The One True Hero

CHAPTER 1

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Stampy's POV
Colours suddenly swirled into the blissfully dark void of Stampy's vision. When he could actually open his eyes he knew that he had to wake up now, that he had to leave behind the quiet of unconsciousness.

So, he pushed himself up, off of the stone floor, and to a wall, where he leant until the room stopped spinning. Looking around, he could see he was alone. Why was he alone? Where were his friends?

Realisation struck as his memories began to flood back into his brain. A picnic, a cow, milking, then... nothing. Frustratedly, Stampy tried to remember what'd happened, but it was as if the memory had been ripped out of his head.

Of course, he knew it was Hit The Target who'd taken him (who else?) but he needed to know if his friends were alright. If he'd got them hurt as well...

A faint groan suddenly made its way through the stone wall, and Stampy eagerly pressed his ear against the cracked stone.
"Lee?"
"S-stampy?"
"Lee, are you alright?"
"Fine. One hell of a - ow - headache though."
"Really?" asked Stampy interestedly. Why would Lee have a headache, but not him?

"I-I think I can hear Squid."
Stampy fell silent, and a few seconds later he heard Lee talking to what indeed sounded like Squid.
"Lee!" whisper-shouted Stampy "ask Squid what about Sqaishey and Amy?"

There was a few minutes delay, and then Stampy heard "in separate rooms as well, next to-"

Stampy stumbled away from the wall as The iron door to his room swung open with a metallic clang, to reveal none other than Hit The Target.

A cruel leer flitted across his lips, before he jerked his head at two endermen, who took long, fluid strides towards Stampy and crosses the room in seconds. One of them leant per him, and soon Stampy found himself unconscious for the second time that day.