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Running Towards The North - Chapter One: Game Start - 2K Words

(hey remember that poll i did? 26 days ago? yeah here's the result <3)

Last Life, but what if the Southlands fell differently? What if two of them ran away together, and a third longed to join, but could never bring himself too?

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(obligatory mutual tag. hello apollo. i have written your boys. @apollothetransboy)

Martyn’s seen a lot of world’s in his time. Well he thinks he has anyways, he can’t quite remember anything before this. He’s pretty sure he came from somewhere else though, and that people aren’t born by just…randomly spawning in the woods. But that’s a thought for later.

He'd spawned in with around sixteen other people it seemed, all of them gathered around an enchanting table. Martyn didn’t need to learn what the strange object was called, it was something he just knew automatically. Which was another point to his theory about having been from somewhere else. Standing in that circle, Martyn found his gaze drawn to one person in particular. A brunette man with sunglasses and dog ears, and after a few glances he even noticed a tail as well. Martyn didn’t know why he was so focused on this guy, but that was another thought for future him to deal with. There were plenty of other people to look at as well, like a guy with an “i” on his shirt and what seemed to be a zombie lady.

There was a rather short man that seemed to know what was happening, another person that Martyn’s eye ended up falling to naturally. He was an avian, with parrot wings and dirty blonde hair. His name was Grian, and the rules he explained were… interesting , to say the least. The gist of it, from what Martyn understood, is that they were all going to receive a certain amount of lives, which they could lose and trade away. Oh, and there would be something called a boogeyman. Whatever the bloody hell that meant.

Martyn starts with four lives, so he figures this whole thing won’t be that bad. For now at least, considering this a death game. Something Grian had (suspiciously) almost forgotten to mention. There’s one winner at the end of all this, and Martyn’s determined to maybe be that one person.

But for now they all just split off, everyone is going their own way into the forest. Martyn does the same, because he needs to get resources, and has nothing better to do than. Oh and food, he definitely needs that. But he’s not very keen on killing every sheep and cow in the area, and decides trying to find some seeds would be better. He just…has a feeling everyone’s going to kill all the animals, and then they'll be struggling for food. Martyn doesn’t know why he has this feeling, but it’s one of the many weird ones he’ll have throughout the day.

The little world they have is mostly forest, accompanied by a small field in the south and a few rivers running through. Martyn finds they are trapped in a box, in a way. There is more forest beyond every corner, but no one can walk past a certain point. None of them feel like they are allowed to go further, and none of them question it.

The people he met were far more interesting than the world, Martyn found. Though he ran into a lot of people, enough that he started to struggle with names, a few stood out in particular. There was a zombie called Cleo, who was friendly, but also a little intimidating if he had to be honest. A masked man called Etho was sneaking around as well, not speaking much. Martyn didn’t know why he had a mask on, but liked it, for it made the guy look kinda cool.

By far the friendliest guy Martyn ran into was a man called Skizz, and his friend that was hanging around. Said friend went by the name of Tango, and he instantly clocked the other man was from the nether. Martyn didn’t even question why he knew that, or what the bloody hell the nether was, it was one of the many things he just knew for some reason. After about two hours in this world he’d decided to just accept the weird information his brain fed him, as it ended up being more helpful than not. Also the fact that he couldn't do anything about that as well.

During his exploration, he found himself drawn naturally to one man that seemed rather ditzy. The man in question was tall, yellow canary avian, with fair skin and blonde hair, but not quite as saturated as Martyn’s own was. He went by Jimmy, and seemed to form a natural rapport with a few of the others already. The ditziness made him fairly easy to tease, which Jimmy seemed entirely unbothered by. Martyn likes this guy already, and is delighted when they run into each other later.

There’s this instinctual pull he has to some people, Martyn finds, and he can’t figure out exactly why that is. Martyn assumes it’s related to his and everyone else's weird memory gaps. But all he knows is that he wants to talk to these people, make friends with them even. He feels this pull towards Jimmy in particular. It’s a very strong one, one that feels incredibly right , so it's no surprise that they end up sticking together for a little while.

