Eyes: A Minecraft Fanfic =D

So I really liked Johns fanfic idea where he posted a cover (or preview photo) of the fanfic. So I decided to come up with a fanfic Idea (with most of the J&H Community in it) and make a cover for it. So here is the cover for it (BTW, Its really fokin creepy..):





Yeah. I told you.


Anyway, so here is the fanfic, I hope you really like, because I kind of the remaining of my soul into the this story (thanks @Shadow_Riolu :P ).
Here it is:

Eyes: A minecraft FanFiction.


Epilouge:

He walked nimbly to his class, as his stubbed toe pulses with pain and agony. He opens the door and nothing is left. He hears a shattering of glass as if it is a mile away. There is footsteps, then silence. Then more footsteps, and another silence. He looks out of the door frame and see's a 12 year old boy walking, then stopping. Walking, then stopping. He see's shattered glass at his feet and a warm breath of burrito (?)
on his forehead. He looks up and staring at him is the boy who shattered the glass, putting his fist straight
'Him'.

Chapter 1:

Riolu looks down at his locker. A clod of sticky, stained chewing gum was burning Riolu's nose.
He looks up at the Jocks. They pretend they are studying a science book, but they are really rubbish at hiding things. They burst out laughing and sprinting away. Riolu looks at the fire extinguisher and glares his eyes at the nuzzle. A spray of carbon dioxide speeds across the group of Jocks. They get pushed so far back that they hit their head on the silver stained lockers and go into a state of decay.
"Ha, thats pretty funny." Someone says behind Riolu. Its Chicken, Riolu's locker buddy and best friend. =D
"What is?" Riolu snickers.
"The fire extinguisher stunt. You know I can tell that you did it." Chicken replies.
"They deserved it. Those weiners oiled my locker hinges with sticky, chewing gum." Riolu says.
"I bet they did, but they also deserve this." Chicken murmurs.
Chicken glares at the sprinklers at the top of the ceiling and out pours an abundance of water fluid straight onto the Jocks' head.
"Ha, thats pretty funny". Riolu replies.
"We should probably head to class, we don't want to be late". Chicken says.

In the english class room:

The jocks come storming in, as wet as an overflowed dam.
"What happened there, boys? Got a bit wet?" Riolu says with a grin.
Chicken snickers. "You can go back to jersey shore now".
The Jocks sarcastically laugh and punch Riolu and Chicken on the soulders.
"Alright class, take you're seats." The english teacher says.
"My name is Mr.Mayer and I am you're new english teacher." Mr.Mayer says.
"I can sense some... Unique, students in this classroom." Mr.Mayer says, looking over at us.
The Jocks stand up and rant.
"Hey, doofus! Don't say that we're unique! We're good at math!" The lead Jock says.
"Yeah, you squashed nut!" Another Jock says.
"Quiet down, you ruffians!" Mr.Mayer yells.
Mr.Mayer glares at them and then they fly up into the air and flail back down.
"Wow!" Says a student. "How'd that happen?"
"I have no clue!" Says another.
"Alright guys, that Jock was just being an idiot." Says Riolu.
"Riolu, what are you DOING?!" Chicken whispers in confusion.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY TO MEH, YA FATTY?" The Jock shouts.
The other Jocks grab him by the shoulders and try not to let Riolu get killed.
"Play along Chicken, Make them mad!" Riolu whispers.
Chicken nods. Mr.Mayer does not even intervene, which is slightly weird.
"Come here, you oaf. Lets get you a bowl of Fruit Loops and a gallon of sugar." Chicken retorts.
You could literally see smoke and fire coming out of the Jocks ears.
The Jock pulls free. He starts sprinting at Chicken.
"Now!" Whispers Chicken.
Riolu glares at the rope that holds a model of a heavy wooden plane.
The rope suddenly rips and the heavy plane 'crash lands' onto the chunky head of the Jock.
Riolu and Chicken fist bump under the desks.
"WHAT IS ALL THIS RUFFFFFIIIINASSSS?!!!!!!!" Yells a voice from behind.
"That is not a word, Principal Wattson." Mr.Mayer corrects.
"I DONT CARE!!! INTO MY OFFICE NOW BOYS!!! YOU FOKERS!" Wattson exclaims.
"That isn't a word either, Mr.Wattson."

The end of chapter 2! Leave you're suggestions down below and hopefully some people might volunteer to be in the next part. Fare well!
(Plz suggest nao, I am bored out of my mind! *Mind blows up*)

~Chicken :)

 

Good Work :D

 

Thanks :D

 

First thing I was featured in. Nice, using my soulkeeper title and using it in a story. 100/10.

 

I thought the soulkeeper needed some love
<3
(no homo)

 

Haha, good one. Soulkeeper needs love. (On the contrary, I don't believe in love or like grabbing attention. XD) But still, thanks nonetheless.