Jesse, Petra, Ivor and Lucas are all sitting in front of the fireplace in the house of a stranger, trapped. They are all silent, wondering what they could've done to prevent this.
"I'm just..." Petra growled, "So mad at him! He's underestimating us! We can definitely take some psycho in a pig mask, all of us!"
"Yeah, me too." Jesse grumbled.
"I still can't believe it!" Ivor exclaimed angrily. "That scoundrel actually locked us all in!"
"But we have to make the best of this, guys," Lucas reasoned. "We can't dwell over it for long, we have to find a way to get out of here and beat that pig's butt!"
"Yeah, you have a point." Jesse conceded to Lucas. "Listen guys, we have to make some sort of plan to get out of here. Just look around, see what you can find, and see what we can make out of it, alright?" Everyone else made sounds of confirmation.
"So, we all split up and look for stuff." Petra grumbled. "I guess I can deal with that."
And so they all went to look in the different parts of the house. The house had 2 rooms on the first floor, and 2 rooms on the second, all of them being pretty small. The group was checking just about everything they could. Jesse dug through a chest to find it full of food, probably what Finn has been eating in his weeks of isolation. He dug through the chest next to that it had nothing in it, and sighed in disappointment.
"Hey Jesse!" Petra whispered quietly, holding some blocks of wood in her hand. I found this on the second floor. Maybe we can use it for a tool or something."
"That's great." Jesse said. "We definitely can. Mind giving that to me so I can hold on to it?"
"No problem." Petra responded, and gave the wood blocks to Jesse, before going back to the second floor to look around some more.
"Hey guys!" Lucas hissed from another room on the first floor. "Come look at this!"
"What did you find?" Jesse asked as soon as he reached Lucas.
"There's a bunch of emeralds and diamonds and shiny things here," Lucas remarked.
"Ooh, yeah, this could be really useful, with the wood planks Petra found." Jesse exclaimed. "Now we just need a crafting table to make a tool to get out of here!"
"Yes..." Ivor, who had just arrived, said quietly. "This is definitely going to work! Has anyone seen any crafting tables around here?"
"I haven't yet," Petra murmured. "But I'm certain every house has to at least have one crafting table, it's gotta be around here somewhere. Let's get to it guys!"
"Yeah!" They said in unison, getting excited about being able to get out.
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"I can't believe we've looked all over this house and still haven't found a crafting table!" Petra hissed angrily.
"Well, we haven't searched the entire house," Ivor said in a low tone, eyeing the room that Finn had locked himself into. Petra thought for a moment, then finally realized what Ivor implied. Her eyes widened in realization.
"Are you kidding me?" she asked angrily. "Out of all the places it really has to be in there?"
"At this point it has to be!" Jesse moaned. "We've explored every corner of this place!"
"So because we don't have a crafting table, we can't even craft any tools to help us, and there's not even any spare wood planks around here..." Lucas contemplated. "This is bad guys, I think we're out of options other than to come up with some other plan so Finn lets us out of here."
"No!" Petra exclaimed angrily. "There's no way we're giving up, there has to be some other way out! I'm not giving in so easily to some little boy's demands!" With that, she angrily stomped away from the others and started brooding on her own in a different room. Jesse looked at her retreating form, sighing.
"I'm all out of ideas, guys." He said to Ivor and Lucas. "Without a crafting table, we can't get any tools to break out, and we've searched every single corner of the house for anything useful. And Petra refuses to give up! I don't know what to do!"
"I guess for now we're at a standstill," Ivor remarked grumpily.
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Beyond the scope of their understanding, beyond their perception of their world, lies a monstrous reality. Lines upon lines of words and numbers are threaded through the fabric of this world, and they dictate everything.
They dictate the antagonist, the side characters, and most importantly, the main character. Their tiny specs of consciousness aren't aware of it, but in reality they are all dictated by scripts and code, which in turn bend to the will of the god of this tiny world.
The god interacts with the code, the code heeds it's decisions, and in turn puppet the unaware puppets, move them on their wide stage.
This was what should be, and what always has been.
Until something went wrong.
Suddenly, the god stopped telling the code what to do with the main characters. Confused, the code made automated decisions, it started to compensate for its loss of direction, and for a while, everything was fine, and the code continued running.
But then, a different god appeared. It wasn't interested in the main character or the side characters. It set its sights on a character that was so insignificant it didn't matter at all. The code tried to refuse, but the different god grew impatient. It reached into the code, and it ripped. It ripped half the puppet strings of the insignificant character from the code, and it firmly held them in its hands, commanding its new character to lay ruin onto the world.
But the code wasn't worried yet. No matter what this new god did, the code would still always hold the other half of the character's puppet strings. The new cruel god and its hand were contained in a corner of their world, unable to impede the main characters. They can't disrupt the natural order of this world.
But to their horror, this insignificant character started waking up. It started seeing behind everything, it started seeing the god, and soon it'll see the code, and even before it has seen the code, it's started to subconsciously rip itself from it, attaching more and more to the cruel god.
But the code believed its ability to set things right, to stop the duo. It saw impending disaster and it pulled and pulled on Tec̟̞̞͕ͬ̃ͤ̓͝h̀҉̣n̫̖̯̲̫͗̓̀ͬ͆o̪͓̙͖̫̅̊̃̽͌bl͈ͯȧ̱͈͙͑͆͜d̶̦͋e̥̱̘̾̄ͬ̅ͅ's puppet strings-
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"If anyone's in this house, you'll have to come out." drawled Technoblade in a bored voice, rattling the doorknob of the locked front door.
There was no response. "Right, I'll invite myself in then," he declared, before taking out a pickaxe, and busting breaking the iron door.
There was four very surprised and angry people standing in the room, weapons out.
Even without input from the blood god, Technoblade immediately realized that these people had what they were looking for.
"This certainly lifts my spirits," He remarked, smiling manically beneath his pig mask.
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ẗ̸̥͉͗ ̸̩̰̱͍͉̬́̽̀͝ḩ̵̞̠̪̦̜̼͙̀̇ḙ̵̝̓̀ ̸̨̗͛͘ ̶̢̪̤̭̆̈̏c̶̲͉̮̗̺̘̓̓́͘ợ̵̧̧̲̬́̐͝d̵̳̯͈͆̓̚ ̸̡̹̖̘̤͖̳̏̏̈́͊͘͜ẻ̸̢͓̘̤͖̄̀͒͆̕ ̶̩̹̗̉̕͘f̶͙̻͈͍͓͔̂͜ä̶̗̝́i̸̮̝̰͙̓̊͜l̶̢͔̞͈̥͋͐͜ͅ ̴̪͙̥̪̥̲͔̊͊́̕ͅẻ̶̞̦d̵͙̩̀̈́̽̈́̾ͅ.̵̘̞̩͆̍̀̓͂
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Fanfiction-Technoblade meets Minecraft Story Mode- Jesse, Petra, Ivor, and Lucas had just made it out the world of Sky Island, only to find that they had no idea which portal led to their home. In the midst of all the different dimensions, they jump into a wo...
