Tsunshine

Chapter 1

Dedicated to Folsense

The sun was setting on the land of Minecraftia, but three tired friends were making their way to a competition, through a spacious forest with short trees and few shadows. Four friends, if you included the rather vocal pig with a surprisingly deep emotional capability. This pig was wearing a cardboard dragon costume, messily painted without much precision. His owner/best friend walked alongside him.

This man was scruffy and wearing a stained white formal shirt, which he'd probably once reserved for formal occasions but decided to wear it whenever. He had some red suspenders along with it and some mud-stained blue jeans. His fawn hair often went unbrushed for days and he had no regrets. He had a particularly dull green-eyed stare. He went by Jesse.

Alongside him was his rather bulky friend wearing an old green jumpsuit, stretched by time and having a few grungy brown patches stitched on here and there. He had an even messier mop of dark hair that fell unattractively everywhere, and had a thick unplucked and uncared for monobrow. This particular person went by Axel.

Finally was the local engineer of the sparse community, a girl with dark skin and dark hair tied into messy pigtails. She had a green oversized beret sitting upon her head on a slight angle and threatening to slip off, but remained secured to her head with goggles. She wore maroon overalls over a white shirt, the overalls stained with oil marks and grease. She carried around a pessimistic smile on her pink plump lips. She went by Olivia.

"Today is the competition day, and we've actually got an idea of what we're going to build." Jesse gave an excited grin. He had tried to remain optimistic despite having lost this rather small competition year after year, stacking up participation certificates year after year. It hurt.

"What about the ocelots? They always show up and beat the everlasting crap out of us!" Olivia remembered wistfully the one day they thought they wouldn't show up, before realising they were only late since they were so busy grabbing all the materials.

"Lukas and his Ocelots better not show up this year." Jesse curled his hands into fists. He felt his cheeks grow hot with anger at the mental image of Lukas that had appeared in his head. He felt lightheaded. His whole body felt like it was growing hot with rage.

"They probably will as they have every other year ever." Axel reminded Jesse. Jesse gave a sigh.

"I just want this year to be the year I beat Lukas." Jesse puffed his chest out and tried to look tough. "He's such a jerk."

As if on cue, the competition came into sight. There was a wooden desk with "ENTRY HERE" painted on the front, along with a few fences to indicate building areas and a large wooden stage in the centre. Jesse's eyes were immediately drawn to a group of four people wearing matching leathers jackets, all brand new and with a design of an ocelot face stitched carefully onto the back. They were most likely handmade. Jesse's eyes were immediately drawn to the only one with blonde hair.

Jesse's cheeks grew red and reflected an inner rage. He gave a sigh but felt a bit nervous.

"Look, it's the Ocelots..." Olivia gave an aggravated mumble. Her fists curled up but her cheeks didn't go red in anger.

"They're so cool..." Axel commented in a wistful whine.

Their footsteps on the grass caught the attention of the gang standing at the desk. Lukas was talking with the lady at the desk, clearly entering them into the competition. The rest of the gang all spun around and looked towards the incoming four.

"Well, if it isn't the Order of the Losers." The tallest one commented, making aggressive movements towards Jesse and his weaker group. Jesse stepped back and bit his lip slightly. He didn't feel the same amount of rage towards these three but concentrated all his face-reddening anger into a white hot beam towards the blonde Ocelot at the counter. The shot backfired and his own cheeks flashed crimson at the sight of the man.