Animation vs The Universe

~Friends~

"Hey guys!" Crimson greeted, jumping down from the portal with the rest of the gang. "Crimson! Haven't seen you in awhile." Jack waved.

Ninja, Prince, and Angel walked over to the other 2. "How've you been Crimson?" Prince asked. "Alright. Had my ups and downs, yknow." Crimson shrugged.

Crimson kept her eyes on Prince. "You know you really remind me of someone." Crimson stated. The others perked up at this. "Really? Who?" Prince finally spoke.

Crimson thought for a moment. "Another.... friend of mine." Crimson answered. The others exchanged glances.

"There's more of us?" Angel pressed. "Well, there's you guys, me, and then this person. But other then that, no, not that I know of." Crimson explained.

The gang paused. "Well... can we meet them?" Ninja questioned. Crimson rubbed the back of her head. "Oh, I don't know.." Crimson trailed off. "Pleaseee." Jack pleaded.

Crimson sighed, seemingly giving in. "Alright, but be warned, we have to go through the whole Nether." Crimson caved. The Fighters seemed satisfied and followed Crimson up to the portal.

Crimson let everyone through, before looking around the PC with an almost... guilty feeling. Crimson too jumped through the portal, joining the others.

"Where to now?" Prince asked. "This way!" Crimson pointed, walking in a certain direction. The other 4 followed closely behind her.

. . .

Viking came out of the Minecraft house, yawning and stretching. He looked all around the PC, not seeing a single trace of anyone. No one was inside, and there were no games open.

Viking looked around in a confused manor. "Where'd they all go?" Viking said aloud.

. . .

"Be careful." Crimson warned, as the 5 all crossed over a narrow netherack crossing, which was directly over a huge pool of lava. the Fighters Gang tried their best not to look down, but the lava glowed in a mesmerizing manor.

Crimson had a watchful eye, looking out for any ghasts or wither skeletons that might try to shoot or attack them. Luckily, the 5 got across with no issues.

They all continued walking through the scorching Nether, seemingly having no problems. That was until, they got to a small clearing where the floor was made of soul stone.

A sword was swung at Jack, making him jump. a rattling of bones was enough to make the group stop. Crimson noticed the wither skeleton, and began stabbing at it, getting good hits in.

a fireball whizzed by Ninja's head, making them spin around in surprise. a ghast was coming right at them, looking angry. Ninja pulled out a crossbow, firing arrow after arrow at the ghast.

Angel grabbed a fishing rod, flinging it at the ghast and getting flung on top of it. She steadied herself, taking a sword out, and plunging it into the ghast.

The ghast wailed out in pain, as Ninja got some good shots on the ghast. the ghast cried loudly one last time, before falling to the ground, and disintegrating into dust, leaving Angel to fall.

Angel stood up, dusting herself off. Crimson started clapping. "Woah, that was amazing!" Crimson ran over to Angel, patting her on the back. "Heh, thanks." Angel rubbed the back of her head awkwardly.

Crimson looked into the distance. "Cmon, let's keep going." Crimson ushered everyone to continue moving forward. The gang walked and walked for what seemed like hours.

Finally, they all arrived at a new Nether Portal. Crimson walked through, and hesitantly, so did the others. Jack was the last to come through the portal.

"Welcome to my home!" Crimson flung her arms up. The 5 were surrounded by quarts and gold blocks. They were in some sort of room, with a door opposite of the Nether Portal.

"Ok, so, my friend can be... alot sometimes. But she's really nice, I swear." Crimson lead the others out of the door.

They walked into a corridor, and the Fighters looked around. "Cmon, let's not keep her waiting." Crimson beckoned. The 5 started walking through the corridor.

"She's expecting us?" Ninja mumbled skeptically. Crimson realized what she said. "Well... not exactly. She likes surprises." Crimson tried, although the others remained unconvinced.

Crimson led the group to a set of stairs, starting to make her way up. "Her name is... Pretty. Queen Pretty.." Crimson's voice got noticably more quiet.

The others followed closely behind Crimson. She led them to a huge set of dark oak doors. Standing before them made the Fighters feel small, and insignificant.

Crimson pushed the doors open with little force. They creaked as they opened, showing a throne room, and a red carpet that led up to one throne in specific.

The gang nervously looked to the throne, seeing a figure sitting in it. She was a lavender coloured stick figure, wearing a huge yellow crown, and leaning on her arm.

The figure looked up, noticing the group. Crimson bowed, prompting the others to do so as well. "My queen, I've brought... friends." Crimson spoke nervously.

The queen lifted her head, standing slowly and approaching the bowed group. "Friends? If they are friends, why are they bowing?" The figure's voice boomed. the Fighters quickly stood up, nervously standing tall.

The queen paused, standing in front of everyone. "Wonderful to meet you all!" The purple figure suddenly cheered, jumping. "My name is Queen Pretty, and you are?" Queen Pretty introduced herself.

"I'm Angel." Angel replied sweetly. "Jack!" Jack excitedly followed quickly. "I'm Prince." Prince spoke with confidence.

Queen Pretty turned her head to Ninja. "And who might you be, strange one?" Queen Pretty questioned. Ninja rubbed the back of their head nervously. "Ninja.. my name's Ninja." they finally answered.

Queen Pretty took a few small steps back. "Well it's wonderful to have you all here. Welcome to my castle!" Queen Pretty cheered.

"Please, let me give you a grand tour. I'm sure Crimson here forgot to do that." Queen Pretty informed, a snarky tone in her voice. Crimson shrunk, rubbing her arm.

"Come, this way." Queen Pretty ushered everyone to follow her. They all started walking, Queen Pretty would point out things and explain them.

The history was quite interesting to the sticks, although none of the Fighters really believed any of it. "Oh my, you must be hungry." Queen Pretty suddenly perked up.

"Oh god, if I knew we were having guests I would have prepared something." Queen Pretty slumped. "Not to worry.." She once again stood tall. "Crimson can whip something up quickly, I'm sure." Queen Pretty nudged Crimson's arm.

"After all," Queen Pretty started.

"You are our friends."