Minecraft - A Tale of Two Players

The Beginning

Once upon a time in the land of Minecraftia...
"Haha lol, no."
There was a large explosion, centered in the middle of a village in Minecraftia...
"Ehhh. Nope."
"Goddamn it Karl, do you want to write this story?" I frowned.
"I'm not a writer so, no," he smirked.
Ah. The lovely goldpicker. So cynical. So good at being a sassy sass pants. He was a good six feet tall, his hair was long for a guy his age, it was a pretty chocolate colour, his eyes were like amethyst, pretty wiry and thinly built but don't let that fool you. He was fair skinned, and his features were slightly angled. Right now he was smirking at me, bringing the sass. His signature outfit was a brown longcoat, grey dress pants, and a white tee. He also wore white sneakers. If it was hot, he usually abandoned the coat, and wore a pair of knee length shorts instead.
"You ever tried to write your own fan fiction before?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Nah not really," he said, eying me.
Then there's me. Just FrostBryte. Or Natayla, or Nat or Tayla, as I'm known as by close friends. I'm roughly five feet seven inches, also wiry and thin, not too big in the womanly assets, emerald eyes, a predisposition to immediately hate stuff, shoulder length slate brown to reddish hair and ivory skin. The predisposition mostly comes from the fact I simply can't understand some things, or if people are lying to me or not. Random, I know. My signature outfit was merely a black miniskirt, black leather knee high boots, and a grey sweater. My hair I just left down as usual. If it was hot, I swapped the sweater for a grey singlet and braided my hair.
"Well," I said. "Let me try one more time," I frowned. The table we were sitting at was basically empty. The dark oak it was made from shone in the light. The house we were in, a masterpiece borne from my interior decorating and Karl's exterior knowledge, was pretty impressive. It seemed modern, as modern as something could look like in Minecraft, situated in a taiga biome that looks up over a river and a huge cave ridden mountainside. It was pretty quiet in terms of hostile mobs, and we had a pet chicken named Jeff.
"Wait, what were we actually writing about again?" I turned and looked at Karl.
"How would I know?" He said, "I'm not the one writing it,"
"Please be helpful?" I asked.
"Hm."
It was quiet for a bit.
"I dunno if this is helpful, but how about you write about the random encounters we've had?" He suggested. I nodded. That really didn't seem like a bad idea.
"Hm not bad, goldpicker,"
"I know, FrostBryte," he stuck his tongue out. Jeez. Any more sass and I swear he would start sparkling.
"Okay, here goes..." I said.

Encounter 1 - The Abandoned (?) Village

Karl and I were merely exploring the area, when we stumbled upon a village. It seemed pretty quaint, from where we stood. Until we got closer.
There were children running around like no one owned them, the crops were unkempt, animals ran rampant through the streets.
"What the hell?" Karl said, furrowing his brow.
"Let's go check it out?" I suggested as I grabbed my iron sword and started walking into the settlement. Karl shrugged.
"Mmmk,"
~
We walked cautiously into the village, until we got to the well.
"Check that half of the village," he said, one hand pointing to the west. "I'll take the other half,"
"Yes, sir," I nodded.
I went to walk into the western half of the village.
"Oh, and Nat?" He said.
"Yeah?" I turned back.
"Be careful?"
"Always," I smiled, and disappeared.
~
"Hey Karl, yknow what I just thought of?"
"Yeess...?" He murmured, he had his face on the tabletop.
"You can write from your point of view. It'd be boring if it was just me," I poked his head with the end of my pen. He lazily swatted at it.
"Nyeh!" He muffled. I chuckled a bit. He sat up slightly and held out his hands.
"Gimme the book and pen then," he yawned. I handed them over.
~
From the view of Karl.
"Hmm," nothing was around. Not even the ferals—uh the children, I mean. A stray pig walked past, it oinked miserably.
"Heh, pig," I yawned. I looked around warily, it was way too quiet for this village, especially when it was a complete shitfest about ten minutes ago. I gripped the handle of my iron sword, and walked deeper into the east, towards the crops. The villagers had carrots and wheat, and the odd potato plant. I knelt down and grabbed one of the carrots, washing it in the irrigation channel beside the plants. It washed most the dirt off. I chowed down on the carrot, wincing as I ate dirt with it. I shrugged. Could be worse.  I kept walking around the village. It was almost as if this place got abandoned in ten minutes. Then I heard a scream.
~
"Here," he dropped the book and pen on the table. I picked it up and skimmed through it. Seemed to be pretty good, for what I deciphered from his chicken scratch.
"This's pretty good," I commented. He grunted, face down on the tabletop again.
~
Back to me.
It was too quiet for me. I hated it when it was like this. It made me hypersensitive and I startled very very easily. I crept up to a house in the village and prepared to open the door.  I opened it and was shoved over by something. I screamed as I fell, hordes of chickens flooding out over me. I was covered in feathers, whimpering.
"Who the fuck has an entire house full of chickens!?" I yelled.
"I heard a screa—hahahaha,"
I had my hands over my red face, and was covered in chicken feathers. I knew Karl was there. I knew he was laughing and I knew I must've looked pretty ridiculous.
"Here," he held out a hand and helped me up. "Get attacked by a horde of chooks eh?" He smirked.
"Yes," I muttered, still red faced.
"Don't worry, my half was dead quiet," he said, "so I'll stay with you and protect you from the big bad chickens!" He laughed his ass off at me.
"It's not my fault I get startled easily," I sniffed.
"Its okay," he murmured. "I'd give you a hug, but you're covered in feathers," he plucked a few from my hair.