In A New World (A Minecraft Story)

Steve Doesn't Get It

I woke up to some arguing. I felt like I was on the couch, and my ankle felt more numb than broken. I opened my eyes to see a bandage wrapped my ankle with an ice bag under it as my ankle was propped onto the armrest. I looked over my shoulder to see Steve in his "new" shirt that I nearly killed myself dying. He then pulled up his shirt, exposing black skin. "Now I look like I'm part enderman!"

Cecelia giggled a little, "I bet Tasha was going to tell you that your skin can get dyed before she saw the fire. At least that will go away, eventually."

He sighed, "how? I don't see a reversing spell around here, do you?"

She laughed a little more, "no, but it isn't a tattoo, so eventually when your skin sheds a little more it'll take away the dyed skin and vuala! You'll have regular skin. I think. But if you keep the shirt on, I think it will be okay." I moaned a little, and they both jumped. Cecelia laughed, "well, look who's waking up. You feeling better?"

I moaned, "feel like I just died, but other than that, I'm fine." I tried sitting up, but my ankle was in the way. If I moved even a single inch, I would feel paralyzing pain going up my leg and I would have to stop and wince.

Steve came over, "hey, it's alright. Don't move, and you'll be fine." He soothed me as he rubbed his black stained hand over my arm.

I laughed, "I was going to tell you about dying skin, but fire comes first."

Cecelia laughed, "I TOLD YOU!" Steve looked like he was going to punch her, but kept his fists down.

Then I noticed that the loveseat was empty, "where's Herobrine?" I started looking for a limping man, but there was no sign of him.

Steve laughed, "oh, him? Cecelia didn't trust him enough to keep both of you in the same room, so he has a..." He looked at Cecelia, "what's it called again?"

Cecelia laughed a little, "hammock."

Steve continued, "okay, hammock, and he's in my room, so if he even tries to get out, I would know."

I laughed, "even if I put you under the sleeping medicine again?"

Steve gave a concerned face, "what's sleeping medicine?"

I answered him, "it's something to put you to sleep and keeps you that way."

Cecelia gaped, "so that's how you snuck his shirt off his back while he was asleep. He was drugged!" She leaned over and started laughing her head off.

Steve looked a little upset at the moment, but then he started laughing with her, "that was really clever. Maybe, if he does get out of control, we can put Herobrine under it?" He looked a little innocent at the time, but I had a bad feeling that they didn't get along too well.

Herobrine shouted from Steve's room, "I heard that!" He didn't sound too loud because he had a few walls to go through in order for us to heard that.

Steve shouted back, "well, sounds like the other one is finally up."

"What happened to him?" I wondered out loud.

Steve shrugged, "he passed out after I gave him this liquid." He pulled out a bottle of sleeping medicine, "he looked thirsty."

"Steve, that's sleeping medicine." His face became pale as Cecelia started laughing even harder. Then I cleared the subject, "Cecelia, have you found any baking soda and liquid detergent?" Cecelia nodded as Steve came back from his guilt trip. What can I say? He is completely innocent. And he was trying to help, not to put someone to sleep. And it sounds like he didn't make him overdose, or did he? "I remember mom telling me that if you mix two milliliters of baking soda with ten milliliters of liquid detergent, it gets stains out of skin, just like clothes, just it would only be the detergent." Steve looked like he was going to jump into the air.