Heya! Rapid's back, and so is Story Within A Story! (Except it's the edited version of the rewritten original... Sorry!)

Aiden: ...About fucking time you return.

H-hey! I got busy, okay?! Life is hard, man! Anyway... I guess I should get to the disclaimers, huh?

Aiden: Tch. I got it. She does not claim ownership of the game called Minecraft: Story Mode; it belongs to Telltale Games. She apologizes for the strong language, dark themes, horrible puns, etc.

Thanks... I think.

Aiden: Whatever. Just get to writing.

Okay, okay! Uh, well... Just a quick note: italics can either be a thought from a character or just an emphasized word. I'll try to make it easy to decipher.

Aiden: Rapid!

Jeez, okay! Enjoy!

[ Minecraft: Story Mode ]

[ Story Within A Story ]

[ Chapter 1: A Punny Beginning. ]

There was a forest that stretched around the bustling town. Most people were reluctant to wander into the extensive forest for fears of wandering too far and getting lost, and there were also the mobs to look out for, as they survived the day under the shade the trees bestowed upon them. Some mobs, though, such as sheep, pigs, cows, birds, bunnies and the like were all friendly. Wolves were mostly friendly as well, although if you have the balls to provoke them...

Well, you'd better hope you can climb- and fast, because those shitheads will actually kill you with no regard of whether or not you even meant to hurt them.

...I've had a bad experience with wolves, shut up. A-anyway...

Numerous people were afraid to go into the forest for these reasons, but somewhere near the middle of the woods, there was a tree that stood proudly among the others, and built rather simply atop of it was a tree house. It wasn't very big, but it was built with care.

The tree house was inhabited by three. Two humans and a pig

The boy was absolutely attacking an armor stand with his wooden sword. He had unruly brown hair and violet-blue eyes, and donned a white button-up shirt and jeans held up with red suspenders. There was something on one of the straps... Something shiny...

"Would you rather fight a hundred chicken sized zombies or," The girl paused for effect, and the boy turned half of his attention to her, throwing in a few more strikes at the beaten armor stand. "ten zombie sized chickens? Just to be clear, you wouldn't have any weapons or armor, so you'd have to fight them with your bare hands."

The girl is taller than him by about half a foot, and she was more on the lanky side with curly black hair styled in pigtails and onyx eyes. She wore a green beanie with goggles, a sleeveless red tunic over a white shirt, dark pants, and gray leather boots.

He paused to think about the interesting question, his assault on the armor stand ceasing momentarily. "Ooh, that's a good question... I'm going to have to go with the giant chickens. Not because I think it would be easy or anything, but they would be an abomination!" He answered with a grin.

"But think about their giant feet-"

"Olivia, no!"

Olivia laughed. "Okay, okay. Now, I've got a daylight sensor on the roof..." She took out some redstone from her inventory and placed it on the counter beside her, smoothing it out carefully.

"Uh-huh?"

If she noticed his lackadaisical response, she didn't say so. "And if I'm correct, the lights should turn on when it gets dark."

"Mm-hmm." He hummed in mindless agreement, and she had to wonder if he was even listening to her anymore.

Probably not. Olivia reasoned to herself with an amused eye-roll. "I didn't want to leave Reuben with nothing while we're at the Building Competition." She told him anyway.

Immediately, her shorter companion stopped what he was doing and gave her a wide-eyed stare. "What? He's coming with us!"

"Really?" She stared back at him in disbelief. She thought they had already gone over this several days ago! Maybe he hadn't been listening and had been mindlessly agreeing to everything she said. Again. He does that sometimes...

The brunette sheathed his wooden sword as he walked towards her. "You gotta be kidding, Liv! Reuben always comes with us!"

The small pig, with big brown eyes and a dark spot on his backside, sidestepped away from the wooden armor stand and looked up at the two humans with a confused expression.

Olivia shook her head at his persistence, and threw her arms out in surrender. "Okay! I'm not saying he shouldn't come. I'm not!"

Reuben simply shot her a disbelieving stare, and he climbed up onto the window sill to look out over the forest as he listened.

"But Jesse, isn't it a little weird you take him everywhere you go?"

Jesse motioned towards Reuben with a determined look directed at Olivia. "He's my wing-man; People always want to talk to the guy with the pig!" He declares enthusiastically.

Unfortunately, Olivia was quick to throw water on the leaping flames. "You mean talk about the guy with the pig." She responded bitterly. "Like, 'look at the weird guy with the weird pig. How weird.'"

Jesse's face fell, and his big smile was replaced with the kicked-puppy expression that melted her anger right away. She hated it when he looked at her like that. She just... Couldn't stay mad at him. Not that sure was in the first place! She turned away from the boy and his "wing-man", lightly tugging on one of her pigtails with a quiet sigh.

"I'm sorry, I'm just- Damn it, I'm so sick of being a loser! A laughing stock!" She slammed her hands down atop the bookshelf with a flash of anger in her onyx eyes. "It just..."

