A Destructive Reality
By: Enderdashx5x

1: New School, New life, Old Memories

Tommy Feynman had messed up big time. Well, he hadn’t known it yet, but soon he will. Soon he will figure out that he had cured his world-and life-with a terrible darkness. What did he do to shower his world in a terrible evil? Unplug one of his father’s inventions while it was cooling off. Yes, all he did was pull a plug for this madness to happen. And how much will he regret it when he takes his first steps into his new middle school.

Taking a deep breath in, Tommy glanced over to his friend Shawn who was scrolling through Snapchat. The ginger was Tommy’s only friend in the physical world. As for in Minecraft, that was a whole different story. In Minecraft, you see, Tom had so many friends. He was famous in that blocky, pixelated world. Though he wished to live in the game with his friends who actually understood him, he knew he had to always come back to his world, the real world. He didn’t like the physical world a lot, but he appreciated his friend Shawn and what the world had to offer.

Soon the bus came and Shawn shoved his phone into his pocket.
“You sure you don’t want to come back to Western?” the ginger asked and he stepped into the bus. “It’s still nice there, everyone misses you.”

Tommy laughed and waved Shawn goodbye as the bus drove off. He knew that the last thing Shawn said was a lie, no one liked him. That’s why he transferred, to get a new start. Those were always good, right? Everyone’s nice to new kids plus he heard the kids at DeanYard were better than those at Western.

Not that long after Shawn’s bus left did Tommy’s bus arrive. The yellow door opened and greeted Tom to a middle aged woman.

“Hey, your new, right?” she asked and the younger boy stepped onto the bus.

“Uh, yeah,” Tommy replied and looked into the lady’s deep blue eyes. “I’m new,”

“Well that’s great,” the woman said and pulled the lever to close the door. “Now pick wherever you wanna sit, it truly doesn’t matter. You can switch seats whenever you want to.”

Tom grinned at the lady and looked down the bus aisle. The other kids were staring at him which made him nervous. He slowly walked down to the last two seats. Putting his bag down, he sat next to another boy who looked about two or three years older than him.
Tommy didn’t say anything until they had to get off. He learned he was the last stop so he didn’t have a lot of time until he got to DeanYard.

The kids quickly stood up and dashed toward the front to get off as soon as possible. Tommy had started to stand before he got shoved back down as the older kid walked past him.

“Hey-” Tom started to say. The kid l turned around revealing his bright purple eyes.

“Oh, sorry.” the kid said with little emotion. He turned back around and walked to the front of the bus.

Without wasting any more time than he already had, Tommy grabbed his bag and ran toward the front of the bus and walked down the steps. As he walked toward the gym for assembly, he thought about that older kid. His voice and eyes were like a complete replica of on of his old enemy…but he was also a friend.

Shaking off the stupid thought he walked through the glass doors into a gym filled with other young teens. He slowly made his way to his teacher and home room. Avoiding the teacher, he sat on the bleachers with the other boys in his grade. Of corse, he knew no one so he just sat there for a while before another teen came up to him.

“You new here?”

Without looking up at the other teen, Tommy’s eyes widened. He recognized that voice, it was very familiar, just like the voice and eyes from the other teen on the bus. It couldn’t belong to anyone else, that voice was special, very special.

“Crafter?!” Tom exclaimed and shot his head up. It looked like his pixelated friend, but the hair, for one, was more straight. But his eyes here an exact replica of his friend’s, he knew it.

The boy looked at him and laughed. “I’m sure you got my name mixed up,” he chuckled. “My name is Cameron. Cameron Craftin.”

“Cameron?” the brunette asked and looked back down at his feet. Something was wrong, this was him, it was. But how was he here? How didn’t he know himself? Did this prove that the kid on the bus was really Feyd?

How did this happen? Something was definitely wrong. How were they in the physical world? Why didn’t they know who they really were? Was there anymore who were pulled out of the game?

“And your name?” Cameron asked and scratched his head.

Tommy sighed and replied, “Tommy Feynman. Nice to meet you Cra-…I mean, Cameron.”

The blonde smiled and sat down next to Tom. “Want me to help you get around this school, I mean, it’s complicated, trust me.” Cam said.

“Uhhh, sure.”

Cameron smiled brightly and turned to the front of the gym where the principle walked up to a microphone. He said for all the teens to get back to their home rooms and ready for morning announcements.

