A Destructive Reality - A Gameknight999 Story

1 - New School, New Life, Old Memories

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Tommy Feynman had messed up big time. Well, he hadn't known it yet, but soon he will. Soon he will figure out that he had cured his world-and life-with a terrible darkness. What did he do to shower his world in a terrible evil? Unplug one of his father's inventions while it was cooling off. Yes, all he did was pull a plug for this madness to happen. And how much will he regret it when he takes his first steps into his new middle school.

Taking a deep breath in, Tommy glanced over to his friend Shawn who was scrolling through Snapchat. The ginger was Tommy's only friend in the physical world. As for in Minecraft, that was a whole different story. In Minecraft, you see, Tom had so many friends. He was famous in that blocky, pixelated world. Though he wished to live in the game with his friends who actually understood him, he knew he had to always come back to his world, the real world. He didn't like the physical world a lot, but he appreciated his friend Shawn and what the world had to offer.

Soon the bus came and Shawn shoved his phone into his pocket.
"You sure you don't want to come back to Western?" the ginger asked and he stepped into the bus. "It's still nice there, everyone misses you."

Tommy laughed and waved Shawn goodbye as the bus drove off. He knew that the last thing Shawn said was a lie, no one liked him. That's why he transferred, to get a new start. Those were always good, right? Everyone's nice to new kids plus he heard the kids at DeanYard were better than those at Western.

Not that long after Shawn's bus left did Tommy's bus arrive. The yellow door opened and greeted Tom to a middle aged woman.

"Hey, your new, right?" she asked and the younger boy stepped onto the bus.

"Uh, yeah," Tommy replied and looked into the lady's deep blue eyes. "I'm new,"

"Well that's great," the woman said and pulled the lever to close the door. "Now pick wherever you wanna sit, it truly doesn't matter. You can switch seats whenever you want to."

Tom grinned at the lady and looked down the bus aisle. The other kids were staring at him which made him nervous. He slowly walked down to the last two seats. Putting his bag down, he sat next to another boy who looked about two or three years older than him.
Tommy didn't say anything until they had to get off. He learned he was the last stop so he didn't have a lot of time until he got to DeanYard.

The kids quickly stood up and dashed toward the front to get off as soon as possible. Tommy had started to stand before he got shoved back down as the older kid walked past him.

"Hey-" Tom started to say. The kid l turned around revealing his bright purple eyes.

"Oh, sorry." the kid said with little emotion. He turned back around and walked to the front of the bus.

Without wasting any more time than he already had, Tommy grabbed his bag and ran toward the front of the bus and walked down the steps. As he walked toward the gym for assembly, he thought about that older kid. His voice and eyes were like a complete replica of on of his old enemy...but he was also a friend.

Shaking off the stupid thought he walked through the glass doors into a gym filled with other young teens. He slowly made his way to his teacher and home room. Avoiding the teacher, he sat on the bleachers with the other boys in his grade. Of corse, he knew no one so he just sat there for a while before another teen came up to him.

"You new here?"

Without looking up at the other teen, Tommy's eyes widened. He recognized that voice, it was very familiar, just like the voice and eyes from the other teen on the bus. It couldn't belong to anyone else, that voice was special, very special.

"Crafter?!" Tom exclaimed and shot his head up. It looked like his pixelated friend, but the hair, for one, was more straight. But his eyes here an exact replica of his friend's, he knew it.

The boy looked at him and laughed. "I'm sure you got my name mixed up," he chuckled. "My name is Cameron. Cameron Craftin."

"Cameron?" the brunette asked and looked back down at his feet. Something was wrong, this was him, it was. But how was he here? How didn't he know himself? Did this prove that the kid on the bus was really Feyd?

How did this happen? Something was definitely wrong. How were they in the physical world? Why didn't they know who they really were? Was there anymore who were pulled out of the game?

"And your name?" Cameron asked and scratched his head.

Tommy sighed and replied, "Tommy Feynman. Nice to meet you Cra-...I mean, Cameron."

The blonde smiled and sat down next to Tom. "Want me to help you get around this school, I mean, it's complicated, trust me." Cam said.

"Uhhh, sure."

Cameron smiled brightly and turned to the front of the gym where the principle walked up to a microphone. He said for all the teens to get back to their home rooms and ready for morning announcements.

Tommy didn't pay attention to his new principle, he was only focusing on what could happen to his friends. Were their memories whipped? Where their more villains brought back to life? Did the monsters remember?

He didn't have much time to think before they had to get to class. Grabbing his bag, Tom walked down from the bleachers to where the other kids in his class were heading. He knew that he had a long day in front of him. A long yet horrifying day.

Feyd-now known as Finn Ensmans- opened up his locker and shoved his useless reading books that he finished into it. Ever since he was forced to live this life with his old memories, he had been trying to find a new hobby. Since there were no magic or "powers" in this useless world, he found that books thawed down his greed to use his teleportation powers again.

He didn't want to be here, but it was his Maker and the Maker's new friend's idea. This new friend was called Entity303.(in this world known as Evan Joytin) Feyd didn't trust him. He didn't even want to be evil. Only Xa-Tul-Terence Zipper-knew that he had betrayed his Maker.

Feyd had been planning on telling Sally, who was really Shaivalak. He trusted her, it was like he actually got the time in Minecraft to know her and grow a bond with her. But he wanted to tell Oxus at the same time, since he also betrayed the Maker. It didn't make sense why Herobrine would bring him back, but he did, and now he won't pay attention or talk to any other previous monster from Minecraft.

"Yo Finn!"

Feyd turned around and saw Chara, the previous Blaze king. He looked like a kid, and oddly acted like one too. Finn didn't know what Hero was thinking when he remade Charybdis.

"Yeah Char?" the tall pale boy responded. He grabbed his bag and walked toward the shorter boy.

"So, I heard you saw him," Chara said and jumped up and down. "Was it really him?!"

Finn rolled his eyes and opened the door to their classroom. "Gameknight? Yeah, it was him. So what?" the tall boy said and sat down in his desk.

Chara gave him a childly confused look and sat down in his seat which was luckily spaced away from Feyd's desk.

Finn look up at the chalk board and sighed. Somehow he knew he was going to be pulled into some evil, messed up plan to avenge their deaths. He didn't want to, but he knew they'd make him do it.

Looking at the clock, he looked how at the ground.

Please Gameknight, please end this madness for one final time.

(Author's Note)
Hey, my name is Enderdash(you can call me Ender, what ever you want it really doesn't matter) and I've been working with this idea for a while. I stopped posting my art on this site for a while because I was focusing more and more on the designs and plot for this story.
If you need help trying to picture what the school looks like or the character's design, please comment down below and either I'll draw or describe in detail what she/he looks like.
New help knowing the new "human" names for your favorite NPCs? Comment below which NPC and I'll get back to you.
Also if you have any ideas for the next chapter and what the characters should act like, please tell me, I want to hear everything you have to say! Knowing that you like my work will give me motivation to write the next chapter.
-Ender