Hermitcraft AUs, Oneshots, and Jazz

(I)Minecraft Champions (2)

10/27/20

*ahem* blood warning... and death... and stuff....................

Have fun!

(also, I'm perfectly aware that this is not what happened in the actual game, but hey, at least I made the results vaguely similar)

sorry if the people don't act accurately; I only watch a couple of them, so I'm just guessing at this point.

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When Ren opened his eyes, he found himself standing on asphalt, which was strange because he couldn't remember ever going to sleep in the first place. Why would he be standing in the middle of the road?

He looked around at all of the strange faces, which also seemed to be just waking up, and it came back to him. He was stuck in Minecraft Champions 5; they were about to play Survival Games; he was a werewolf.

Ren's chocolate-colored ears turned backward, tilting slightly downwards. His hearing was much more sensitive now; it was a little overwhelming. He heard the sound of cloth shifting and looked next to him to see Falsesymmetry shifting nervously on her feet, eyeing the pile of chests in the middle, an uncertain look in her blue eyes. It was then that he realized that he could only see various shades of blue and yellow, meaning he must have the vision of a wolf.

"What's the plan, Falsie?" Ren whispered to the blonde. False looked back up to him, "Survive, I guess?" She gave Ren a halfhearted smile.

Iskall scanned all of their opponents' faces, not literally; they still couldn't figure out how to get their cybernetic eye to work; the whole 'furry' shpiel was only a joke. There were times when Iskall would get a random overload of information, and others where it was practically just an eye. "What do you think happens if we die?" Iskall voiced their concerns.

Cub furrowed his eyebrows. "I didn't think of that. Surely we'd respawn. Right?"

Ren shrugged, "I doubt any of the others would actually try to kill us anyway. Sure they would try in the game, but this isn't really a game anymore."

Just ask Ren finished speaking, the teams were released. Several teams rushed to the pile of chests in the center, digging out the various resources found inside each one.

A few teams stood warily, unsure of what to do. That is until the fighting began.

Contrary to Ren's initial belief, some players were no more hesitant to kill others than when playing on a monitor.

Five minutes into the game, two people had already died.

Various colors of blood already coated parts of the ground surrounding mid, and it hadn't stopped spilling yet. Though thankfully, the bodies evaporated into a cloud of smoke after only a minute or so.

The green guardians were already running in the opposite direction. They took shelter within a rather large building, hoping they could find gear of any kind.

Thankfully, none of the chests were looted yet, so they found a few pieces of leather and chainmail armor, as well as two bows, a few arrows, a bucket of lava, and a stack of carrots.

Ren stole a glance outside. "Those people act as if they didn't just murder someone," he panted, sitting against the wall and sliding into a sitting position, which was a little awkward in his clunky leather chest plate.

"What do we do? We can't just fight them! We don't know a thing about actual combat" False ran a hand through her hair in worry.

A large explosion sounded in the distance, followed by the distant screams of other players. Cub winced. "I don't think we have much of a choice. Someone has to win."