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Oddities of the Overworld, endless works to be made and so many resources to discover upon these lush fields made of blocky dirt and trees. Unless you are the man who arrived from a realm made of diamonds with a sentient chest who both always adores the occasional mischief.
“Chester, run!” Shouted out the blue man as he sprinted through a mineshaft, the cavern shaking and rumbling away as dust began to rain and few boulders fell, “Run, buddy, run!”
Jumping over a few broken mineshaft pillars, the man kept moving, coughing and panting as he tossed his pickaxe aside while the jumping chest hopped behind with its derpy tongue falling out. The man could only keep sprinting, temporarily looking at his hotbar to drop things he didn't need or were weighing him down a bit.
Laughing a bit, the man sprinted towards what he saw as a large pit with a stable enough platform ahead. “Chester, I’m gonna need you to jump with me ahead!” Yelled the man once more, his shoes clicking harder against the rotting and wooden floor, the sound of his chest friend stomping right behind, “Ready!? Jump!”
Taking a large jump, the man smiled gleefully as he thought about his cool escape, only to slowly realize his calculation was rather off, by a block or two. “Oh no… Oh no!” Screamed the man as he began to wail his arms around, watching Chester make the jump with his tongue flailing happily, “That was a lucky shot!” The man merely stopped his arm dance and simply crossed them as he fell freely to the cavern's floor with a very loud and laughable crunching sound.
Looking over the platform edge, Chester could only see the man laying with his tools and some resources floating idly beside him, even noting how his human friend missed the lush river by just an inch. Even as the sentient chest cringed at the sight, it did happily bark as he heard a groan from the man along with a weak and pathetic request, “Go get Jeremy, buddy… I’m at half a heart…”
Carrying a rather heavy man into the enormous village, Chester huffed loudly as he tossed his friend over to the village's somehow useful nitwit: Jeremy.
“Oh great Notch Apples!” Hollered the villager as he knelt down to the groaning man, “Craftee are you okay!?” The man, now revealed as Craftee, could only look up and stare at his Villager friend with such a concerned and flabbergasted look.
“Jeremy, I’m at half a heart and Chester had to carry me here… Does it look like I’m okay, Jeremy?” Spatted the injured man as he slowly pulled himself up to a sitting position, rather annoyed at his whole body being in pain and possibly having a couple ribs cracked.
“Well gee,” Began the large nosed friend, “I guess I won’t give you this healing potion for free anymore.” The villager smirked as he began to walk away with a potion in his hands.
“Alright, alright. Name your price,” Stated Craftee as he stood up, huffing at his pain before raising his hand to the turning villager, “That doesn’t involve Chester or me giving up the Tardis.”
“No, I just want a block of dirt.” Smiled Jeremy with a stupid triumphed look, to which Craftee just shook his head and tossed a singular block of dirt at the man.
“There, now give me the healing potion.” The man’s eyes narrowed as he caught the potion, realizing rather quickly of the contents it truly had.
Raising the potion up to Jeremy’s eye level, the man who had fallen a couple blocks merely spoke with annoyance, “Jeremy, this is a bottle of honey, not a healing potion.”
The villager only smiled innocently as he played with the dirt in his hands, nodding happily as he responded, “I know! That’s the best healing potion you can get from good old me!” Chuckling as he left, Craftee could only stare, contemplating on if he should throw the honey bottle at his bald head or struggle to find a proper cleric.
Deciding peace, the man sighed and walked the other way, sipping a bit of the honey as he muttered to himself, “Thank you for nothing… You useless Villager.” Gazing at his worried chest friend, he simply smiled a bit as he patted the chest’s head, “Don’t worry, I’ll make it to Skip’s before he closes his library. Hopefully he’s not busy with Observer’s shenanigans again.” The chest’s eyes softened as it nudged its head under the man’s hand once more, this time to support him as they made their way to a beautifully decorated library near the village's center.
Now at the library, Craftee knocked loudly enough to see a blonde haired man whip his head around quickly and immediately drop the books in his hand as he shouted with concern, “Craftee! The heck happened to you!?”
