately Decided To Leave, As There Have Been Too Many Death Reports, Corpses, And Disappearances Having To Do With This Forest.

I Ran As Fast As I Could, Ignoring The Fact That No Mobs Were Spawning, Although, I Started To Get A Bit Tired.

I Settled By A Big Willow Tree. The Moment I Sat Down I Knew Something Was Wrong. Terribly Wrong.

I Sat Up, Looking Around As I Remembered Hearing Footsteps Following Me.

I Quickly Turned Towards A Large Bush, Something Was There. 

It Stopped...

I Stared At The Bush, Expecting Something To Come At Me. I Had No Weapons, However. I Had No Plan At That Time, Which Put Me At A Much Higher Risk Of Dying.

My Eyes Widened.