#mcsmc 6

[peri-the-writer]

MCSM Countdown Day 6

So Lukas had thought things couldn’t be much worse after being thrown into the “void” by his former best friend. Now, as he was sitting alone in a closet, accused of several counts of murder, and being guarded by a perfect stranger and Ivor of all people, Lukas realized he was oh so wrong. At least Jesse and Petra were working on uncovering the truth, and if anyone could do it, they could. He just hoped they could do it before everyone else got too anxious and decided to throw him to the zombie hoard outside.

Technically he could probably clear his name, he supposed, but not without making his group the primary targets of the real murderer. So now it was just sitting and waiting, praying there were no crazy death traps in the closet of all places. With how this night had been going so far, it really wouldn’t surprise him.

“Do you think they’re having any luck?” The silence was starting to get to Lukas, the tension between the three of them almost palpable, and he had to say something.

“Worried, blonde guy?” Lukas could only see part of Ivor’s face through the iron door, but he didn’t miss the slight raise of his eyebrows with his response. 

“Hey, things look a little different when you’re on the other side of the metal door.” Lukas said, crossing his arms. Could anyone really blame him if he was? He could have all the faith in the world in his friends (which he did) but that didn’t mean he wasn’t allowed to be worried, especially consider how close he’d already come to being zombie food.

“You are many things, Lukas: cocky, understandably bitter, a bit of a coward at times,“ what he could see of Ivor’s face was unreadable then, but there was no judgement in his tone, perhaps because he was remembering his own moments of cowardice, “someone who spends far too much time on his hair, but what you are not is a murderer, and I have no doubt that Petra and Jesse will prove that.” Lukas was sorely tempted to comment on the distinct lack of ‘blonde guy’ or ‘Louis’ in the place of his real name, proving his suspicions that he as messing up his name on purpose, but something in the somber sincerity of Ivor’s word’s stopped him. If that hadn’t, Cassie Rose opening her mouth to rudely interrupt would’ve anyway.

“Will you two be quiet? He’s a prisoner. And for all I know you could be his accomplice.” She snapped, glaring at them both, though Ivor got an especially pointed look with the implication of him also being involved in the murders.

“Neither of us were speaking to you, Cassie, so I think perhaps you’re the one who needs to be quiet.” Cassie’s mouth snapped shut, looking mildly surprised by his fighting back. She didn’t look any less angry of course, but the fact that she refrained from speaking again for the moment, instead standing there with her arms crossed and glowering at no one in particular, seemed enough to satisfy Ivor.

“You know what,” She said after a moment of silence, “you two can have fun with your little love fest, I’m out of here. And you’d better not let him out of the closet.” And with an air of finality and one final warning look at Ivor that didn’t affect him whatsoever, Cassie stalked off with Winslow in tow.

“I don’t trust that girl." Ivor muttered quietly as she disappeared from sight, and Lukas couldn't help but agree. She’d been awfully quick to suggest throwing him to the zombies with the only proof to go on the white pumpkin in his hands.

The two companions fell back into silence, this time a more comfortable one until a short while later Stampy showed up, looking as excitable as usual. “You two should come quickly, we’ve found something!” He waited anxiously, seemingly intending for them to follow him back.

Lukas and Ivor exchanged a glance as he was freed from the closet. “See, I told you those two would figure it out!” Ivor told him more than a little smugly.

“Hey, I wasn’t arguing with you there.” Lukas held up his hands defensively, though he was smiling slightly as they made their way back to where they’d all been together previously. It felt good to no longer be the prime suspect. All that was left now was to hear who the real murderer was and put an end to the plotting before anyone else had to suffer.

[spto]

#mcsmc day 6

[ Episode 6: A Portal to Mystery ]

[thelapismoon]

Minecraft Story mode countdown Day 6: Episode 6 Ivor: I guess I’m next then Me in the middle of gameplay: IVOR. LET ME HUG YOU. WHY ISN��T THERE A HUG OPTION. Also Cassie in the background is literally the only thing that says this is from episode 6 …..sweats nervously

[brutal-llama]

Okay but CaptainSparklez trying to keep TorqueDawg in check and the Dawg having none of it is my favorite interaction with the youtubers. 

(Please do not tag as kin/me/id/etc)

[blazingflareon]

throwback to the other au i created but never did anything with hssdfhfh

[mari-the-dreamer]

“[I’m sorry we couldn’t save everyone.]”

Let us take a moment of silence for the victims of that haunted mansion. 