The anger was internalized as she recalled the times they were all pushed around and made fun of. Especially Jesse because of his childish nature. "It wears you down..." She muttered softly, internally kicking herself again for letting any of that occur. She was supposed to protect him, for notch's sake! They promised him. It hadn't been a promise spoken to his face, but it was a silent agreement between Axel and Olivia. It was so, so important... And yet they seemed to be failing...

"We are not losers, Olivia." Jesse fired back stubbornly.

Olivia huffed. "Oh yeah, of course! And we totally don't fail at literally everything we ever try!" She should probably let it drop... "In fact, I can't remember the last time we succeeded at anything!"

"But if that's the case, it means we win at being losers."

She finally cracked a smile. She would let him have this one. "Alright, fine." Olivia gave in bemusedly, shaking her head when he pumped his fist with a victorious grin.

"Ssss..."

"D-do you hear that?" The brunette asked in bewilderment. Reuben, still seated on the window sill, turned around to glance at the trapdoor in confusion.

"Ssss..." Came a second hiss as Jesse crouched near the trapdoor, much to his companions' displeasure.

"Oh no!" Olivia gasped, staring at their only exit with wide eyes. She really shouldn't be letting Jesse just walk toward danger like this, but he was stubborn. So painfully stubborn.

She moved forward to pull him back, but-

"BOO!"

A creeper's face popped in through the trapdoor.

Olivia screamed and stumbled back into the bookshelf she'd been near, Jesse shrieked and fell on his back in an attempt to distance himself, and Reuben squealed and tumbled off the window sill. All of these reactions happened at once.

The creeper then pulled... its... head off? What?! Oh. Oh, okay. It was just their friend.

Their friend was actually a pretty big guy, although most of that bulk rested in his shoulders. He had mischievous hazel eyes and short black hair alongside a unibrow to top it off. He donned a green jacket, dark fingerless gloves, tan pants, and sandals.

Oh yeah, and he also had the smuggest-looking grin. "Aw man, you guys screamed so loud! That was awes—"

Reuben had just about enough, so he ran over and rammed his little head into the big guy's stomach with an angry squeal. Now the pig may not be all that big, but he's pretty tough. The big guy doubled over with a half-surprised and half-pained grunt. "...Great, now I'm going to smell like pig at Endercon." He grumbled after he managed to catch his breath.

Olivia recovered quickly and stormed over, slapping his chest with a bright red face. "AXEL! What the hell?!" She shouted. Just as angry as Reuben, if not angrier.

Axel nervously crossed his arms over his big chest and averted his gaze so he wouldn't have to meet her dark stare. "It was funny!"

Jesse, however, didn't join the discussion, as he was still seated on the ground where he fell in wide-eyed and open-mouthed shock.

Axel looked down at down, and he grew concerned. "Jesse, dude?" He crouched down and waved a hand in front of the brunette's face. "Are you okay?"

Jesse decided right then and there he would definitely punch Axel if he pulled that creeper stunt ever again. "You're the worst." He whined as he finally came out of his stupor. He slapped the hand away from his face with an annoyed huff.

Axel, relieved that his friend was okay and amused by his annoyance, merely snickered as he lifted his shorter friend to his feet with an unsurprising ease.

Olivia sighed and facepalmed, then dragged that hand down her face in exasperation. "Okay, whatever. Axel, do you have the fireworks?" She asks through her fingers.

The prankster looked offended by the very question. "Yes, of course I do! I also got something for the little guy." He pulled a pair of black wings and a mask from his inventory.

Reuben curiously trotted over to him, and oinked happily as the little costume was strapped on. He felt so tough now! Rawr! He squealed and ran around the room when the big hands let him go.

"You're off the hit list for now, Axel!" Jesse declared as he bounced on the balls of his feet. There were practically stars in his eyes as he watched his pig race around.

Olivia smirked when she noticed Axel slump in relief at this news, and she spoke up. "Well, now you can really call him your wing-man."

Axel snickered a little, but Jesse's expression fell, and he gave the girl a deadpan glare. "Get out before I throw something at you."

They both burst into laughter and obeyed him without a single protest, exiting their tree house through the trapdoor and climbing down the long ladder.

He waited a few moments to make sure they were far enough away before he groaned loudly and smacked his forehead against the wall. The little pig squealed in concern, but quietened when he heard what his human buddy was muttering to himself.

"Notch." Slam!

"Save." Slam!

"Me." Slam!

"Please." Slam!

And that's a wrap to chapter one!

*Aiden tackles the author from behind as she finally got up from her computer to stretch. Thus knocking her to the ground.*

Aideeeen!

Aiden: ...Oops.

*She shoved him off and got up.* Anyway...

Random question time~!

RQTC: What is your favorite type of ice cream?

I love cookies and cream ice cream. It's so damn good. Anyway! I think that'll end us off. Toodles~!