Dystopia (BoD Book Three); A Camp Minecraft AU

Chapter Two; Biffle

His eyes flew open and he blinked a few times. The sun cut through the canopy high above, and his ears picked up the sound of a small bubbling river and the song of birds jumping from tree to tree.

Biffle sat up and looked around. This is what Death had promised. It was beautiful, and yet...

...yet it looked no different than home.

Sure, it was far more over grown, but the geographical structure looked no different. This was the forest they had crashed in with the time machines, but the crater was gone. The forest was deadly quiet. Unnaturally quite. It was as if all other life was gone.

Standing, Biffle walked around, trying to regain familiarity. It wasn't too hard, since he knew this forest, but it felt like a fever dream. He shouldn't be here. This isn't his home.

"It's your home now."

Biffle whirled around, panic flickering in his chest. Death flicked her tail, drawing her claws over a large flower Biffle did not recognize. She plucked off a rosy pink petal and picked off pieces of the edges.

Biffle stepped back, inhaling sharply.

"What?" Death flicked her talons, shaking off a flake of the petal, "Suddenly you're getting regrets? Now? After everything?"

Death circled Biffle, the shredded petal forgotten and trampled on the ground, "We have had this plan in motion for weeks now, and when you're bleeding out on the ground is when you start wanting to change your decisions? You characters are so stupid. Blind."

"At least we actually have morals," Biffle growled, absent mindedly. He was caught on what Death had called him. A character.

"Don't delve on it too much, honey. You're not going to survive long enough to figure it out," Death smirked, stopping in front of Biffle and placing a claw on his windpipe, "All of that training was not for nothing. It was not a pass time. It was not a ploy to make the story longer. It's how my kind desensitizes morals."

Death grew serious, white, glossy eyes pinned on Biffle, "I was trying to teach you how to recognize a needed sacrifice. I guess it didn't work on you."

Death tilted her head, questioningly, "Something was blocking it." Death stepped back and removed her claw, chuckling to herself, "Alright. That makes sense."

"What?" Biffle snarled, throwing out his arms, "What makes sense?"

"She was trying to protect you," Death turned away, "Either because she liked you or because she was trying to stop me. Doesn't matter either way."

"Who?" Biffle demanded.

"Let's put it this way, Biffle," Death grabbed the rest of the flower she had claimed earlier, "A- my kind are parasitic, in a way. We create so we can conquer. It's a war, Biffle. The more you create, the more you are recognized. The more you can hijack other...'s creations." Death plucked off a petal and crushed it between her talons, "Her and I, we are supposed to be working together. She is supposed to be my assistant. But, she's not doing a very good job." Death plucked off another petal, "So I am trying to tame her power. I'm trying to reclaim it. Then I'll just...I don't know. Kill her, maybe? Or I could have a bit more fun with her..." Death smiled and teased with the edge of the petal, then crushed it too, "Once she is dealt with, you might be useful later. If I don't leave you for dead, you'll be there to fight alongside me. One day I'll be a part of the Council, and I'll be the only one left." Death shredded the rest of the flower and dropped it at her feet. He looked back at Biffle one more time, who stood in confused silence, trying to process the goddess's words.

Death turned and disappeared into the foliage, but not before murmuring a final, "I'll be back to check on you soon."