The Mark Of the Nether (A Minecraft fanfiction)

Pyrophobia? Go figure.

A/N: Is ass a swear? I mean, I've already put the word Douchebag in here, and considering how dark this can be this isn't exactly a what you would call a 'family-friendly' book. Or at least, kid friendly.

So... Eh, why not. I'll put it in here.

If anyone considers it a very bad word, heads up for you guys.

Piper's POV:

"You ready yet?" I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

"No." Morgan rolled her eyes, switching sides with her hairbrush.

"You hair looks fine. Honestly, we're going to the front of the House, not a Ball." I smirked as she glared at me.

"You're going like that?"

I glanced down at my sweatpants and hoodie.

"I always look like this, what's your point?"

She shook her head. "It's covered in blood stains, I'm not even sure I wanna ask."

"Oh trust me, you don't." Morgan threw me a scowl before looking back to the mirror.

"I'm surprised it doesn't stink. You need to get it washed. Washing machine is downstairs."

"You have a machine? Fancy." She scoffed but kept quiet at my reply. I tried to grin at her but I felt a sharp sting of pain on my lip. Wincing, I saw Morgan step away from her mirror.

"Move aside, Witchy." I gently shoved passed her I analyzed my reflection.

Huh. My lip is red.

I licked my lips and tasted metal.

"Okay, how are your lips that torn?" Morgan furrowed her eyebrows at my reflection. I saw her staring weirdly at the gaps and cracks in it.

"This happens all the time, it'll go away in, like, an hour." I dismissed it but she didn't let me leave.

"You're kidding right? Have you never even used lip balm before?"

"Lip- what?" Narrowing my eyes at her, I wracked my brain for something.

Lip balm, lip balm, uh...

"A chapstick?"

Nope, never heard that word before.

Her eyes widened in realization before she stared at me.

"You're kidding.." Morgan muttered, fumbling with the drawers on her bedside table. She pulled out a small tube. "This? You don't know what it is?"

I shook my head.

"Tsk, idiot." She looked away. "Honestly, someone would think you've spent your whole life in the forest." I brushed off the comment, knowing reacting would only cause suspicion. Morgan pulled off the cap and stepped closer to me.

"Woah, little to close there, Morgan."

"Hold still, will you?" She rolled her eyes, clamping a hand on my shoulder.  She brushed the wax-like thing over my lips and moved back. "Alright, do this," She rubbed her lips together before releasing them with 'pop', and after giving her multiple strange looks, I finally obliged.

"My lips feel greasy," I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You get used to it." Morgan threw the cylinder back in her drawer before turning to me.

"This is weird." I reached for my mouth and she shot me a glare.

"Rub it off and I'll smack you," She wanted me before grabbing my arm. "Now c'mon, Loser. We're late."