Pogs n Shit (a oneshot book)

Abducted and Taken

  Hell.

That was the only word Techno could use to describe the situation. As he sprinted through his home, his vision clouded with smoke, he coughed and panted, the sounds of breaking wood and a raging fire filling his ears.

Somebody let out a blood curtling scream, and Techno almost stopped dead in his tracks. Chills ran up his arms and spine despite the heat, his senses assaulted by smoke and flame. However, he kept on, hoping to whatever god that could be out there that whoever that scream belonged to went without too much pain.

After what seemed like five hours (yet was probably only a couple of minutes), Techno emerged through a somehow intact doorway near the front of the house. As soon as his face was met with slightly cooler air, he was bombarded with hands trying to help him. People shouted and dragged him to his feet on the multiple occasions of him stumbling as they made their way farther from the burning house. He could feel himself losing consciousness, though, his ears ringing and vision blurry.

"Techno!"

"Techno, listen to me! You'll be alright!"

He was not alright. He would not be alright in future times.

---{~~~~}---

"Hey! Buddy, can you hear me?" asked a voice. Techno's eyes opened slowly. Around him, people stood over him and gave him concerned looks. Somebody even shook his shoulder.

He was on the ground. When he realized this, he attempted to sit up, yet hands held down his arms to keep him from rising. "Shit. My head...," he muttered, groaning with pain and squinting at the sun's harsh light.

How had he gotten into that situation? Well, he was on his bed scrolling through Twitter, and then he heard shouting...

Fuck.

"Dammit!" he cried out suddenly as memories flooded back, pushing away everyone around him and ignoring the searing pain in his skull as he sat up. "God fucking dammit!"

"Techno... Techno just calm down," pleaded another voice. "We know you're mad. Please just..." Techno turned to look at whoever it was.

Multiple people stood before him. His head burned too much to be able to pinpoint who exactly spoke. "Laake, hold his arms still," ordered someone--Techno could tell that they were the same person who spoke as he was just awakening. A person stepped forward, and Techno defensively took a step back. "Get away," he warned. "Don't get any closer or I... I'll..." Or he'll what? He was defenseless. He was delusional. He was angry.

The person who he assumed to be Laake grabbed his arms, pinning them behind his back as if arresting the newly awakened boy. Somebody else stepped up and pricked him with a green liquid from a syringe. Then, all at once, Techno's vision cleared and he realized everything that was happening.

The man with the syringe gave him a disapproving glare and walked away. He turned to look at the others as he was released from Laake's grasp. There were a few familiar faces in the crowd, yet most of them were unfamiliar. Nobody spoke--everyone was in shock.

"Well," said Laake. "Welcome to Minecraft Monday."

Techno looked around. He was standing in a lobby of some sort. Memories slowly faded from his mind until he had no clue what he was so mad about only moments before.

---{~~~~}---

Techno struck downwards with his sword, hearing the sickening splintering of bones and striking of lightning as his enemy was obliterated. He looked up to see the teammate of the person he killed standing there, shock written all over their face. "Travis!" the boy yelled, watching his friend's corpse fall to the ground. Techno decided that whoever this was was probably going to be very angry at him. Carson, his own teammate, suddenly appeared behind him, looking at the ground where Travis lay limp. "Heyyyy, Cooper," he said, brandishing his sword. Techno saw Cooper's expression turn from shock to sadness to anger in a matter of seconds. "Fuck you," he hissed, holding his shimmering iron sword higher and charging Techno.