The Adventures of Slamacow

They won't go away...

((Next chapter! I guess I should give a warning for graphic scenes, such as gore and stuff...))

It was silent as we walked, not surprising considering Bart and Dave don't talk and I rarely speak myself, but this silent was kind of troubling for me. I glanced up at Bart, he looked like he was a mix of sad and disappointed. I felt guilt clawing at my gut, it wasn't his fault. That Enderman clearly had a bone to pick with us for reasons unknown, and Bart was just protecting us. I glanced at my feet. Bart was always finding a way to protect us (Mostly Dave cause he's more likely to get in trouble), I always thought of him as an older brother.

We walked for another few feet until I started feeling dizzy. Not again. This had started up a few weeks ago, reasons being I've been lacking sleep. I get dizzy, try to keep going, five minutes later I pass out. Bart and Dave must've seen this, because they held a stance that said they were ready to catch me. I regained my balance and I waved them off, of course I was cocky, because five minutes later I found myself hitting the ground.

I woke up later that night but nothing felt real...where am I? I looked around and saw that I was in some weird forest with a familiar green fog. Oh no... I heard something break to my right I glanced over and gasped. I saw an Enderman standing over Bart, who was barely moving, the Enderman raised it's foot over Barts chest and stomped down with all of its might, making Barts ribs cave in onto his heart, thus killing him. No...

I opened my mouth to scream for Bart but then I heard an ugly smacking sound to my left and saw ANOTHER Enderman slamming Dave's head into a tree over and over. I found the courage to stand and I started to run towards the attacker but I was grabbed. I was hoisted up till I was eye level with Barts killer. I could see over his shoulders the second Enderman finally smashing Dave's head in, killing him as well. I almost threw up when I saw his brains leaking from the side of his now wide open skull. The second Enderman turned to me, eyes full of bitterness. I somehow found the courage to speak.

"Y-you monsters! YOU MONSTERS!!" I screamed, kicking my feet in hopes of freeing myself, but of course I had no luck.

I just closed my eyes at that point, knowing that they won. Bart's dead, Dave's dead, and now I'm next. I felt my self being shaken from their silent laughter and- Wait, Endermen don't laugh. Do they? I opened my eyes and I saw Bart and Dave looking down at me, the sun peeked through the leaves of the tree above me then realization dawned on me. It was a nightmare, just a very messed up nightmare.

Bart and Dave looked scared for me which was really not surprising, I must've made some sort of noise or movement in my sleep that told them I was panicking. I didn't really care what I did, Bart and Dave were alive and that's all I care about. As a matter of fact, I lunged forward and gave them a big hug. "T-they're back..." I whispered. Oh yeah, I should've mentioned that about 50% of the times I pass out, it usually ends in a horrible nightmare. I felt Bart and Dave flinch at that, because last few times I hadn't gotten a nightmare. I pulled away from them and smiled, still very happy that they were alive. Bart had rustled my hair a little and Dave went back to his game. It was as if nothing happened.

((Ha ha! I'm not that stupid to kill off Bart and Dave! I love them too much. Sorry for the short chapter but I hope you like it and I'll talk to you later!))