[lunaraen]

Day Six

For people who've only known one town, never mind one world, all their lives, it's impossible to know how constricting being stuck in a single world can be.

Cassie Rose has been to more worlds than anyone could possibly count, and being stuck in one for days is enough to make her feel claustrophobic.

After a few years?

She might as well be tied up and locked tight in a box.

Especially since she's known since the beginning that there's been a portal key stuck here, somewhere, with her, despite her inability to find it despite searching high and low and raiding everything possible. The problem's been that she wasn't part of the group that opened the portal here, and certainly wasn't part of the group that hid the key. Even if she was, it's been so long since then that she doubts she'd remember where it is. Hadrian and the others might not even remember; it's probably the main reason they didn't bother getting rid of the key.

She wasn't sure if they'd even left a key, honestly, and she still doesn't know if it's possible to describe how relieving it was to find out that someone from this world had simply found it in a place she hadn't looked.

Maybe it was a bit of a blow to her pride, something she'll admit stings easy and will always be her downfall, to know someone so stupid found what she couldn't despite years and years of trying so hard.

Well, stupid isn't as accurate as it sounds at first.

They're all extremely good performers and actors, and some of them are borderline brilliant, for their world at least.

Sickeningly genuine might fit better.

It's not that Cassie minds nice people or anything, no more so than she minds people in general, but at this point, it feels like waking up at some ungodly hour of the morning only to be greeted by infuriatingly happy faces and chipper voices that never know when to shut up. It's like they're just rubbing her nose in it, how she's stuck here in this pathetic world and how they're all somehow happy with being so confined and not even knowing it.

So happy with being trapped and still managing to find the key out of this prison, treating it like some sort of prize instead of what should've been Cassie's this entire time.

But it's okay. It's all okay now, because they trust her and that'll be their doom.

After all, who better than a jack of all trades to make the ultimate murder mansion? It's cliché, she knows, but it's been the most fun she's had in a while and she'll take it. Besides, in a way, she'll be doing them a favor. Real friends wouldn't turn on each other the way she knows they will tonight.

A big part of what's keeping Cassie going has been treating this like the fun project it should be, the light at the end of an insufferable tunnel.

She doesn't even want the power or the company she used to have back. She has Winslow, after all, and he won't turn on her. What's the point in friends? She gets the feeling that, after getting out of here, she'll even be happy getting her blood lust fix by just killing random livestock and monsters. Revenge sounds tempting, admittedly, but she already knows the others can overpower her and she really doesn't want to be stuck in some other backwards world again.

But the inability to leave, to hop from world to world like she used to be able to do so easily...

It's maddening.

And every single one of them, every "friend" who'll follow their invitations tonight, is going to pay.

She'll be sure to thank whoever has her key once they're dead.

Cassie relaxes her grip on the paintbrush, realizing just now how tight her grip's gotten. This is the last portrait, and she really wouldn't want to screw it up and have to start over.

That being said, she's so close she can almost taste it, and in just a couple of hours, all of this will be behind her.

The basement, if it can be called that, is wonderfully damp and dark, the torchlight providing just enough light for her to see what she's doing and to showcase the neatly labeled and lined up chests. There's distant clanging and scratching, zombies already beginning to moan and hiss as they struggle against the bars. In a few hours, she'll give them what they want.

On one hand, she supposes she could worry about someone finding her down here, after weeks and weeks of lying and trying to gain their trust, someone having followed her without her knowing, but it doesn't matter. If she catches them, she'll just kill them a little early, and if they tell the others, no one will believe them.

Her? Sweet, innocent Cassie Rose? A murderer?

(It's actually extremely satisfying and more than fitting for a world where so much of what people do revolves around being on a stage. She may not like it, not at all, but she understands to a point why Hadrian had her banished here.

Somebody as two faced as she can be fits in perfectly in a world where people put on all sort of shows and tricks for an audience, acting whatever way gets the best reactions.

And it'll be just as fitting when they die to the same traps they've shown off and discussed.)

Cassie grins as she adds the last finishing touches on the portrait before gently leaning it against the wall, grinning as she puts her paintbrush aside. Her grin gets wider as Winslow rubs against her legs, purr sneaking into the small meow he gives, and she doesn't hesitate before bending down to scoop him up and hold him close, mumbling words that don't mean anything as she nuzzles him back.

Even if she only has to kill one person to get what she needs, which will admittedly be a bit of a shame after all her work and preparations, it doesn't matter if she just takes the flint and steal and disappears. The others will know that she's to blame, and they'll never be able to find her.

