Branzy's Sister

Who is Branzy?

TW! Cussing

(ClownPierce POV)

The small chat message ding catches my attention.

Server: Branzy has made the advancement Nether

Parrot: The Nether?

ItzSubz: Already?

Clown: Is this guy speed running the game?

I close the chat device and look up from the screen. I spot all the lush green hills around spawn, more than half of them are gravesites. My mind instantly begins to focus on the surrounding terrain. Where is the Nether portal he went to? Suddenly, a series of purple particles float into the air, rising from behind some dense trees.

I slide down from the hillside, my jester fit catching some grass stains. Ignoring the mess, I make my way over to the interdimensional door. I equip my axe and step through the purple light. I feel as the heatwave hits me and inhale sharply. The oppressive temperature is causing my clothes to stick to my skin.

Looking around, I spot a man just beyond the basalt. Or- a kid? Wait no, he's just... short. I presume that is Branzy. He has fluffy white hair, a purple shirt with a vest, and a tattoo that trails up his arm. I decide to observe him for a second, just to see what he's capable of. I watch as he whips out a pickaxe and begins hacking away at the netherrack.

"Well, that's an amateur move..." I mutter.

Silently, I creep up to the beginning of the tunnel. The purple clad man has his back turned. I watch as his tool glides through the fragile stone. At this rate, he'll hit a lava ocean! I scour my inventory for a fire-resistance potion. The splash vial sits in my gloved hand while I prepare for the inevitable. Suddenly, Branzy's pickaxe breaks through the wall, and he falls into the sea of flames.

Without thinking, I leaped after him. My arm moved forward, and the potion flew from my hand. The vial hit the screaming man, and we both plunged into the boiling liquid. I automatically bite down on a gapple and let the regeneration settle in.

(Branzy POV)

I shrieked as I fell towards the lava. I throw my hands over my head, as if that'll help... I cry out as something smashes into my head, causing a painful throbbing. Swirls of orange float past my eyes, and I drop into the fiery magma. I wince, but don't burn as originally predicted. My eyes are slammed shut underneath the waves of agony. Suddenly, I feel something fall in next to me. The next thing I know, I feel hands grabbing my shoulders and hauling me up to the surface.

I crack open my eyelids and blink a few times, looking around for my savior. I spot a man with a white mask, jester fit, and gloved hands. He lifts both of us onto the nearest netherrack island. The jester climbs onto the red platform before dragging me onto it. I lay there, momentarily stunned and simply staring ahead blankly.

"H- Who are you...?" I whisper to the man.

He looks down at me before responding, "My name is ClownPierce, or Clown. But I think the more important questions here are: who are you? And what the hell are you doing on LifeSteal?"

I'm taken aback by his straight-forward questions. "B-Branzy..." I stutter. "My name's Branzy, or BranzyCraft..."

"Well, nice to meet you, Branzy," Clown said. "Now answer my second question, why are you here on one of the deadliest servers with absolutely no real skills?"

His honesty hurt, but when the research I did on this server comes to mind, I remember ClownPierce as one of the most fearsome. I tried my best to not anger him.

"I-I-" My voice cracks while I try to make an excuse. Ivory might not have a great reputation here.

Clown peers closely at me and then shakes his head. "Fine, but you're coming with me. It's not safe here. Maybe you'll answer my question later."

(Time Skip cuz yes)

I follow the jester across biomes. His tall frame and weapons show off.

Damn... he's hot-

The heat rises to my face as I come to terms with my newfound sexuality.

I'm- I'm gay???

I silently comprehend my life right now. I am utterly stuck in a server without Ivory. I am practically being kidnapped by a killer. (He's hot though...) AnNnDd I can't do shit about my PvP skills. Great...

Unexpectedly, he stops dead in his tracks, and I wasn't quick enough to react. I crash into his back and freeze. Clown goes stiff and slowly moves his hand behind him. He pushes me back carefully.

"U-uh, we're here..." He says as if nothing happened.

I look out in front of us. There, stands a tall brick house, cleverly disguised by dense forest. Clown walks up to the door and pushes it open to reveal a cozy home. I trail behind him, taking in the surroundings. An open kitchen stands to the left, where as a living room is off to the right. In front of the door is a long hallway which branches off into several other rooms.

Clown looks over at me. "I'll be in the workshop, you're allowed to explore the house, but if you steal, then I'll slit your throat."

I tense up and nod my head obediently. After that, he leaves me alone in the doorway. I decide to make the most of my time and head down the hall. A series of doors with different labels tells me what's behind them. Then I spot a certain eye-catching sign.

Plans and Blueprints room

My curiosity overtakes me, and I turn the doorknob. Upon entry, I'm greeted with a huge number of blueprints for some kinds of traps. Different arrows point to different redstone functions. Numerous question marks bombard the pages. I understand the functions perfectly though. Deciding to not let such errors go unnoticed, I scour the room for a pen or pencil. I spot the orange writing tool and snatch it up. I make my way over to the blueprints and begin erasing, changing, and reorganizing the pages.

After I finish, I step back and admire my handiwork, making sure I didn't miss something. All of a sudden, a voice from behind startles me.

"Branzy, what are you doing...?" Clown stared at my corrections before looking back at me. "Do you know redstone?"

YOOOOO PART 2! Motivation is slowly coming back. And I mean slowly lmao. Have a great rest of your night/day/afternoon, Beansprouts! -Author