Leaping over his counter, the man sprinted up to Craftee and cupped his face as he examined his pupils and even some bruising on the poor man's face. Taking a worried breath, the man turned his head to a floating observer block which seemed to have noticed the commotion from a broken bookshelf.
“Observer, get some healing potions and some double strength, quickly!” Paced the man as his head turned back to the injured man, “Tell me who or what did this? How are you alive? You’re clearly at half a heart, how did you manage this again!?”
Sighing softly and chuckling, Craftee placed his hands on the wrists of the worried blonde, “Skip, relax. I’m somewhat still alive, aren’t I? I was getting some spare copper for the Tardis and didn’t realize how unstable the old mine shafts were.” The brunette cleared his throat as he gently scratched his dirty cheek, clearly embarrassed with having to explain, “I ended up miscalculating the jump and only Chester made it while I fell onto the deepslate.”
As the diamond man spoke, his chest pal merely barked with what sounded as smug amusement causing the two men to turn just as Observer arrived with a crate full of healing and strength potions.
Stifling a laugh, Skip looked back at Craftee as he pushed up his glasses, “And you managed to miss the Lush Cave’s river too?”
Craftee blushed mildly as he quickly snatched and chugged a healing potion, the effects seemed quite rapid and effective as he stumbled a bit while grasping at his chest and coughing while his friends watched in amazement at the bruises and injuries faded away speedily. Continuing his coughing, the man groaned in discomfort before standing up again and setting the empty bottle on the nearby counter.
“It’s still uncomfortable to heal…” Complained the brunette as he wiped his lips and gently grabbed the strength potion that Observer offered him, “But yeah, I did miss the river by an inch or two… I was kinda focused on potentially respawning again as Chester watched me from the platform.” The sentient chest could only bark with smugness, earning a small look from Craftee, “Hey, it’s not fair when you can just land perfectly while I miss the edge by, like… A block or two.”
The chest barked again before gently nudging the leg of his friend, as he drank the strength potion, earning a soft giggle from both Skip and the floating Observer.
“You two always seemed close, how’d that happen?” Asked the blonde as he returned back to the broken shelf, picking up the pile of books he had before said man of diamonds walked in, “Like, what is the origin of your story or did you two just spawn in together?”
Leaning against the beautifully marbled counter, Craftee seemed to sigh as he reminisced happily, “Well… I had gotten my hands on some diamond chest seeds and started planting-” Turning with a confused look, Skip went to ask but was quickly cut off by a further explanation, “Had found an area that gave me custom diamond seeds, a village had custom chest diamond seeds. Anyway, I started planting the seeds, and used them to make a chest chestplate with the chest diamonds from the chest diamond seeds.”
Giving a look of concern, Skip set the books on the counter as he asked, “Was that whole “chest chest chest” thing necessary?” Craftee simply nodded with a sly grin.
“Absolutely. Now, after I made the chest chestplate, I put that bad boy on and Chester here…” Gestured the brunette as the lively chest barked, “Just spawned in, and we have been close friends since then! I still have the bite mark on my leg from when he bit me at first, wanna see?” Skip quickly shook his head as he raised his hands up to stop the man, clearly in the process of eagerly pulling up his pant leg.
“Craftee, no!” Exclaimed the blonde, causing the young man before him to stop pulling at the fabric, “Sorry, I just… I rather not see the scar that Chester left on you. Last time you came in with a couple arrows in your arm and back…”
The brunette smiled as he reminisced about that horrific time, “Ah right. I remember it like it was yesterday… Had finished fighting some Pillagers for a custom heart, it was a pretty cool one too! And the Pillager outpost? Whew, man did it have a nice goat horn and was so pretty when I blew it up…” Craftee simply clasped his hands before sighing happily, leading to a rather awkward and concerned stare shared between Skip, Observer, and even the walking chest.
Although worried at such display to a very physically painful memory, Observer could only shake his head before hovering away to a different area of the library. Poor Observer, never did like the weirdness of the diamond man, but still dealt with one of Skip’s friend named Dan for some reason, he worked in mysterious ways that even left Skip questioning.