They run into Grian as well, who’s boasting about getting a life on day one. He’d started on two, and somehow managed to wrangle a life from another man named Scar. The avian won’t tell how he got it, but that is the least of Martyn’s concerns. Though he figures it was probably a bit underhanded, not that he disapproves. It is sunset when he and Jimmy run into the shorter man, and they need to get cover before the mobs start showing up.

Grian says he won’t be staying with the duo, and that he’s going to do some enchanting. Jimmy calls goodbye after him, and he and Martyn continue on with their night; making a temporary shelter from the mobs and preparing to sleep in shifts. Just in case a bloodthirsty yellow or boogey man happens upon them in the night.

Not even twenty minutes later there is a buzz in his pocket. Martyn pulls out his communicator, another item he just happened to know the name of, and sees a message indicating that Grian has died. The short, mossy man called Bdubs had gotten him, and the avian was now the first victim of the Boogeyman.

The avian should’ve just stayed with them it seemed, and then he wouldn’t be back down to two lives again. Jimmy, who’d wanted to team up with Grian initially, says maybe it’s a bad idea to do that. He had stolen his third life from Scar, who was probably more than a little cross right now. Martyn nodded in agreement, then took the first lookout shift; all so a very sleepy avian beside him could get some rest.

The next morning, after a meager breakfast of what steak Jimmy had managed to collect, they set off again, for a proper base this time that is, and maybe another friend or two gathered along the way.

They run into a tall, mustached man first that day. His name is Mumbo, and he’s set up some makeshift base of cobble, and plans to start a mine. The three of them chat for a little, and Martyn finds he quite likes this guy, even if they do have the briefest of interactions. Him and Jimmy say goodbye after a bit, and head on their merry way. They don’t really know where they’re going, just that Jimmy wants to find a good cave.

And find a good cave they do, and in that cave they find an Impulse down in the cave, who was currently clearing out a spawner. Impulse mentions he saw a geode down a different tunnel in the cave, and Jimmy’s eyes light up at that.

“C’mon Martyn!” The taller is calling to him a few minutes later, having practically sprinted down the tunnel Impulse had pointed towards.

“Stop going so fast!” He called lightheartedly, legs starting to burn a bit as he tried to keep pace with his ally. Well, he supposed they were allies for now, since they hadn’t felt a need to break off from each other yet. Jimmy just laughed, and kept moving on without him.

They reach the geode, both of them laughing as Martyn practically shoves him into the already open geode. Impulse had found the thing, but hadn’t taken barely anything from it. “Help me harvest these!” Jimmy orders, nodding towards some of the crystals.

“Bossy today, aren’t we?” Martyn teases, and then promptly does as he’s told.

“Why’re you so excited over this anyways?” He asks after a moment, arms starting to get full of crystals.

“For this!” He turns, to find that not only has Jimmy placed a bloody crafting table down, he’s also holding two spyglasses in his hands.

“A spyglass?” Martyn asks, placing all of the crystals he’d gathered onto the crafting table.

“I heard about the recipe and needed to make one, okay?” Jimmy says, handing one of the spy glasses to him. Martyn takes it, tries it out, and decides it’s not too bad of a first gift. After that they pick up the remaining materials they’d gathered, along with the crafting table, and head back to the surface; their one real mission accomplished.

A few hours later, they run into Grian, who now has Mumbo in tow. The two of them are trying to start up a base in the south of the forest, wanting to clear some of it out to make more room. After quick deliberation, that it isn’t really a deliberation at all, Martyn and Jimmy decide to join in on that. Impulse gets on board too, and soon the alliance is set in stone.

The five of them are the Southlanders, a good name, if a rather easy one to brainstorm. And on his first day with the Southlanders, Martyn finds out a good few things about the strange pulls he feels towards some people.

