Fission Mailed (CaptainSparklez, OMGitsfirefoxx, iiJeriichoii, SynHD)

8. Mysterious

Sonja's POV

My eyes flutter open as they see daylight. Another day in minecraft. I wonder what would happen to us today. Because the past few days were totally normal. Totally.
I look to my side and realise I had kicked Tucker off the bed over night. I smirk at the sight of him curled up in a little ball on the floor, then walk over to the upstairs bathroom to pee. I quietly open the door not to wake Tom, Jordan and Tucker up. I notice a rather strong scent of lavender. Damn, Agatha must really like lavender, as all the toiletries in the little cupboard are lavender. Of course assuming Agatha did all this. I do my business and exit the bathroom into our bedroom, where no one has moved. I decide to visit the farm outside our house to get wheat and carrots, but as I descend the staircase, I notice something. Something which was definitely not here before. A door way leading to a new room. A new room? Randomly appeared over night? If Agatha is behind all this, and we all know she is, then how on earth did she not wake us up whilst doing construction right below us? And of course, why?
After some more thinking and linking, I reckon there is not much else to do but to explore. I stumble over to the mysterious new room in my dressing gown and walk through the 2x2 doorway with no doors. It's.. It's a kitchen. An actual minecraft kitchen. Started from the bottom, now we have a kitchen and a bathroom. Two even. There is a fridge in the corner, a table with four seats by the wall and a stove and oven imbetween counters and cupboards. This is a pretty cool kitchen, really. It even has windows looking over at our farm and the woods, I can even see the village I spawned at in a distance. It feels like it's been months since then. then I notice another piece of paper on the wooden table.

'A nice kitchen would also come in handy I hope? One cannot simply live off dry bread and carrots. There's plenty of good stuff in the fridge.'

I wonder why Agatha is being so helpful. Anyways, I gather I'm hungry and the others will be too when they wake up as we hardly ate anything since yesterday. I open the fridge and sure enough, it is full of fruit and veg, raw meats, dairy products. I sigh and grab a box of eggs along with a bottle of milk. I whisk the eggs and milk together in a bowl which I found in a cupboard, then dip toast in it which was conveniently placed on the counter for me. I grab a pan from another cupboard and coat it in oil, then carefully drop the drenched pieces of bread into the sizzling pan. When I am done cooking the French toast, I put it on square plates and take it upstairs so the boys can have breakfast in bed. I bring it up, and they are up, talking in their beds. They all look at me in silence as I walk in.

"French toast for anyone?" I ask with a smile upon my face. They all give me a questioning look which made me laugh, and I handed out the plates to everyone, getting into bed to eat myself.

"Where the hell did you get this from?" Tucker asks and looks over at my own plate cautiously.

"I made it," I say, then I remember that they have to idea about the kitchen. "I'll show you when we're done eating. Enjoy."
We greedily gobble up all the French toast from our plates. Damn, that was the best thing I've ever eaten. Considering I haven't eaten a proper meal for about a week now.
"Ok then, I'll show you," I say taking their empty plates and walking downstairs. I enter the kitchen and put the plates in the sink. They have look around the kitchen and look through the fridge and cupboards. Tom finds a huge 24 pack of juice cartons in a cupboard and Jordan attacks it ripping out an orange juice carton and jabbing a straw into it viciously, which made us laugh, seeing him lying on the floor sipping victory orange juice. We all have juice and since it's quite a nice morning, we decide to go out the back door and sit in the back garden area for a bit. So we leave the kitchen and open the back door- which turns out not to be the backdoor. It leads to another room. The living room. There are red sofas, another dining table with a vase of lavender on it to the left with six chairs this time, some shelves on the wall. And best for last, there is a TV. Tucker walks up to the TV cautiously and examines it from a small distance. Then his eyes fall below the TV to meet ecstasy. He stares and falls to his knees onto the white carpet.
"It's.. It's an Xbox.. One.." He stutters out and Tom falls to his knees beside him, followed by Jordan. I decide to sit on the sofa because I'm a lady and I like comfort, as I look at the three blocky men staring at the Xbox one, on their knees. I take my phone out of my hoodie pocket and snap a picture of this and laugh. After some time they they sit down on the floor and look at the games for the Xbox one: call of duty: black ops |||, gta v; it's all here. Tom inserts one of the games into the Xbox one and switches on the TV. We stare at the screen as it lights up. The graphics. They look even more incredible than when I play in real life, after days of nothing but squares. The boys fight over controllers, then decide on a rota of who should go first and who should play in multiplayer with who. I'm not in the mood, however fascinating and incredible this may be. So I get up and put my juice box on the acacia wood coffee table, then walk through the back door which is now in the living room. I lie down on the grass and close my eyes. The sunlight shone upon my face and I feel like everything is perfect. Then the sunlight is suddenly blocked and I abruptly open my eyes to see what was obstructing the sun to see- Agatha. I gasp and almost choke myself on air and sit up. She laughs and sits down next to me.

"Hi," I manage to say.

"Hello," she replies and smiles. "How are you liking your new home?"
There, I was about to ask.

"Well, we love it, but why are you doing so much for us?" I say tilting my head to the side. "First of all how did you get here, and how did we get here? Were you here before us? Where are we in real life? What happens if we die?"
So many questions are racing through my mind. I don't stop to think though, I bombard Agatha with all my questions and she just sits and listens. After I finish and suddenly inhale at the end of my sentence, she sighs and looks down.

"Well, I've been looking over you for a while now.." She begins.