Prank Gone Wrong - A Minecraft Fanfiction (BajanCanadian & Others)

Chapter 1: #Merome

The sun shone on Quentin's tired eyes, blinding him temporarily as he opened his door. He shielded the light from his eyes with his hand until his sight adjusted to his surroundings.  The Mudkip blinked and stretched his arms towards the sky. Judging by the position of the sun, he hadn't woken up too late. He looked around at the plains that his house was built in and his gaze met with those of many Pixelmon. Some of them stared a him, some ran away, and some even walked towards him. He could also hear the Pidgeys chirping above his head as the flapped their wings in the whistling breeze. It was like any other morning in the Pixelmon server; quiet and calm. Or, at least, it used to be. When the hybrid took a step forward, he heard a small click. He raised his foot to look at the ground under it. A pressure plate. "Crap," he muttered. The sound of an undeniable explosion boomed from behind him and before he knew it he was thrown into the air. He bumped into groups of bird Pixelmon as he rocketed upwards at full speed. He cried out most of the way until he crashed into what felt like water. When his eyelids lifted, he waited until his head stopped swimming before looking around. He was correct that he had landed in a body of water, but it was surrounded by walls of stone. In front of his landing place there was a small space of land where he could stand, but it wasn't tall enough to help Quentin climb out. "Where the hell am I?" he wondered out loud. He didn't have to think about how he got there, as it was obvious by the volume of the explosion that a TNT had gone off. But who had done this? A kidnapper? Was he in trouble? Quentin swam to the only available piece of land in the ditch and got out of the water.  Click. The Mudkip winced at the sound and tried running back to avoid the explosion he was expecting. This time, he was able to recognize the low hissing of dynamite. Oddly, though, it seemed to come from far away, but the hybrid didn't realize it. He ran towards the water, but he was interrupted by the sudden lifting of a wall that blocked his path. When he took a closer look at it, he realized the blocks of the wall were actually dispensers.  He took a step back. He was in a limited 3x3 hole, so it didn't make much of a space difference between him and the wall, but something was better than nothing. He reverted this decision yet again when he stepped on pressure plate quite foolishly. "AGH!" Quentin yelped and shielded his face with his arms. He was expecting something horrible to pour put of those dispenser, like arrows, fire or lava. Add that to the TNT about to go off and the results could be disastrous. So you can imagine Quentin's surprise when said blow was a mere poke. "What?" The Mudkip opened his eyes and looked at the dispensers with a raised brow. Just as he did so, a small flash of blue exited the block and hit Quentin on the side of his head. He turned around and looked at whatever object had just bopped him. His look of confusion was replaced to that of anger when he recognized the missile as a small, turquoise fish. In merely a few seconds, the floor of the ditch was littered in scaled creatures. The sound of TNT blowing up in the distance echoed in his ears. It had apparently only been set off to scare him into the pressure plate. Quentin seethed in fury and irritation as he clenched his fists. The slight fear he had dealt with moments before was gone just like that, as he realized this was not attempt to damage his life, but to annoy him instead. It had worked, as much as he hated to admit it.  The question of who was the culprit was still unsolved, though. "I'm not a fish!" The Mudkip screamed towards the sky. Shortly after that, the laughter of two beings broke out. Judging by the sound of it, they were both male.  Just form those two facts, Quentin had a good idea of who had caused all this. A bucket of water was placed at the edge of the rupture in the floor, creating a small waterfall for the amphibian to use as a replacement ladder. The laughter had toned down to a constant chuckling by now. Not wasting much time, Quentin swam out of the hole and pulled himself into what appeared to be a part of the desert. It was extremely close to another plain biome, however. As such, there wasn't any burning sensation that one would feel in an actual sandy land. Fuming, he stomped off after the chuckling that was quickly growing into full laughter again. It was coming from a bush on the plains side. He must have stepped far too loudly, as the guilty party quickly jumped from their crouching positions and sprinted off into a wooden house. One of them was wearing a suit with a red tie flying behind him as he ran, and the other one was clad in a red and black checkered hoodie. His light brown hair did a close motion to his companion's tie as they fled. Quentin chased them, but he was unable to catch them because when he got to the brown structure, the matching door was locked.  He punched the walls and aimed a few Water Guns at the windows, but to no avail. He could hear the culprits snickering inside. "MITCH! JEROME!" The Mudkip called out the names of the unmistakable duo. They only laughed more. "YOU ARE GOING TO PAY FOR THIS, YOU BUTTS!" The amphibian yelled through the small windows on the door, scowling. Mitch's head popped up from the window. The biggest grin was placed on his face, which was still contorting in laughter, even if it had diminished a bit. Jerome's furry head appeared besides his, mimicking the Canadian's expression. "#MEROME!" They both called at the same time and slipped inside of their house and closed the window, barely missing Quentin's well-aimed Water Gun attack. The Mudkip turned to look inside of their refuge to see them doing a high-five and Jerome saying "Power Moves Only." The amphibian let out a scream of frustration and slammed his foot against the grass. "They are going to regret they did this.." He muttered to himself before storming off into his house. The front was destroyed, and debris now replaced the whole wall that used to hold the door. Quentin didn't have to do anything to go where he wanted other than to climb the ladders into the second floor; it had miraculously been untouched by the TNT. It must have taken a good amount of red stone to set up the whole prank victoriously. "Since when did Mitch and Jerome know how to use redstone?" The hybrid wondered. He walked into the small room and approached his bed. He picked up a small, blue remote that was designed to resemble himself. It too had orange cheeks with matching wires on their sides, like his fins. In the middle, where the mouth should be, there was a button. Quentin pressed it and put it back on top of the covers, then turned to face the wall from across the room.  