End of Minecraft

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓𝟔: 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬

"Wilbur? Can we please talk?" Y/N's soft requests pierced my emotions as it trickled through the door. For a little while, I paused, thinking that it had been much too long since we had properly talked to one other. I sighed, realizing I couldn't say no to her request. I opened the door reluctantly, discovering a distraught Y/N standing before me. When our gazes connected, I experienced the depth of her care and understanding.

As Y/N stood there, her presence a balm to my exhausted soul, I felt it was time to let down my guard, to enable others to share the burden I had been carrying alone. In that vulnerable moment, I quietly swore to defend people I loved.

I let down the walls I'd built around myself, allowing myself to be vulnerable in Y/N's presence. Y/N realized the depth of my pain and softly dropped a tear as I let my feelings out. She held me, her arms bringing comfort as I sobbed. Minutes passed, and the tears gradually stopped, but I kept my face covered, laying my head on Y/N's shoulder.

Y/N's delicate touch, her fingers ruffling my hair, provided comfort and peace. "You know, just because you comforted me doesn't mean I'll let Tommy and Ranboo go," I said, my voice mixed with pout. "No, silly, they'll stay here with you," Y/N answered, her laughter ringing across the room. "They understand the reasons, Wilbur, and they'll listen to you, even Tommy," she continued, softly wiping tears from my burning eyes.

Curiosity piqued my interest. "What about you? Are you staying here?" I said, my voice tinged with fear and adoration. Y/N softly shook her head, a sorrowful grin on her lips. "I'm sorry, Wilbur, but I can't; the others need me," she stated, her words tinged with commitment. "But we'll stay safe, that's a promise," she promised me, her eyes full of resolve.

A wave of sorrow came over me, prompting me to murmur, "Promises are meant to be broken," as I lowered my gaze downward. However, Y/N's remark gave me a glimmer of optimism. "Well, I have a feeling this one won't," she answered. As she gazed at me with unshakable faith, I gained strength and determination to confront the obstacles that were ahead.

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The group returned inside, still concerned for Wilbur's well-being. Quackity assured George, "You don't have to worry about him. Y/N is the best at comforting people." The others nodded in agreement, finding relief in what he said. Schlatt rested against the kitchen walls, snacking on cookies. Tommy, his gaze fixed on the enticing delicacies, couldn't help but ask, "Can I have some, Schlatt?"

Schlatt responded with a sneer, "No," and temptingly waved the cookies in front of Tommy, tempting him with their sweetness. Tommy's willpower kicked in as he sought to wrest the cookies from Schlatt's grasp, but his attempts were futile. "You little shit," Schlatt grunted refusing to give up his prized goodies. He advised Tommy ask Niki whether she still had any cookies. Tommy responded with a wicked grin, sticking out his middle finger and refusing to back down.

Tommy approached Niki, expecting for more goods, only to be disappointed when she told him that they were the last cookies. Frustrated, Tommy went back to Schlatt, who responded casually, "Not my problem." Tommy leapt towards Schlatt again, this time attempting to pry the cookies from his grasp. Schlatt, never one to back down, replied by shoving Tommy away. Fate, on the other hand, had other plans.

The wall behind Schlatt crumbled as he pushed back, forcing him to lose his balance and plummet into a mysterious spot. Tommy looked down at the falling Schlatt, his eyes filled with astonishment and delight. He chuckled and said to the others, "Uh guys?" The others gathered around Tommy, amid laughing and Schlatt's bold middle finger.

Y/N and Wilbur, filled with curiosity, followed the rest of the group as they descended into the mysterious place where Schlatt had fallen. The air was dusty, and cobwebs adorned the corners, creating an eerie atmosphere. However, their attention was immediately drawn to a peculiar sight—a table stood in the center, upon which a book floated, emanating a soft glow. Mysterious letters danced in the air around it, their meaning unknown.

Intrigued, they cautiously approached the table, where some swords were also hanged, their eyes fixed on the mesmerizing display. It seemed to hold secrets and answers, waiting to be unraveled. Y/N reached out, hesitatingly placing a hand near the floating book, feeling a gentle energy radiating from it. Y/N's voice was filled with awe as she muttered, "It's an enchanting table." Her hand sparkled with a faint, ethereal light, the delicate energy flowing in her palms. The others exchanged puzzled looks, mesmerized by the fascinating aura that encircled her.

Just as the group absorbed this new discovery, they heard a creaking sound coming from behind them. They turned, their gazes locking on the open doorway. Sensing the significance of the moment, Y/N, Tommy, and Ranboo stayed by the floating book while the rest of the group ventured towards the source of the sound.

As they turned the corner, led by Dream, their eyes widened at the sight before them. Bad stood in front of an unlit portal, where they knew would take them to the Nether. Along the sides, chests filled with precious items them. One chest contained an assortment of essential materials: five ender pearls, three blaze rods, and various other treasures such as a ghast tear, crying obsidian, soul sand, nether wart, a single piece of ancient debris, and a handful of quartz.

Curiosity piqued their interest as they examined the chests further. Their gaze was drawn to a single item in the second chest—a practically depleted flint and steel. Its damaged look suggested previous usage, making them curious about the artifact's origins.

Seeking truths that lay ahead..