At best, they'll die in another world, or before they ever get to the portal itself, and Cassie will be no worse for wear either way.

After tonight, she and Winslow are leaving.

After tonight, she never has to set foot in this world or even think about it again.

For someone who has no home to come back to and is certain she never wants one, it's the closest to feeling like she's coming home she's ever been.

[aquaticsmoresblocksaboutmcsm]

Lost In Thoughts All Alone

Day Six: A Portal To Mystery Jesse Used: Vague Pairing: None Words: 709 Notes: Yeaaahhhh, I’ll admit, I got a little lazy with this one. Mostly because I was tired at the time I was writing this but ehhh, it’s probably fine. :P

So this was how Cassie was going to die.

Trapped on a floating patch of dirt with endermites practically chomping at the bit as they lay in wait for her to come to them.

Cassie would have laughed if she wasn’t so furious.

Her plan was perfect.

Perfect.

If it hadn’t been for the so called ‘Order of the Stone’, then she would have gotten the enchanted flint and steel and been on her way out of that stupid world once and for all.

It was their fault that she was trapped with no way out.

It was their fault that she’d never be able to go home.

Cassie was surprised when she saw the group of four outside the mansion as they ran from zombies and searched for a way inside. Everyone she needed to kill to find the portal key was already trapped inside, so how would she deal with the unknown newcomers?

It was simple, really.

She’d set up their portraits and have them play her little game as well. They certainly weren’t her intended targets, but she had to keep up the appearance of a spooky mansion and the killer that could appear when they least expected it.

If the newcomers died or not from her traps or they got in her way, it wasn’t her fault if they got more than they bargained for.

It wasn’t her fault they entered her trap at the wrong time and place.

What WAS her fault was that she underestimated their little leader, Jesse!

Cassie didn’t expect that nosy leader to snoop around and find enough clues to prove to the others that she was the killer. She thought that the leader was just as brain dead as the rest of her trapped victims.

But, OH, how wrong she was.

She underestimated that leader’s tenacity and she ended up paying the price.

Cassie was revealed to be the killer and she had no choice but to flee and find a new way to get that portal key.

Little did she know in the beginning that Jesse’s little group were also off worlders.

If she had known all along, she would have killed Jesse immediately when the leader was chasing after her and she would have been on her way out of that stupid world and back to her own.

Luckily for her, she was paranoid enough to create a trap underneath a fake portal she had made in the cemetery.

… Or rather, how unlucky of her.

Cassie thought she had them. She thought that she had trapped the group and she’d fish the portal key out of their inventories when they died.

Why oh why oh why oh WHY did she underestimate those pathetic excuses for heroes again?!?

Cassie thought she had won. She had lit a large fire in front of Jesse to keep that leader from going after her when she had the portal key right in her hands.

She thought she was home free.

But that leader’s little friends had come to Jesse��s rescue and had taken the portal key from her.

Friends…

Friends…

Cassie could spit on that very word.

There was no such thing as friends. People only acted all buddy-buddy with someone when they needed something or they wanted something out of you.

Cassie tried having real friends once.

And look where she was now…

TRAPPED.

IN A PIT.

ALONE.

Friendship didn’t exist in Cassie’s world.

Not anymore.

Now there was only betrayal.

Hatred.

… Loneliness.

Cassie sat on the cold, hard dirt and wrapped her arms around herself. She suddenly felt very small and she wasn’t sure why.

… Maybe she did know why.

She had been abandoned.

Even her beloved Winslow had abandoned her.

The portal key was right in Winslow’s paw before and he just pushed it off the edge like it was a toy.

Cassie had tried to call Winslow down to her and even tried to lure him with fish, but Winslow ignored her bribe and walked away from her.

Now she had no one else.

Cassie had no friends.

No one to save her.

No one to help her.

No one to comfort her as she awaited her inevitable starvation.

She was trapped.

Alone.

Forever.

[echo-spider-20]

[mcsmcountdownw]

Welcome to the Minecraft Story Mode season 2 countdown!

For the eight days leading up to the launch of the first episode of MCSM season 2, the fandom is coming together to celebrate season 1!

Each day is themed around one episode of the first season, starting with The Order of the Stone. Make something related to that episode! Draw your favourite scene, draw the character who had the coolest moment, write about something you think happened offscreen or wished that happened instead!

If you can’t participate, please show your love and support for the other artists in this fandom by liking and reblogging everyone’s posts! 💖 Also you don’t have to join in every single day, and you’re allowed to submit more than one post per day!

