Sky's POV
I walk into my room, and start to get ready for bed. He liked the headphones! Thank god. That would have been a waste of diamond picks if he didn't.
I take off my sunglasses and run to the bathroom to brush my teeth. Deadlox is already in there, brushing his teeth, his headphones still on. I smile, and grab my toothbrush.
"Ivehdjstillnfjgothsjmyndjdheadphoneshfjon." He says, his mouth full of toothpaste. "What?" I ask, holding back my laughter.
He spits into the sink, and tries again. "I've still got my headphones on!" He smiles. "I see." I grin, and Deadlox skips to his bedroom.
After I brush my teeth, I walk back to my room and climb in bed. "GOODNIGHT DEADLOX!" I yell. I hear laughing coming from his room. "GOODNIGHT SKY!" He yells back. I smile, and snuggle down into my covers, ready for sleep.
Deadlox's POV
I drift off to sleep, fast. Having an amazing birthday is tiring. As I sleep, a dream comes to me. I'm walking through the forest, without Sky. I'm scared, and lost.
It's getting dark, and I have no tools and no way to get back home. I hear monsters all around me.
Suddenly, I hear a sound right behind me. I turn around, and come face to face with a creeper. I scream, and the creeper gets ready to explode.
I cover my face, knowing I'm about to hear an explosion, and I'm about to die. But, instead of hearing an explosion, I hear the sound of a creeper death and feel a gust of wind.
I uncover my face and look around. The creeper is gone. In its place are two shadowy figures holding on to a vine.
"W-who are you?" I stutter. The figures let go of the vine and walk up to me.
One is furry, and in a suit. The other looks human, with brown hair and tan skin. He's wearing a red and black checked hoodie, and a gold necklace. They both look about Sky's age.
They smile at me. "I'm Mitch," says the hoodie guy. "And this is my friend Jerome." He finishes. "I'm a bacca." Jerome smiles.
"Hi." I say in a small voice. "I'm Deadlox, and I'm lost."
I wake up to the sound of Sky's voice, telling me to wake up before he eats all the breakfast.
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Young Team Crafted
FanfictionTiny Sky is only four when his mommy tells him to run from the zombies attack them. Sky now has to survive on his own in the big, scary, Minecraft world, at only four. Can he do it?
