Hermitcraft & 3rd Life Oneshots

A Deadly Visit - 3rd Life

Set in the 3rd life SMP. This hasn't happened ( yet lol) IRL, so don't waste your time looking for a video. Hope you enjoy the first oneshot. Written a few days after session 5 was posted.

~3rd Life SMP~A Deadly Visit~

"Okay, I'll see you in a bit!" Bdubs cried, halfway out the door.

The man was going to a meeting. There, he would meet with all the landowners and discuss their plans. Fights were common in their discussions, but hardly any deaths occurred. Luckily, the desert dwellers wouldn't be there.

"You better be back by curfew or I'll go over there, grab you by the ear, and drag you back," Cleo teased in a faked serious tone.

Her friend stared at her with his usual wide eyes.

"I'm joking, but I'll do it anyway if I need to."

"Oh, uh, okay," the man muttered before leaving.

Bdubs whistled a tune after leaving the castle. He marched playfully, seeing an ally and meeting up with them. The zombie stayed home to hold down the fort while her friend was away. The tiny castle had already had itself a fair share of destruction.

"Knock knock!" a voice cried from outside the door and across the moat bridge.

"What do you want, Scar?" The zombie rolled her eyes and pulled out her crossbow.

She rushed up the dark oak stairs and to the second floor. There, she positioned her cross bow in the machicolation. The woman would use it if needed. For now, she just needed to appear intimidating. The Red Life looked up and down the castle from his spot outside. He spotted the woman and let out a gasp. It was audible to him, but not to Cleo.

"I'm not here to hurt you!" he cried as he placed a hand above his eyes to see better.

"Then what do you want?" she asked, her voice loud and clear so the man could hear her. The woman's eyes stayed on the man in case he tried to pull a fast one on her.

He stuffed a hand in the left pocket of his ripped jeans. "I can offer friendship—"

"No!"

"Reputation—"

"Scar, go away!" she shouted with irritation.

"Jeez, alright," he replied, just loud enough for the zombie to hear.

"Go! Shoo!" the woman shouted with a frown. She kept pointed the crossbow at the man at all times.

"Grian, get out the TNT."

"Yes, sir," the respective voice replied from behind Cleo.

Before she could react, the blond quickly pulled out the explosive. With a snicker, he lit it and ran. Cleo tried escaping, but she wasn't fast enough. It was too late. The TNT exploded before she could reach the stairs. The woman blacked out.

"I think we got her."

"Good. One life gone and two more to go."

WC: 438