Slender Minecraft

Running Late

I took a nap, surprisingly. Luckily I had no strange dreams. I took a chug of my coffee. It was cold. Noticing the heat had gone from the beverage, I glance at the clock on the wall. 11:55. Shit. I was going to be late! Bart's bar was fifteen minutes away, and if I didn't get a move on...

I dashed to the kitchen, placing my coffee cup (not so gently) into the sink. Then I darted to the door, slipping on some white sneakers, a coffee brown jacket- The irony, I know.-, my favorite maroon and white headphones, and open up the door. The autumn wind chills me, and so I shut the door close. Definitely didn't forget to lock it this time. And so, I stood among the trees. The tall branches ran through the cloudy sky. A sunset of leaves cascaded down from the barren trees. Hauntingly beautiful, the forest is a wonder. Dammit, I can't get off track!

I know I couldn't make it by running, so might as well take the bicycle. It leaned against a tree right by our house. It was like any other bicycle. Had handlebars... Reflectors... Pedals... Chain thing... I'm getting off track again, aren't I? Sketch, don't be so forgetful! I rush to the bicycle, noticing a paper stuck on the handle. From what I've experienced so far, it was probably that 'Help Me' note. Grasping it in my hands, I was correct. It was still creepy, but I was too busy worrying about tardiness. I didn't have time to go back into the house to put it away, so I stuffed it into the pocket of my jacket and mounted onto the bike. Putting one foot on a pedal, I clench onto the handlebars and push my leg still on the ground for a boost. I propell forward along with the vehicle, and put the other foot on the other pedal. Soon, I'm riding the bike down the dirt road like an elementary grade kid. I knew Steven's house was right next to Bart's bar, to my convenience. Still, six or so miles on a bike? Some athlete would have been like, 'Piece of cake!' Me? Not so much.

Luckily, it would be downhill for most of the ride. Most. I came to an uphill section, so I trudged up that dirt hill on the bike. While I did, I heard some... Thumping. Like drums, or a slow heartbeat. I look back, seeing nothing. Sadly, I started getting off balance. Stupid Sketch, pay some Notch damn attention. Keeping my eyes on the dirt road, I rode on for a couple of minutes until I saw the head of buildings come into view. Almost there.

Soon seeing a quaint little building up ahead, I hastily slow my bike down, outting my feet on the ground. That wasn't my best plan, seeing as I hut my heel slightly. Never mind the pain though, I was late. Esitmated fifteen minutes late. I set the bicycle off to the side, soon heading to the entrance. Again, I strike a klutzy move again and trip as I enter. Looking up, I see three people staring at me. A zombie, looking up from his little game console, an Enderman, holding a wine glass, and boy around my age, donning a teal and white horizontally striped hoodie.

"Sorry I'm late, Steven." I mumble, setting myself back on my feet. "No problem!" The boy in the hoodie replies. "What did you want to talk about?"

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Two updates in a day! Here's the next chapter of this story. Hope you've enjoyed this chapter, there shall be many more to come! Until then!