“Hey! Observer, don’t just leave!” Shouted after the blonde as he adjusted his glasses, taking a couple steps forward before a hand tugged at his sleeve. Gazing over at the delicate yet rough hand, he trailed his gaze up to Craftee.
“Let him leave, he might want some bread. Or maybe those edible diamonds I sent you two through the mail.” Smiled the brunette as his blue eyes glistened against the lighting of the library’s copper lamp. Skip could only sigh as a gentle smile crossed his face, he always seemed to soften against the man before him. Skip never understood the oddity of that, how a man of tutorials and nerdy knowledge of the world of Minecraft came to soften and even feel all mushy inside when it came to this very chaotic and talkative man.
Having stared for too long, Craftee began to blush a bit, the faint blue hue dressing over his pale like skin and upon noticing, Skip blushed brightly as he quickly pulled his hand against his chest, wondering how long this staring contest went on for.
“S-Sorry, I didn’t mean to…” Stuttered out the brunette, clearing his throat as he avoided his gaze, the faint blush still there against his face.
“Oh. No, no, no. It’s fine! I was the one staring for a little longer!” Stammered the blonde, flailing his hands a bit as he then began to fidget with the tips of his fingertips, almost picking at nothing. “Sorry, I uhm… It was nice seeing you in the village again, Craftee.” With an awkward smile, he extended his hand out.
Craftee stared at the hand before chuckling and proceeding to shake Skip’s hand. “Alright, alright. It was nice seeing you again too.” Letting go of the hand, the man seemed to feel a bit saddened at the touch having ended, though he mentally shook his head as he proceeded to ask, “Right, uhm, do I have any mail today? I’m kinda expecting a Magical Puffin.”
“Sorry, a what?”
“A Magical Puffin. It’s a Puffin plush, but with a cool magic hat. Used the All Seeing Pickle.”
Skip merely nodded his head, pretending to understand as his mouth hung a bit open, trying not to say anything other than, “Uh-huh…”
“What? Is it the Puffin or the Pickle? Because the pickle helped me find the useless Puffin.” The man sighed as he leaned against the counter once more with a huff at the memory of spending hours and endless respawns just to find the all legendary “Mcguffin” only for it to be a Puffin bird plush with a kinda cute wizard hat. “Stupid adventure…”
Skip shook his head with a giggle before taking out a lightly tanned envelope with a roman sigil. “Well, that didn’t come in, but this did. A letter from some…” The blonde adjusted his glasses as he read the letter’s sender, only to widen them as he looked up at the diamond man, “LegionVee of the Roman Island?! How are you getting letters from an ancient Roman man!?”
Craftee just shrugged as he grabbed the letter from Skip’s hands, their fingers gently brushing against each other before the brunette ripped open the envelope, “He kind of walked into my Tardis when I had to fix the timeline and then wanted to stay here since we are more advanced in tools and even agriculture. He did call our architecture tacky and lacking beauty. Which I didn’t mind, our builds do look too sleek and gray.”
Skip gave an offended look as he raised his hands up in disbelief and annoyance, “I like the look, it feels very modern and kinda rich.”
Craftee chuckled as he kept reading the letter, “Yeah, if you’re actually a Millionaire or billionaire.”
“Says the man who came from the diamond dimension, AND has continuously gotten a ton more diamonds for fun.”
“Just say you envy my net worth, Skip, just say you envy it.” Smirked the man as he looked up from the letter, enjoying the furrowed face Skip had gained after mentioning the wealth of the brunette. “Anyway, I’m off on another adventure to a new server. Going to Rome and this time, I won’t get shot at by skelly boys.”
“I’m sending you with a ton of health potions and golden carrots.” Skip muttered as he grabbed a shulker box and began filling it with both potions and golden dipped carrots.
“Aw, thank you, Skippy boy.” Switching his attention, Craftee smiled at Chester with excitement, “You ready to go to Rome, buddy? Are you?” As a response, Chester just burped as he coughed out some diamond blocks. Craftee nodded with a confused stare as he gently patted the happy chest’s head, “I’ll take that as a yes, Chester.”