Together We Can, Alone We Will [Origins SMP/Modded SMP]

The Worry of a Family

"Niki?!"

"Niki please!"

"Tommy!"

"Please!?"

"Sis, please tell me what's wrong?"

"What happened?"

But no one responded.

It's cold.
Why are you cold?

The ground is scorching below you.
The wall is scorching behind you.

It's quiet.
Why is it so quiet?

The piglins squeal outside of your cave.
The sound of blazes moving and gasts sobbing fill your void.

Yet your void remains empty.

I weigh heavy in your pocket.

Jack, you need to get a hold of yourself.

I can help you.

I can get you what you need.

You can find them.

Just do as I say.

.
.
.

Mine as much gold as you possibly can.

And he was off. He rushed through the caves, mining out gold with his golden pickaxe. Cursing when he broke it and making a crafting table to make a new one.

He had to get as much as he could. As much gold as he could.

Why did he need so much?
He doesn't know.
But he knew he needed as much as he could get his hands on.

3 stacks. Was this enough?

Yes.

What now?

Jack looked around frantically.
A piglin!
But why?
What would a piglin do for him?

Trade with it.

Trade with it?
That's right, you can trade with them.
Well, he could try he supposes.

He walked up to the gold-loving being, instinctively adjusting his bracelet that he had carved the Netherian symbols for air, fire, and lake into. Usually, lake had the symbol of 'Lava' with it, but water isn't lava.

He really wished he knew how to speak to them. Blazes and Piglins have oddly different languages.

Jack handed the piglin a gold ingot and waited.

The piglin paused and examined the yellow brick.
It shoved it in its pocket before handing him a brown, thin piece of leather.
Helpful...

But not what you need.

But not what he needs.

Try again.

He'll try again.

He hands it a new ingot.
It studies it again.
It hands him a gray rocky substance that threatened to spill out of his palms.
He shoved them both into his bag.

Gravel. That's gravel.

Gravel?
Huh...

Try again.
You must try again.

He hands it a new ingot.

It gives him a familiar black shiny stone, but this time with purple ooze dripping out of its crevices.

Pretty.
But not what you need.

Try again.

So he does it again.
He gets another piece of leather.