Foxjin and Colder

Steve

“Steve?” Chris’s voice comes from the herobrines mouth, “it's you, why didn't you save us?”

“Yeah” Greg’s voice comes from nowhere as well, then they are both standing there in front of him, their eyes glowing white.

“No” he says to them, “I'm dreaming again...”

His two best friends and teammates start to approach him slowly,

“Wake up...” he murmurs to himself.

“Wake up,”

“Wake up!”

He gasps as the world comes into focus; there he is under the tree he’d rested under. He springs up feeling his heart beating quickly and his lungs breathing in air too fast. He runs into the trees not sure what he's even running from.
He stands there in the forest calming himself down as he stares around at all the trees,

Stop panicking,

He tells himself as he takes in his surroundings. He holds his sword out and sighs, he’s been looking for Herobrine’s place, to find his friends, he knows he can save them, snap them out of the trance they are in. Else he had really failed them and they are gone…

Long ago he had worked for Notch, the supposed main creator of this world, he had been paired with two guys, Chris and Greg. The three had gone on many missions together and worked to keep the world at balance and peace. But then…

“Come on guys!” Greg runs into the trees.

Chris follows him then looks back at Steve who is still standing there staring around at the island.

“Steve we can’t let him get lost!” he calls.

“Right, right” Steve walks over to him.

The three are here to investigate strange activity and save the animals of the island, spawners have been placed everywhere by someone… or something. Monsters would appear out of them and attack the mobs of the island. Which is weird because hostile creatures like zombies and skeletons usually only attack players and villagers, that’s how Notch and the other creators made them.

Notch and the others aren’t gods exactly, more like overseers of this world. They call themselves Creators. Of course this means a lot of sacrifice because they don’t usually interfere with this world. Steve and Chris wanted to join as helpers to promote peace and help the unbalanced world right itself. The villagers and the players have been long fighting after the villagers somehow got smart.
Greg on the other hand is probably just there for the cake, that’s what he insists to have as payment.

Steve is still in thought as he follows Chris after the direction Greg went. He’s usually in thought about something or other, he thinks a little too much and he knows it.

He had been fighting for peace even before he joined Notch. He remembers saving villagers from a group of guys causing trouble long ago.

“HEY GUYS” Greg suddenly calls loudly.

Chris facepalms.

“Well so much for being stealthy” he gives a small smile before running into the rocky spot Greg is in.

Chris is always optimistic; he always knows what to do… he cares a lot about his emotions and uses them to make all his decisions. Steve wants to do that too, but he tends to overthink everything strategically.

“Look at this stupid zombie!” Greg laughs, he’s pointing at a zombie standing on the opposite ledge of a deep small crack in the ground. The zombie is wearing a red shirt instead of the usual teal. That is a little strange.