You Are The Mobs, And We Are The Players

Chapter 1

Adam jolted awake with a gasp.
He was lying under a tree, in the peaceful shade of a sunny meadow. There was a light summer breeze that gently rustled the grass and wildflowers. It was quiet besides the faint chirping of birds in the background and the rustling of grass.
A boy was leaning over Adam, his face emotionless but his dark, brown-maroon eyes were full of concern. "Huh...Ty?" Adam asked sleepily. Ty blinked. "We should head back," he said bluntly.

Adam slowly got up inot a sitting position. "Why...what are you doing here?"

Ty blinked again. "Were you dreaming? Do you think you're still dreaming?"

Adam rubbed his eyes. "No...I was having just a long dream...I think...I can't remember what it was about, though..."

Ty walked away from Adam and went over to a pile of small, floating wooden blocks not far away. He picked up the wooden blocks, then turned to Adam once again. He blinked in surprise. "Adam, why are you crying?"

"Hm?" Adam asked, and touched his fingers to his eyelids.

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"...Don't tell anyone I was crying..." Adam muttered embarassedly to Ty as they walked up the dirt path through the meadow until they came to a huge stone wall. An arching tunnel lay ahead of them, and they alked through without hesitation,

"I won't," Ty replied simply. "But...if you're crying for no reason...maybe you should tell your dad?"

"Are you serious!?" Adam asked Ty incredeously. "Why would I do that?"

"What's the problem, Adam?" A voice asked ahead of them. Adam turned his head from Ty to look in front of him, where a man wearing a cape, red with the face of a creeper, stood in front of the tunnel. He had blue eyes, long black hair, a gray hoodie, and his face looked rather red.

"Gizzy?" Adam asked, looking up at the man. Gizzy leaned over the two boys. "Ty mad at you?" He asked.

"What?" Adam said defensively. "Why would I be crying? Espeially if Ty was mad at me? Which he's not, by the way!" He paused, taking a breath, and drew back from Gizzy. "You reek of alcohol..."

Laughter aroused from behind Gizzy, where two other red-caped men were sitting at a small, wooden table near the other end of the tunnel. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with that!" One of them called, a duck hybrid in a suit. The other man, a green, dinosaur-like hybrid, laughed and drank something from a large cup.

"You're drinking again..." Adam said, looking behind Gizzy at the two men. Gizzy smiled. "Want some?" He asked.

Adam looked back up at Gizzy. "But...you guys are on duty now, right?"

Gizzy nodded. "Yup. Today, we're watching the gates. We've been here all day. We've started getting thirsty, y'know? Not really a big deal if we had a little alcohol after a hard day at work."

Adam frowned. "But...if you're swigging alcohol and getting drunk over here, how are you guys gonna fight?"

Gizzy raised his eyebrows. "Fight? Why'd we have to fight? We're watching the gates."

"Are you serious?" Adam asked, frowning. "For when the walls are attacked!"

There was silence.

"Wow," Gizzy said, scratching the side of his head. "Don't scream stuff like that, Adam...actually, don't scream at all."

The duck hybrid at the table laughed and got up out of his seat, walking over to stand beside Gizzy. "Hahaha, you've got some spirit, kid," He chuckled. "Look, if anything happens, we'll do our jobs, 'kay? But the thing is, not even in the last century have the walls been attacked! There's nothing to worry 'bout!"