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stuck together (Minecraft x The clone wars) OC x clonetroopers.

(I refuse to believe the Victorian baby Yeet machine was called something else.)

3 whole months

For 3 months Michelle had been stuck here, inside a Minecraft world she once used to play in herself. Not only that, she was also in her Minecraft skin which she had once taken somewhere from the internet, which day after day started to become more and more normal. Her once deep brown hair a now fiery red untamed bundle of hair on her freckled skin that went along with her forest green eyes. It had taken her so long to get used to her new looks that she still sometimes got spooked by her own reflection in the ores she mined, or the water she walked by.

It was strange really, Michelle had no idea how she got here or what she did before getting here, The more the days went by the more she started to forget about her old home and family, she could barely remember her old name, If it wasn't for the book and Quill she spawned with along with woolen winter clothes. Michelle still remembered how weirded out she was when she first got here. She had spawned in the middle of winter, in the woods isolated from any village and it was night too. Grinning she looked back on how she had used her skills of climbing trees to evade the zombies and hid in the leaves from any other mobs. 

What also wasn't normal to Minecraft was the fact the plants were still blocky, but now also contained tomatoes, berries, and other plants and biomes she couldn't remember being there in the 'normal' Minecraft. Let alone body temperature, animals from earth and a thirst bar above the hunger bar. 
It had taken her a while to get used to this new system, and the fact she could apply skills from her past life to this one. She still sometimes woke up in her bed thinking she was back, but she never was. She feared she needed to face the Enderdragon in order to 'complete' the game she was stuck in.

She didn't feel like doing that however, this life she was living was lonely and messy, yes. But it had never given her so much freedom as before, she had no rules to follow, no expectations to reach. It was truly just her and her alone here.

That is until she stumbled upon buildings not naturally generated in the overworld.

It was then that she realized that she might not be the only one here. After all, she had only uncovered the over world. And who knew if she even was the first one to be human, maybe there were aliens of some sort roaming the surface?

She quivered at the thought, big slimy gross aliens. Yuck, no thank you.

After that thought left her she got back to chopping down trees.

She had gotten enough wood for that day, about 3 stacks of planks if she put them through the crafting table. Michelle was pretty proud of herself for her feat and decided to go back home before it got too dark again, the last time she almost died was terrifying enough to leave her shaking when thinking back to it.

The forest floor was crunching nicely as her black boots ran over it, inventory full of stuff that didn't effect the speed she was running at. Warm orange rays of the last drops of the sun basked over the simple yet terrifying world she had managed to live in. Getting closer to her cottage house in a small heap of dirt with a chimney sticking out of it with a garden rolling off of the left side of the dirt pile, tomatoes, cabbage, carrots, she had the entire collection of fruits and vegetables by now. 

When she opened the pastel brown colored door with vines around the entrance, cream white house walls peeking out under the dirt pile she called her home. Stepping foot into her messy home she tossed all her stuff in a random chest and flung herself onto her bed. Falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning when she awoke it was the same ritual as usual, wake up, check up on the crops, farm the crops that are done and go collect some berries in the nearby forest, scavenging for wood, coal and some iron. Fixing broken tools and armor, and look for more things to do.