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

Chapter 3: Not-So-Sweet Revenge

Mitch was awoken by a bright light that shone against his eyelids, much to his dislike. He reacted by squeezing them tighter together in protest, and rolling to his side from his original position that had him resting on his back. He still felt weary from needing to catch up on missed sleep, and the light was not letting him.

Mitch laid his hands next to his head, palms facing downwards. He stretched his hand and groped for his blankets as he felt a breeze sweep against his body. He was surprised when he felt no blankets or pillows under his head, but grass and leaves instead. Had Jerome dumped those on his bed and taken the covers?  

If he had, it wasn’t the first time.  

The Canadian strained to open his eyes, a groan escaping his lips when light flashed into his vision far to harshly for his liking. Again, he found it strange. His room didn’t have such a potent light source.  

Once the brightness diminished and the blur faded from his eyes, Mitch sat up. He found himself looking at a bright blue sky, shreds of clouds scattered all over it. When he looked around, he was met by big, thick trees of oak and birch. Their leaves were swaying along with the slow wind, creating a calming, rustling sound. Mitch’s hands were holding up the upper part of his body by pressing against the grass in the floor. He could feel the blades tickle his fingers.  

The Canadian rubbed his eyes and stared at his surroundings, wondering how he had gotten here in the first place. Was this a prank from Quentin? The come-back Mitch was expecting? Had he teleported Mitch from his bedroom after he had fallen asleep to this forest and ran away? Mitch pictured the amphibian hiding a few blocks away from him, holding in his chuckles as he looked at his confused friend, but when he had a thorough inspection of the trees and bushes, Mitch found nothing and no one. He was really aggravated.  

Done dueling on the subject, the Canadian decided to try and find a way out of the forest, like a simple and clear path. He lifted bushes and kicked leaves and moss in all directions, but to no avail. In fact, it ended up making a mess that only made him more confused. Mitch couldn’t remember being in this particular forest before either, so things weren’t in his favor.  

Not that he was an expert in seeing small detail enough to tell forests apart. He was never a wiz at directions either; that was Jerome. It took Mitch a good amount of Hunger Games matches for him to remember a map well enough, as he didn’t have to due to teaming with Jerome or another friend. He had been to many similar biomes but none had such a vibrant hue in its leaves or grass, like the one Mitch was in. The air also felt much more pure in a way that he couldn’t describe. Breathing came much easier than it had the last time he had been in a forest.  

The Canadian sighed and plopped on the ground, staring at the sky again.   

“You win this round, Q,” he muttered to no one, since he hadn’t spotted Quentin so far and had assumed he wasn’t present. However, Mitch was convinced the Mudkip was to blame for his situation.   His eyes strayed towards the tops of the trees and their branches, thick and strong. Mitch raised an eyebrow, getting the idea to climb the trees and look over the forest. Maybe he could see something that would lead him to home if he was high up.   He stood up again and walked towards the foot of an oak and stretched towards the closest branch with his hand.   But when his hand came into his view, he noticed it wasn’t a hand; but a paw.  

He let out a surprised yelp and stumbled back a bit, staring at the fur that covered the place where his bare skin once was.  

“What the hell?!” Mitch exclaimed and turned his paw over, noting that the other side was covered in fur as well. He flexed his fingers and was startled yet again when he saw sharp claws unsheathe, glistening in the sunlight. He looked at his other hand, and had the same result.