The wood blocks that he was staring at started to move in a swirling path, twisting the light brown color of the planks. Said color started to darken in a matter of seconds, and it eventually turned completely black before suddenly popping open and revealing a yellow whirlpool with streaks of blue in its waves. It was emanating a sound resembling that of wind blowing. The Mudkip walked towards the portal. His arms were crossed when he stepped inside fully, one foot at a time. The color engulfed him, making him feel like he was standing straight under the sun's rays, even if the inside of the vortex wasn't any warmer than it was outside. He walked forward until he felt the yellow light disappear and wane into a much more tame glow. Quentin poked his head out of the portal and his body followed suit. The walls of the room he was now in were of varying colors. One part was purple, one was blue, one green, so on and so forth. In front of every section of color were various portals similar to the one that Quentin had just crossed, which was yellow with a blue frame. Each led to every server that all the Team Crafted members had. They had placed a couple of the server entrances in public places, such as the plaza, for people to join and play, but a few needed to be kept private to only members. For example, the Pixelmon servers. They didn't want to repeat the griefer incident in Adam, Jason, Ty and Tyler's (Brotato) rift.  Quentin walked out of the colorful room and into the alleys of the Team Crafted base and headed towards his room.  He was still fuming, even if it was considerably less than when he had been pranked. Being called a fish was nowhere on his favorite things that his friends did teasingly. He was an amphibian, for Notch's sake! When would they learn? "Not only that, but they blew up the front of my house!" Quentin added to his thoughts. "I need to plan some payback.." Then he stopped. He leant against the light gray walls and rested his chin on his flipper. What could he do? He could think of many things.. TNT, ice, flooding their house again, spawning in a lot of creepers or hostile monsters, replacing the wood walls with glass.. "But that won't do.." The Mudkip hybrid sighed, his mind blank. "All those would be too predictable. Mitch and Jerome are going to be waiting for a counter prank.." "Well, why not use their weaknesses against them?" Another voice spoke from his right. Quentin turned to look at the speaker and recognized Ian's blue eyes. His friend had a mischievous grin on his face. "Ian, what are you doing here?" Quentin asked. "I just finished playing a couple of rounds of Cops N' Robbers, so I decided to come back. Then I heard you talking from that entrance," Ian pointed behind himself at two iron doors, "and overheard you, so I'm here to help!" "Why?" It wasn't that Quentin was against getting a bit of help. He was just curious as to what Ssundee's intentions were. "They filled my house with soul sand," Ian answered bluntly, "I'm not done with them just yet." The Mudkip smirked at him and nodded, " Alright. Explain to me which weaknesses you're referring to." "Not exactly 'weaknesses', but things that we can use in our favor." "Examples?" "Well, Mitch likes cereal, right?" The hybrid nodded. "And Jerome likes raw meat, right?" He nodded again. "How about we slip a lil' somethin' somethin' into one of each?" A bulb flickered in Quentin's head, "Oooohhh." His smirk grew. Ian and the Mudkip nodded at each other with equal expression of mischievousness. "We're going to need a little help, though," Ian commented. "I know who to call." Ian followed Quentin from close behind as he led him towards a door, which the hybrid opened when he turned the knob to the right. It revealed a long hallway with doors on both sides, 10 when adding them all up. 5 were placed on one wall and the other 5 were on the opposite one. Ian and Quentin walked towards a purple door that radiated sparks and swayed in different motion, similar to a nether portal, though much lighter. The amphibian pushed it opened and walked inside with Ssundee. The room they were now in had light purple walls with black and darker streaks here and there. The outer edge was outlined with many book cases, which were filled with books of many colors and sizes. In the far corner laid a bed that matched the walls with white pillows. On the wooden frame there was a red creeper face printed on it. In the center of it all was what appeared to be a small office. The desks were covered on spills of many potions, and even more guides and books than the ones in the shelves. There was a brewing stand in one of the corners and an enchanting table on the right. There was someone sitting in front of the tables, mixing a blue liquid with a green one.  "Seto?" Quentin called. The sorcerer raised his head from his work and turned towards his friends. His face was covered by a black and light purple hood, and he was wearing a matching cloak with pale gray shoes. In the middle of center of his shirt there was a creeper face, much like the one on his bed. He lifted the hood from his face to reveal light brown eyes and matching hair color. "Hey guys," the boy greeted them with a smile. They both waved at him and approached the table he was working on, but Seto stopped them. "Might want to be careful," he warned them. "This potion isn't done yet, and it may be dangerous if it gets spilled." Ian pointed to the splotches on his desk with a grin, "Might wanna take your own advice." Seto rolled his eyes, "Fair enough. What do you guys need?" "A little help with a small potion," smirked the Mudkip.