Grian and Jimmy, along with a woman called Pearl and another man called BigB from the start, felt familiar to him. In a good kind of way, mind you. Impulse and Mumbo didn’t feel familiar at all, but they seemed to have that feeling with Grian, and most of the other people. Minus a few of them, like Martyn himself, and the guy with dyed hair called Scott. Having spent some time around a few people now helped with figuring that out, and it’s another one of those weird memory things he decides to ponder on later, once the five of them are all set up.

After the alliance is properly made, and the lot of them start to clear out the trees like Grian and Mumbo had wanted. They have to clear out, and it’s the most taxing thing he’s done so far, but it should be worth it in the end. It’s made a million times more enjoyable when martyn brings back a little joke from earlier. It was some stupid thing that he and Jimmy had done, a few minutes after they’d first gained the spy glasses. All it was was pointing the spyglass at each other's faces and saying “aha!” when they looked through it. It’s a stupid bit really, once that has no right to be as funny as it does.

Especially when they take it further, and start making puns out of it. Like gir-aha-ffe , sto-aha-p , or even more stupid things like a stahar. They also had their fun british game Mumbo had started, but that one involved lava, which was not a good thing to place in a forest. Not one they want to live in anyways.

Anyways, the aha jokes go a little overboard. So much so that they have to stop, for they’re not getting any sort of progress done. All five of them are standing around laughing instead, trying not to say anything else remotely funny. And Martyn does stop the, for a bit anyway. And by a bit he means about twenty minutes.

Eventually, he goes to ask if anyone has food, and another “aha!” slips out of Martyn as if it was an instinct, and the five of them burst right back into laughter.

“I can’t cope with this!” Grian yells through the beginnings of tears, beginning to double over from how hard he’s laughing. The air around him is ripe with laughter, Martyn himself about to cry over his own stupid puns. Mumbo yells at his name, while Jimmy and Impulse just laugh with the rest of them.

It’s that moment he knows he likes these guys, that this is an alliance he can see himself staying with. For now anyways, as long as he can.

The next day, after a good night’s rest, one spent all huddled together in a small makeshift shelter (in a comfy pile more comfortable than it looked,) they start to build cobblestone towers, The five towers of the Southlands. Expect Mumbo, who makes a bloody bunker for some reason. Apparently, he did not get the memo, and has also given Martyn an easy way to tase him.

Martyn makes their first nether portal later that day (another thing he just knows how to do, and what it’s called off the top of his head,) mostly to just see what people’s reactions would be. To his disappointment, there is literally no reaction to it. He grumbles something to himself, and knows the other four will thank him later when they need supplies from that hell place.

He comes back from that hell dimension and finds Mumbo making some sort of weird code machine. The man’s good with redstone, apparently, and so is Impulse, Mumbo tells him when Martyn asks about it. The machine the suited man is making is redstone powered, and it;s supposed to send morse code through smoke signals.

Mumbo says it’s a little hard to make, and not going well at the moment, and that he would like to get Impulse’s input as well. Martyn is just amazed, and stands there as Mumbo rattles on, really just admiring him. It’s cool as hell to him, that someone is smart enough to do something that brilliant. He sits there for what feels like hours, as the afternoon passes by, listening to his friend ramble and ramble about all his machinery. Martyn is amazed by every second of it.

As sunset draws closer, Jimmy and Impulse set up a campfire in the middle of their little work in progress base. This is where they end up relaxing for the day, the five of them sitting around the fire’s warmth as the night grows cold. There are more laughs and ahas! exchanged, so much so they make a jar for it. More than aha! a day, and you have to donate something into a jar. There is already a donation in it by the night’s end, Mumbo’s spyglass to be exact, and Jimmy says he will happily make another one for their suited friend.

Martyn goes to bed that night in his tower, maybe a little cold and alone yes, but feeling much better about this whole thing then he had when they all started that morning.

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