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Wow, Jeez. It’s been a while… I definitely abandoned this account…

But I’m back!! And will hopefully continue my story here.

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Hi, I’m alive!

Question!

I made this blog for MCSM aus and such. So how’d you feel about me writing some fanfic stuff here? Some may be picked up and some not, but I just want to write my little ideas here.

I’ll give you a little example to see if you guys would vibe with my writing style.

Jesse scratched at the soft dirt above him as it sank beneath his fingernails, a feeling that wasn't so foreign yet felt so alien to Jesse.

After just a few more moments of digging, a hole of light shines down upon him, a signal that the deadly night before has passed and a new day has begun.

The smell of burning, rotting flesh never felt more pleasant than now as Jesse lifted himself from his temporary makeshift "shelter".

 

A small squeal and whine erupt from the hole.

 

"Don't worry, Reuben," Jesse chuckled to himself, bending down and reaching into the hole. "I wasn't going to leave you." His hands wrapped around a plump and a small being, a pig.

 

It was lifted from the hole and dusted off before being set down beside Jesse.

 

"Yeesh, I'm really starting to miss the fences we had back home. Nearly dying before reaching Endercon would've... uhf... would've really sucked."

 

Jesse looked to his pig for confirmation, receiving a small nod from Reuben.

Reuben, an orphan pig Jesse happened to come by on one of his many rebellious journeys to adventure beyond the gates of his home town, was his best friend...

Only friend.

Though, it never really bothered Jesse. Animals were all he ever really talked to back home, having taken care of them all the time. His peers and neighbors back home always admonished his adventurous and, frankly, sassy and sarcastic personality.

 

Endercon wouldn't wait for the pair as they chatted, so Jesse immediately began his walk towards the convention.

The main attraction to this con was its small and townly atmosphere and a new contest that Jesse was hoping to take part in.

That's right! It's Endercon's very own building competition! It's a relatively new contest that's been gaining traction and putting small indie builders on the map. Jesse doesn't really hold much hope for winning the competition. In truth, he's just trying to find human connections through Endercon. Ones that won't melt his brain or limit him as a person. Just one would be a success.

 

As Jesse pushed his way through more bushes and trees, he finally found the entrance to Endercon. The streets were buzzing with people, all making small talk or merrily laughing at another's crude joke. The atmosphere here was so different from home that it nearly gave Jesse whiplash.

 

"Wow.." Jesse couldn't help but breathe out in awe.

His eyes scanned the area, soon falling onto the sign-up booth for the building competition.

 

As he tried to make his way over, a rushing figure in black bumped into him, toppling them both over.

 

"Ack--! Hey! Watch where you're walking, Loser!"

 

Jesse looked up to see a rather livid person glaring down at him.

 

"Ah, sorry!" Jesse stumbles out an apology. He stands and dusts himself off as he faces the angry person.

 

His eyes were immediately drawn to the leather jacket the boy was wearing.

Having noticed, the boy scoffed and smirked.

 

"Like the jacket? It's a staple of the Ocelots." He brags, gauging Jesse for a reaction.

 

Jesse just stares at him in confusion.

 

"You know, three years undefeated in Endercon's building competition?" The guy was sounding more irate as he went on. "The promising up coming new starts?"

 

Jesse shook his head.

 

"Never heard of ya."

 

"What?! Do you live in a cave?!"

 

"Lived on a farm, actually."

 

The boy didn't know if Jesse was being smart or was just so oblivious that everything he said just came out as infuriating.

 

Fed up, he pushed Jesse aside and made his way towards the booth, where three others wearing the same jacket stood. They each did a fist bump and chant as the worker at the booth jotted something down. Jesse couldn't exactly hear from where he stood, but what the booth worker said must have been enough to make them disperse. As they were far enough out of sight, Jesse approached the booth himself.

 

"Hello." He awkwardly waved.

The worker raised an eyebrow, clearly not one for small talk.

 

"Name?"

 

"Jesse.."

 

"And... your teammates' names?"

 

Teammates? Jesse assumed that any team of any size could join the building competition.

 

The worker sighed in annoyance. "You need a team of three to join this year's Endercon competition. Due to the losing rates of teams of two and lower, we decided to raise the team number requirements.." He droned on.

"Oh.."

 

Dejected Jesse Speed walks away from the booth, with Reuben trotting along behind him.

That’s all for now. Can’t post the whole thing now, can we?