Tommy didn’t pay attention to his new principle, he was only focusing on what could happen to his friends. Were their memories whipped? Where their more villains brought back to life? Did the monsters remember?

He didn’t have much time to think before they had to get to class. Grabbing his bag, Tom walked down from the bleachers to where the other kids in his class were heading. He knew that he had a long day in front of him. A long yet horrifying day.

Feyd-now known as Finn Ensmans- opened up his locker and shoved his useless reading books that he finished into it. Ever since he was forced to live this life with his old memories, he had been trying to find a new hobby. Since there were no magic or “powers” in this useless world, he found that books thawed down his greed to use his teleportation powers again.

He didn’t want to be here, but it was his Maker and the Maker’s new friend’s idea. This new friend was called Entity303.(in this world known as Evan Joytin) Feyd didn’t trust him. He didn’t even want to be evil. Only Xa-Tul-Terence Zipper-knew that he had betrayed his Maker.

Feyd had been planning on telling Sally, who was really Shaivalak. He trusted her, it was like he actually got the time in Minecraft to know her and grow a bond with her. But he wanted to tell Oxus at the same time, since he also betrayed the Maker. It didn’t make sense why Herobrine would bring him back, but he did, and now he won’t pay attention or talk to any other previous monster from Minecraft.

“Yo Finn!”

Feyd turned around and saw Chara, the previous Blaze king. He looked like a kid, and oddly acted like one too. Finn didn’t know what Hero was thinking when he remade Charybdis.

“Yeah Char?” the tall pale boy responded. He grabbed his bag and walked toward the shorter boy.

“So, I heard you saw him,” Chara said and jumped up and down. “Was it really him?!”

Finn rolled his eyes and opened the door to their classroom. “Gameknight? Yeah, it was him. So what?” the tall boy said and sat down in his desk.

Chara gave him a childly confused look and sat down in his seat which was luckily spaced away from Feyd’s desk.

Finn look up at the chalk board and sighed. Somehow he knew he was going to be pulled into some evil, messed up plan to avenge their deaths. He didn’t want to, but he knew they’d make him do it.

Looking at the clock, he looked how at the ground.

Please Gameknight, please end this madness for one final time.

2: Adapting to the Changes

Walking into the gym, Cameron showed Tommy where the showers and bathrooms were. As Cam was walking to the bleachers, Tommy turned to the middle of the gym. There was a match of Dodgeball that was about to start. He was running late for class but got sidetracked by Cameron.

Running to the bleachers, he threw his bag on the floor and took off his dark blue hoodie. He threw it on top of his bag and ran one side of the court. Cam said it didn’t matter which side you chose when your late so he picked the side with taller people.

He was short compared to the others and should’ve picked the other side.

He opened his mouth to say something but the coach blew his whistle. Everyone ran to the balls in the middle of the court while Tom as frozen with shock. Not knowing what to do, he backed away from the other teens. But before he knew it, a ball smacked him right in the face.

“VILLANCE!” The coach screamed to the other team.

Tommy stood up and rubbed his cheek. It didn’t hurt that much, it just caught him by surprise. Cameron ran to the brunette’s side.

“You okay?” the blonde asked. Tom could tell he was worried so he just smiled and told him that he was fine.

Looking behind him, Cam looked at the paused game. He looked back at Tom and shrugged before going back to the other side where he game from.

Tom sighed as the shorter boy left. It was like every word he said was just another lie. It made his stomach hurt just thinking about it.

“Hey, sorry about hitting you in the faaaaace….brown-haired guy…name’s Hu-”

Tommy ran this time. He ran through the crowds of kids to the bathrooms. He threw himself into a stall and quickly locked it.

Leaning against the door, he slid down till he was siting down. He put his face into his hands and sobbed. Anyone but her. It could’ve been anyone. Herobrine would’ve been better, but it was her. He couldn’t even think of what she thought of him now. He was only focusing on what he was going to do.

He didn’t want her to get hurt. More or less, he didn’t want to talk to her.

“H…Hun…ter…” Tommy tried to get out. He was choking on his words. He was trying not to scream, all he could do was say what wa son his mind. “Crafter, Digger, Herder, Stitcher, everyone…what has happened?”

