StacyCat Stories

A Silent Regret

Beacontown was always a place where anything could happen. It could be good or bad, it didn't matter. There was always a slight chance of death of the weather forecast and an even higher chance whenever the towns heroes came back from an adventure. But this isn't a story about them.

Many people have heard of Stacy and Stampy. Some were excited about their arrival, others didn't know they were still alive. But they survived the awful events (that they never speak about) and found a way to Beacontown. The two built homes right next door to one another, they wouldn't have it any other way.

Though Stacy's home took a lot longer to build than expected and she would often spend the night at Stampys home. This was Minecraft after all and making a house out of blue clay was harder than it seemed. Yet the two would have the same argument every night, Stampy kept offering that he would just sleep on the floor and Stacy could use his bed. Stacy would counteract and just say she could just make her own bed (it's Minecraft) to sleep on. But Stampy never compromised and the two would both end up on the floor, though the soft carpet was almost as good as a bed.

One time Stacy was sitting against the wall in Stampys home one day waiting for him to come down so the two can go do stuff. When for some reason, Stampy comes downstairs and just decided to sit down next to her and put his head on her shoulder. Neither of them questioned it and the two talked for hours. But once it started to get dark out and Stacy needed to leave she found that Stampy was asleep.

At first, she was a little upset (I mean he fell asleep) but then she just ignored it and tried to leave. Only there was one problem. Trying to get up without disturbing Stampy, the sleeping cat boy ended up on his friends lap still fast asleep. Now how could Stacy move when her cru- friend was sleeping on her lap? Amused, Stacy started to pet the man's hair like he was a cat.

But Stampy never found out, of course, he was asleep. Stacy would never tell him that. She wouldn't tell him many things really. She didn't want to lose a friend, she couldn't lose someone else close to her. So maybe if she just kept her feelings to herself everything would be okay.

Though nothing gold can stay, and disaster struck soon after the town's heroes returned on one of their journies. It was unexpected, no one saw it coming. Apparently, a being of great power has followed the heroes back to the town with a mission to fight.

It all happened so fast. Once the chaos began Stacy tried to find Stampy. She needed to protect him, she couldn't bear the loss. She protected him from the murderer when she couldn't protect her other friends. If she could protect him then she had to protect him now.

All of her thoughts were yelling at her to find Stampy, find him, save him, don't let any of the mobs get him, I love him. Though once Stacy finally found him it was too late, she ran as fast as she could but the monsters already found him. You could see the pain in his eyes, he knew he was going to die. But Stacy wasn't going to let that happen, throwing her sword towards the Zombie that was attacking Stampy and watched it poof into smithereens upon impact.

The two exchange relieved looks but neither of them noticed the skeleton behind nearby and shot an arrow in their direction. Before Stacy could notice and shove Stampy out of the way the arrow hit the man in the head. All the scared man could do was look at Stacy one last time before poofing into dust, all his items that were in his pockets were left on the ground.

Many days after the monsters were defeated Beacontown was being rebuilt after the attack. Snow started to fall and Beantown's heroes were off on another adventure to stop yet another bad guy.

Stacy could barely do anything at that point, still shocked after the events that took the last person she cared about away from her. Most days she would sit in Stampys old garden, which was now covered in snow. The garden had a little heart that stood in the middle, there was a reason why it was called a lovely garden. Before the death, Stampy and Stacy would often talk in the garden, leaning against the heart. Maybe it meant something. Maybe it didn't.

But now Stacy would just hold Stampys stuff in her hands. Thoughts rushing in and out of her mind. She should have been faster, she should have known, she should have told him to go inside, she loved him so much. Though they all lead to the same thing: A Silent Regret.

~~~Fin~~~