#so pathetic even martyn took pity on him

[fence-time]

Most pathetic wet cat of the season guys

[bigb-enthusiast]

Yippee

WRITING!!!

Ghost enderman am im right?

Pt.1 out of most likely 2

Joel didn’t like this. No. He hated this. It has been weeks yes WEEKS and he STILL CAN’T FIND THAT ENDERMAN, at this point he thinks he’s haunted by a ghost enderman. How stupid is that!? A ghost enderman! Thats nonsense.

He tried to explain to Scar, Ren, Martyn, Tango, Etho, even Scott and Jimmy that he didn’t have those bad audio recordings Martyn had of the creeper hisses but they didn’t believe him. Besides maybe Tango and Etho who said it was possible err well Tango did. Etho silently nodded with a small laugh

“Grian please I PROMISE you it’s a GHOST ENDERMAN!” Joel pleaded for Grian to believe him as Grian just gave him a look of pity like he was a pathetic child.

“Maybe now you have actually lost your mind up here, all alone with the wolves!” Grian said with a small chuckle

“No I KNOW it’s a ghost enderman! And I haven’t lost my mind. Im perfectly sane!” Joel huffed as he crossed his arms. Maybe he was losing his mind. Maybe Grian was right but when is Grian ever right?!? He can’t recall one moment when he was, He can’t be trusted either.

“Well I got to go, maybe you’ll find your little enderman friend somewhere if you aren’t going insane or supposedly don’t have one of those dumb recordings” Grian said with a grin across his face. Joel hated that. “Bye Joel!” Grian waved and ran off to go and find the tall, grey, red named man he had to protect.

Joel sighed and went inside his house and sat with Geraldine, petting her grey and white fur. “You think I’m going insane, Geraldine? I mean I don’t think I am and I’m always right but I guess I’m making sure.” Geraldine just nuzzled against Joel’s hand and let out of a huff, Joel realized he was, in fact, talking to a wolf.

“Oh- uh- gosh oh gosh I think I am going craz-“ the short man sputtered but was cut off by the creepily close sound of an enderman.

“Great. You’re back. Why don’t you just leave me be-….” Joel looked towards where the sound of the sound came from and froze in fear.

A figure, one not of an enderman. Of a player. Was standing against the broken window. A PLAYER was standing against the broken window. Joel’s throat closed up completely, he was choked up. This wasn’t a old player it was a new player a new person but they didn’t seem….human. He was terrified.

“Who are you..no. What are you?” Joel slowly got up frantically looking around to try and spot his communicator.

The figure didn’t move just stared at joel with lifeless light purple eyes.

Joel spotted his communicator and quickly scrambled to get it, he grabbed it and took Geraldine upstairs with him as he panically typed on the communicator.

<Smallishbeans> : GUYS HUYS SHIDUS HUYS UTS PLWASE COME HEDE THIRSNA NEW PLAHER PLEASE

<Smallishbeans>: GUYS HUYS PELADE OLEASE COME WHICK TO JU BASE

<InTheLittleWood>: ?????

<Rendog>: dude chill out theres no mew players its probably just a zombie or something

<Bdouble0100>: me and cleo dont see anything even close to a player near your base only a enderman

<Grian>: i never added a new player joel

Joel hated this. He hated this so much. No one believed him, he was hiding upstairs with Geraldine, reading chat as they just pushed off what he was saying. He thought maybe the figure went away sense Bdubs and Cleo didn’t see anything, until he heard small creaks and light footsteps.

Shit.

[humongousvoidbear]

 this may be a bit shitty BUT ITS @amazedhowell‘s BIRTHDAY AND THIS ONE’S FOR HER COS I LOVE HER. [and she made me write this so if u don’t like this blame it on her… jk jk u know that birda happy bday i hope u get to fly one day. i promise i’ll give you seeds ;)]

The first night Dan didn’t come home, Phil was not worried…they weren’t each other’s parents. The second night Dan didn’t come home Phil was panicking. He wasn’t picking up his phone, not answering his texts. Utter silence. The third night Dan didn’t come home Phil went to the police. But they couldn’t help him cos Dan was an adult. For the first month of no Dan, Phil wanted to die. The second one he stopped eating. The third he broke stuff. The fourth he doesn’t quite remember. The fifth he drank the pain away. But the sixth month, the sixth month Phil stopped caring. He was so so tired of being the one left behind. The pitying looks his friends sent him every time they saw him didn’t help. 

He tried to stop thinking about Dan, for the sake of his own sanity. He had to or else he wouldn’t be able to live. Tried so hard..but failed miserably.. Not one phone call. Not one text. Nada. Nothing. For the two friends had known each other for what..8 years..who’d talked to each other everyday since then..who fucking skyped each other if one of them was gone for even a day cos how can they not talk to each other for a day? It was disorienting to say the least, living without Dan, breathing without Dan, not being able to see him lying face down on the carpet, his terrible jokes, the hours they spent just laughing. It was like a part of Phil’s heart was just gone.

“Hey you’ve reached Dan..I’m surprised you’re calling me cos I literally have no friends..leave a message after the beep.”, Phil’s laughter followed by an endearing “Dan” was clearly audible in the background. He could almost hear Dan’s smile. Phil cut off the voicemail for the hundredth time. He wondered why it wasn’t full yet from all the messages he’d left. He was afraid of sending more..afraid of losing Dan’s voice. He was already feeling exhausted from doing literally nothing. He just shut his eyes went off to sleep.

Every time there was a knock at the door, Phil’s heart jumped. His fingers shook. Every time it wasn’t Dan, he died a bit inside. It was Martyn. “Any word from Dan?”, was always his first question. He hated being this pathetic.

“Phil, you know he died.”, Martyn hated telling Phil this every time. Hated the look on his brother’s face every time he told him. “Cancer, Phil. Why don’t you remember?”

“Stop lying to me. He’s just gone for sometime. He is going to come back, I know it. His voicemail is on. I just heard it.” 

“I have his phone. You couldn’t keep it, but told me to keep charging it.”

“HE’S NOT DEAD MARTYN. DON’T FUCKING LIE ABOUT THIS.”, Phil said almost ripping his own hair out. 

“He is, Phil.”, Martyn sighed. His heart cracked. “We’ve had this conversation before. He died six months ago. You were with him in the hospital. You were right next to him when he took his last breath. Dan is dead, Philly..he’s never coming back.”

That’s when Phil woke up.

(ha i’m sorry for being a piece of shit….actually i’m not. get the cancer reference friday??)