The bathroom door opened and footsteps filled the room. Rubbing his eyes and nose, Tom stood up and opened the stall.

Owen Tent fixed is glasses and shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. He started at the girl two tables away from him and swallowed. The girl’s name was Samantha Spio. She was talking to her younger sister Sally and her other friends. Owen knew all of those kids, he just never wanted to talk to them. He hated all of them. He didn’t trust them, especially the older kid with pitch black hair, Brine Herio, his creator.

Brine had just come out of the bathrooms and sat down, brushing his oddly perfect hair out of his eye. Brine had name his human body perfect: he was in good shape, his skin was smooth and a dark brown, his hair was soft and perfectly cut, and his eyes were a perfect striking ice blue. Even his outfit was perfect, an exact replica of what he wore in the Great Zombie Invasion, a dark blue smock coming down and cutting off at his knees where black pants covered his legs. It fit him perfectly, and everyone said he was so great and had a good personality.

Well, Owen, who’s real name was Oxus, believed none of that.

In Minecraft Brine-or really Herobrine- had tried to use all of Oxus’ creepers for no use just to cause violence. Oxus didn’t want that one single bit to he ran off with his creepers and eventually made a creeper hive.

The chair next to him moved as a kid with straight black hair sat down next to Owen. Owen look to his left and growled, “Feyd, don’t you belong with those other monsters?”

Feyd-now Finn Ensmans- rolled his eyes and sighed, “You don’t know what I did, right?”

Owen eyes widened as he sat up a little straighter. “What do you mean?”

“I mean I risked my life-eventually dying-to destroy Xa-Tul and save Gameknight999 and Minecraft.”

Owen smiled, “Really?!”

Finn gave him a toothy grin and nodded. “It’s a long story.”

Owen was bewildered. Never before has he ever thought that another king had betrayed the Maker. Looked back at the other table, he said, “Does Brine know?”

Finn shook his head. “But I’m sure Xa-Tul…I mean, Terrence will eventually tell him. But I guess now is when all of us need to get along more than ever.”

“Why?”

Sighing, Finn said, “Because I told them I rode the same bus as Gameknight999-which is true.”

Owen groaned and put his head down. “You gotta be kidding me.”

“Please forgive me, I’m sorry!” Hunter Villance pleaded to Tommy.

“I said you we’re forgiven, geez Hunter, calm down.” Tom replied as he threw the crust from his sandwich in the trash. It turned out Hunter was in all his classes after P.E. so she’d been following him around apologizing for hitting him in the face. Of corse Tommy had forgiven her, but she didn’t take the forgiveness seriously.

“Heh, ops,” she chuckled and shrugged her shoulders. “I guess I didn’t hear it the first few times.”

“First few times?!” Tom laughed. “I forgave you-like-a hundred times! So forgive to your sister or something.”

Hunter’s face went from a happy face to a very serious face. “How do you know I have a sister?”

Tommy but his lip and shrugged. “Cameron…told me…”

“Cameron? Cameron Craftin? That kid who made a complete idiot out of me?”

Tom’s eyes widened. “Wait, I thought-”

“Well you thought wrong,” Hunter snapped and trend away. The two were silent for a while. It was an awkward silence between the two. Tommy was going to leave before the girl finally spoke.

“Sorry,” she admitted and brushed her hand through her short curly hair. “I shouldn’t have vented on you like that. It’s just I’ve kept the hate in for a long, long time…”

“When did it happen?” Tom asked.

Hunter groaned and tapped her chin. “Last year. Purposely spilled his cup of punch on my dress in the Back to School dance. It was ruined and his friends followed him. I walked in with a white gown, walked out with a pink-maroon soaking wet dress.”

Tom bit his lip. “Have you talked to him about it?”

The girl shook her head. “Why would I?”

“It could’ve been an accident,” Tommy said. He needed the two to become friends again. He wanted everything to be like it was before, only in the physical world this time.

“Yeah…it could’ve,” Hunter echoed and leaned against the brick wall, straight out at the pale blue sky.

(Author’s Note)

No one else decided to do it so I did it myself!

So yeah, hello and welcome to A Destructive Reality! My name’s Ender and I hope you like the first two chapters of my book, I’m sure that more will come!

Is you have any questions, feel free to ask and I’ll get to you as soon as possible,

~BYE!