Huh! Where am I? Everything is pitch black then I see a guy with white eyes grin evilly at me. What? Herobrine? what is he doing here? Again where am I?
"You're in your dream" He said while grinning evilly
"I'm dreaming? Then why is it pitch black in here?"
"Don't ask me. This is your dream" He said with his arm crossing
"That explain everything, wait I'm gonna test something"
after that I try to imagine that I have an apple appear on the palm of my hand.*pop*The apple really appear. Interesting.
Then I started to imagine a bazooka appear in front of me with some ammo.
"Now, tell me a reason that I shouldn't blow you up with this bazooka" I threatened him.
"W-wait" he stuttered
"One" I started to count
"That'll be boring" he said
"Two"
"Fine" He said after that he let out a long 'sigh'
"I teleported you into Minecraft while you're sleeping and came inside your dream to tell you"
"And why did you do that?"
"Because I need entertainment" he said in a monotonous voice
"I know how you feel dude, anyway isn't you supposed to be more 'terrifying' than this?" I ask out of curiosity
"Hey Evan how many times do I have to tell you? This... is... your... dream I can't use most of my powers when I'm in here"
"I just realized, why did I tell you that?" He face palmed
"Don't worry I won't torture you unless..."I trailed off "if you don't tell me how to get out of here" I threatened him again
"Oh don't worry you're gonna wake up in 10 seconds"he said
I think I'm gonna troll him, hehehe,5,4,3,2 I pull the trigger of my bazooka
"WHAT TH-!?" *boom*
Guys sorry because this part is too short, next time I'll make an even more longer part if I have the time
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Mob Talker story V.2
FanfictionOk this is the 3rd time I changed this storys description, Lol here it goes. Evan, a 16 year old guy, who isn't a serious type of person, even in life and death situation, he still makes his enemies laugh. While still in combat. But he's the type of...