The countdown begins July 3rd, 2017! See you all then!

RULES

1. Be nice! This countdown is to have fun and celebrate MCSM, not for you to be mean. That includes stuff like “It’s cute but I don’t ship it.” You didn’t have to say that last part, silly.

2. I know there are other adults in this fandom. Please be aware of who is seeing your content! Keep all art SFW/kid-friendly. If you aren’t sure if your art passes that bare minimum requirement, it’s okay if you ask Mod Jesse for help first. (Don’t ask Mod Lukas, he will cry).

3. Ship art is okay! 👍

4. Tag your posts as #mcsmcountdown and #mcsmc day [number]. Make sure these two tags are within the first five tags of your post so we can see it and reblog it!

5. Have fun!!!

SCHEDULE AND TAGS

#mcsmc day 1: The Order of the Stone - July 3rd 2017 [Event Start!]

#mcsmc day 2: Some Assembly Required - July 4th 2017

#mcsmc day 3: The Last Place You Look - July 5th 2017

#mcsmc day 4: A Block and a Hard Place - July 6th 2017

#mcsmc day 5: Order Up! - July 7th 2017

#mcsmc day 6: A Portal to Mystery - July 8th 2017

#mcsmc day 7: Access Denied - July 9th 2017

#mcsmc day 8: A Journey’s End? - July 10th 2017

#mcsmc day 9: Season 2 is here! (BONUS ROUND: Anything goes! Draw anything MCSM-related you want!) - July 11th 2017

This countdown is being organized by carmeladansen (Mod Jesse) and bobacupcake (Mod Lukas)!

[sautiyahoja25]

8 days until the single debuts! "Keep It Cool", featuring Olivia K, produced by Rench The Mastermind @renchaudio of @gangstagrass. Hear it live for the first time on @blacktribbles 12/6, 106.5 FM in philly or phillycam.org anywhere else in the known universe! #BoomBapTherapy #rsonlogo #MCsMC https://www.instagram.com/p/BqvIR4Gj6tn/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ao3cwyab0qmt

[mcsmcountdown]

submitted by Art God!!

    ► Axel gets a shanking.

      But he’s too fat to die.

[echo-spider-20]

[mcsmcountdown]

Welcome to the Minecraft Story Mode season 2 countdown!

For the eight days leading up to the launch of the first episode of MCSM season 2, the fandom is coming together to celebrate season 1!

Each day is themed around one episode of the first season, starting with The Order of the Stone. Make something related to that episode! Draw your favourite scene, draw the character who had the coolest moment, write about something you think happened offscreen or wished that happened instead!

If you can’t participate, please show your love and support for the other artists in this fandom by liking and reblogging everyone’s posts! 💖 Also you don’t have to join in every single day, and you’re allowed to submit more than one post per day!

The countdown begins July 3rd, 2017! See you all then!

RULES

1. Be nice! This countdown is to have fun and celebrate MCSM, not for you to be mean. That includes stuff like “It’s cute but I don’t ship it.” You didn’t have to say that last part, silly.

2. I know there are other adults in this fandom. Please be aware of who is seeing your content! Keep all art SFW/kid-friendly. If you aren’t sure if your art passes that bare minimum requirement, it’s okay if you ask Mod Jesse for help first. (Don’t ask Mod Lukas, he will cry).

3. Ship art is okay! 👍

4. Tag your posts as #mcsmcountdown and #mcsmc day [number]. Make sure these two tags are within the first five tags of your post so we can see it and reblog it!

5. Have fun!!!

SCHEDULE AND TAGS

#mcsmc day 1: The Order of the Stone - July 3rd 2017 [Event Start!]

#mcsmc day 2: Some Assembly Required - July 4th 2017

#mcsmc day 3: The Last Place You Look - July 5th 2017

#mcsmc day 4: A Block and a Hard Place - July 6th 2017

#mcsmc day 5: Order Up! - July 7th 2017

#mcsmc day 6: A Portal to Mystery - July 8th 2017

#mcsmc day 7: Access Denied - July 9th 2017

#mcsmc day 8: A Journey’s End? - July 10th 2017

#mcsmc day 9: Season 2 is here! (BONUS ROUND: Anything goes! Draw anything MCSM-related you want!) - July 11th 2017

This countdown is being organized by carmeladansen (Mod Jesse) and bobacupcake (Mod Lukas)!

[echo-spider-20]