This is Minecraft Manhunt

{⋅. Four .⋅}

George was fine only mere minutes ago.

He was on his couch, scrolling through Twitter, admiring the many fan arts he had revived.

Buzz.

His eyebrows shot up slightly, and he opened the notification.

Tea Kettle Idiot: Hey George, I'm checking out the server you sent me. Please aid me on this quest and protect me please I don't wanna get mauled over by strangers.

George scoffed and sat up from his comfortable spot on the couch. He didn't want to, but his duty called.

Taking a pit stop in his kitchen to grab a glass of water, he continued over to his monitor.

"Oh come on!"

The words "error" flashed up on his monitor, and he let out a small groan before going under his desk to try and resolve the issue.

Luckily, it only took him 2 curse words, 3 head bangs against the desk, and about 2 near death moments to the computer before the problem was fixed.

With a happy sigh, he plopped down at his desk and opened up minecraft, plopping the IP in....

And hitting enter.

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George heard voices before any of his other senses could register.

"Come on! Let me do it this time!"

"Bro, no way. This is my water bucket!"

"You got to splash me last time! At least let me splash someone else!"

"No!"

What were those two bickering about? They sounded like idiots...

Wait a minute.

Those were his idiots.

Suddenly a waterfall of something cold and wet came crashing down on him, and he sat up splattering.

"No fair!"

He blinked his eyes, and then rubbed them. Hitting something at the top of his head, he reached out and pulled off what seems like a pair of glasses.

"Hey, this is a pretty good replica of my minecraft glasses!" George thought with a small chuckle.

Wait a minute.

He looked down on himself.

He was wearing a blue shirt with a red box on the front. Jeans, and a black bracelet on his left hand.

George look very, very similar to his minecraft character.

Very... very... very similar.

"Hey George!"

He jumped at the sound and quickly glanced over his shoulder.

"Sapnap? Dream?"

His two friends waved at him, and quickly helped George up to his feet.

"What's going on?"

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After another lengthy explanation the boys were headed back to Sapnap's house.

George was playing around with his inventory bracelet, making his stone sword appear, the disappear. Appear, then disappear.

Dreams eyes darted around the forest surrounding them, trying to catch even the smallest hint of moment.

Sapnap, was just tired.

By the time all of them had reached the oak box, the night had fallen upon them. The sounds of the mobs were just starting to fill the empty void around them.

"So... we are just kind of stuck in here?"

"Basically."

George let out a soft hum, and went back to playing with his sword.

Sapnap opened the door to the house, and they all headed inside.

"Alright, I'll go smelt the ore-"

"Aw.... OUCH!"

"George?"

Dream and Sapnap turned around to look at their friend, who now had a bleeding hand.

"George!"

He looked up at his friends and gave a nervous chuckle.

"Sorry. I cut myself with the sword by accident."

Dream let out a heavy sigh, and walked over to the smaller, taking his hand and inspecting it.

Sapnap excused himself and left to go smelt the ores in the other room. He came back soon after with cooked mutton.

"Eat up, it heals you."

"Oh... thanks."

The three of them sat down on the stairs and ate their mutton together.

And they talked.

They talked about random things.

They talked about important things.

They talked about... yeah we won't go there.

(Let's just say it ended with lots of screaming as blushing faces of embarrassment.)

By the time they actually finished their food, it was already deep into the night. Dream left to go make a bed for George, while Sapnap left to go check on the ores that had been smelting.

George stood up and made his way over to a window, flicking his eyes up towards the sky and letting out a small sigh.

So many questions.

So little answers.

What was going on?

How is this possible?

Would anyone miss them?

How long were they gonna be stuck for?

Would anyone save them?

Was it... his fault?

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Congrats on reading Chapter Four!

I'm sorry for abusing my "◦𑁍◦"  rights.

Trash chapter but oh well. Hope you enjoyed it.

Technically it's still Wednesday for someone people, cause I'm posting this at like 12am. If that's the case, lucky you!

I'll be happy to answer questions about things I wasn't clear about... if it doesn't spoil the story. ;)

All my best,
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