Too. Many. LEWISES!

What did you do this time?

I wrote a story based on a fact that is not included in most 'Israphel Strikes Back' fanfics. The skins. So this story is based on one question:

If Israphel shot everyone into Minecraft, wouldn't there be a lot of people there with Lewis' and Simon's skins?

 Um. Okay.

{TWANSITION!}

Israphel gazed over the crowd of people that had just materialized in front of him. He sat upon a hastily erected stage, silently gloating over his achievement. He had, after years upon years of harnessing the Wall’s power, gained enough energy to transport every minecrafter into minecraft. Finally, he could get his revenge, not on Xephos and Honeydew, but Lewis and Simon. And, this time, respawning was out of options.

This time, it was a fair game.

The people in the crowd seemed utterly confused and lost. Do they not have teleporting in their world?.. Israphel smirked when he saw a dwarf and a spaceman standing back-to-back in the crowd, confusion written way across their faces. It was a good idea to make them look like their minecraft skins, or he might not have been able to recognize them. Yes, his plan was working out perfectly.

And now, all the pawns were in place. Now, it was time to begin the game.

Israphel examined the ring sitting innocently on his finger. It was seemingly unremarkable at first, a simple brown rock attached to a crude silver band, but..

Israphel lept into the air, experimentally, and watched as the ring light up a brilliant blue, glancing down to see that he was hovering a few feet in the air. It was funny how little bits of Tekkit found their way into Minecraftia. He would have to thank Ridgedog for the ring, later.

..Or at least Ridgedog’s wallet.

Though he wasn’t even sure why a flying, immortal, sadistic god would want or need to carry a flying ring, he wasn’t complaining. Flying is more useful than you’d think.

For instance.. He could do this.

Lewis yelped in surprise as Israphel yanked him into the air by the scruff of his neck, before clutching his neck and gasping for air like a beached fish. Simon looked up at both of them, eyes wide with fear.

“You are going to die now, Xephos. Or should I say Lewis? No matter. Any last words?” Israphel hissed into Lewis’ ear.

Lewis squirmed, desperately trying to stop his collar from choking him. He let out a desperate gurgling sound, as if he was attempting to speak. Israphel smirked and threw him to the ground, watching him gasp on his knees.

When Lewis has finally recovered enough to speak, he looked up and said, “Lewis? You mea Lewis of the Yogscast?”

Israphel looked at Lewis in confusion.

“No, I mean Lewis of my Cultists. Of course I mean Lewis of the Yogscast! Who else would you be?!”

Lewis slowly got up. “Look, Israphel, dude, I’m not Lewis. Would love to be, but nah.” He held out a hand to shake. “Name’s Joe. Is this some sort of convention?”

Something to his left caught Israphel’s attention. It was Granny_Bacon! Admittedly a much younger Granny_Bacon, but still her! It was her back when her hair was still red, when she still wore that stupid brown dress.

Suddenly, he saw a flash of purple over Granny_Bacon’s shoulder. Rising a few feet in the air, he saw the feared mage of Tekkit, Rythian, chatting animatedly with his mad scientist rival, Duncan. Then, he saw, a few feet to the left of Duncan, another Lewis. Except this one was wearing his adventuring garb. He turned around to face ‘Joe’ who was now being helped up by a man in sunglasses and the Sapling King.

Israphel flew fifteen feet in the air, and actually looked around, trying to name everyone in the crowd.

Granny_Bacon, Notch, Younger Granny_Bacon, Steve, Lewis, Toby, Rythian with blue eyes, Steve, Simon, A man wearing black sunglasses and brown hair, Lewis, Simon, Herobrine, Rory, A man with a green shirt, Hannah Simon, Steve, Moira, Reverand_John, Notch, Lewis, Hannah, Israphel—

Maybe he shouldn’t have made them look like their minecraft skins.

He gazed across the crowd, seeing that for every group of ten people, there was one random Yogscast member, and one Simon or Lewis. And how many people were there? Hundreds upon thousands.

Israphel sighed, and flew down to one of the Lewis’.

“Are you the real Lewis?”

{TWANSITION!}

Simon tapped Lewis on the shoulder. After watch Israphel ask about twenty Lewis' and Simons if they were the real one without even coming close to them, he had begun to relax. Lewis glanced over at him.

“What?”

“You wanna get started on a house?”

Lewis looked at the sky, trying to judge what time it was by the sun. He sighed.

“Sure.”

And so, they walked off as Israphel continued to apprehend random Yogscast fans who changed their skin to Lewis or Simon.