"Adam... Adam wake up!"

Adam groaned as he felt someone shaking his shoulder. "Five more minutes..." he mumbled, turning over.

"Move over Ty," said another voice. "I got an idea." That's when Adam felt something crash onto his head, and with a yelp, Adam snapped up, rubbing his head.

"CRAP!" he yelled angrily. "Jason! Why did you hit me over the head with your... helmet...?" His voice trailed off as he began to register the two figures in front of him. One was wearing a plain white t-shirt that had black lining the collar and sleeves, gray jeans, a pair of black headphones around his neck, glowing purple bracelets, black and purple high-tops, and sleek, brown, shoulder-length hair. Adam recognized him as his friend Ty almost immediately.

The other was wearing a blue spacesuit which had a large black chest piece, black boots, and light brown hair that was just above his shoulders, and he was holding a blue space helmet (with bright orange glass) in his gloved hands. Adam already knew it was Jason because he only knew two people who were obnoxious enough to wake him up like that, Jason, and his friend Mitch.

Adam raised an eyebrow. "Umm... why are you guys dressed up like your Minecraft characters?" he asked, a confused expression on his face.

Ty scoffed and gestured to Adam. "We have no idea, we just woke up like this. Not like it's only us anyways."

Adam looked at him confusedly, before a look of realization came over him. He stood up and looked himself over. He looked like his Minecraft character as well. He was wearing a long sleeved dark gray shirt, which was half covered by a piece of black armor covering the front of Adam's torso and his shoulders. He had his signature budder and amethyst amulet, and was wearing gray jeans with brown padding on the knees, and black boots. He also noticed a pair of black sunglasses on the ground where had been laying just a moment before, which he bent over and grabbed with his black gloves.

While Ty was laughing at Adam's shocked reaction, Jason was rubbing his chin. "I wonder how your hair managed to grow as well..." he said.

"WHAT?!?!?" Adam yelled, reaching to see whether or not Jason was being serious or not, and indeed he was. Adam's short, curly brown hair had managed to grow much longer, and it was pulled back into a ponytail by a yellow band. "What is going on?!?!?"

"I dunno..." Jason replied, Ty still dying of laughter in the background. "I have no idea where we even are anyway..."

Adam then realized as well that they weren't in their living room, where the three had fallen asleep watching a 'Walking Dead' marathon. They were in a small closed room, which was lined with green walls and floor, with what appeared to be darker green cord lining the walls middle. There was a door, which looked like it need a button to open.

"Where are we, and how did we get here...?"

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Ian awoke to the sound of waves. He opened his eyes with a groan and stretched, observing his surroundings, before yelping in surprise. He seemed to be inside of a cage, which was made up of what appeared to be wood, large rocks serving as a roof. But he wasn't nearly as surprised about that as what laid outside of the cage. He appeared to be in the middle of a camp of some sort, and littering the ground that he could see outside, were mobs.

There were an array of mobs laying on the ground, Creepers, zombies, skeletons, and spiders even. They mostly appeared to be sleeping, but there were a few awake here and there. What feared Ian was how realistic they looked. The spiders were big and furry, with menacing fangs, zombies looked lifelike, with rotting skin and bones, as did the skeletons. The creepers were the only ones who appeared to be cartoonish, resembling closely the ones Ian was used to in Minecraft. He also noticed sand and cliffs around the camp, the sound of waves still emanating. Are we on a beach perhaps? He thought.

In a state of confusion and fear, he noticed that there were two more cages next to him, one to his left, and one to his right. Since there were bars surrounding the full extent of the cage, he was able to scoot to the left side of his cage and get a look at the figure in the left cage. The sleeping creature inside had slimy sky blue skin, and was wearing a tuxedo, and in Ian's opinion, it looked like a humanoid fish. It had a sky blue fin on top of its head, with two smaller orange fins on its cheeks, and white going from a little above his mouth to his chest. Is that Quentin?!!?!? Ian thought frantically to himself. How the hell did he become a Mudkip?!?!?

Ian let out a deep breath to calm himself, and scooted to the right side of his cage, to see who was to the right of him. The person was wearing a red and gray flannel jacket with rolled up sleeves, with a white shirt underneath, jeans, and black and white sneakers. He was wearing a pair of square black glasses, his messy brown hair all in his frightened face.

It took Ian a second to recognize who it was before whispering to him. "Psst! Tyler! Brotato!"

Tyler snapped up with a yelp, obviously not expecting someone else to be awake. "Ian!" he said back, before getting a loud 'shh!' from Ian. "You're awake!"

"Apparently so." Ian replied grimly. "Do you have any idea where we are?"

Tyler shook his head. "No idea," he replied, "But who's in the other cage? I can't see him."

"I think it's Quentin actually, but he is a freakin' ANTHRO MUDKIP!"

"What?!?!?" Tyler yelled, ignoring the fact that they might wake up the sleeping mobs.

"Can you quiet down please?" Ian said, biting his lip.

Tyler laughed sheepishly before resuming the conversation. "So the three of us look like our Minecraft characters then?"

It took Ian a moment to register what Tyler had said before whispering back. "What the heck do you mean?!?!?"

"Well, Quentin is a Mudkip, like his Minecraft character, and you and I are dressed up like our own characters. I don't even think I actually own a flannel like this anyways..." He said, picking at the sleeves of his jacket.

Ian looked himself over as well, and sure enough, the same had happened to him. He was wearing an open black jacket over a navy shirt, with black jeans, and black high-tops. The only difference from him and his character was that he had his blackish-brown hair drawn back into a ponytail, and his signature sunglasses were nowhere to be seen.

Tyler looked back at the mobs, the sunlight beginning to peek through the surface of the cliff-sides. "All I know is that something is going on, and we need to get out of here, now!"

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Mitch shot up out of his slumber as he heard a loud hissing sound echo throughout the room. He looked around, panic settling in. He in a small room, sort of like a jail cell, with only a single bed, and the walls and floor appearing to be made of stone bricks. Mitch looked for the source of the hissing noise, and what he saw made his heart stop. By the door of his cell, he could see a Creeper gazing at him through iron bars, outside of the room, the hall dimly lit up by redstone torches. Mitch backed up until he hit the back wall, trying to get distance between him and the monster. This is impossible! He thought, Creepers don't even exist!

He and the Creeper kept staring at each other until Mitch decided that it probably wasn't going to do anything. He huffed and sat on the bed, twiddling with his thumbs, trying to think of a way out of this mess that he had no idea how he got into. That's when he noticed that he wasn't in the clothes he was in the night before. He remembered he had been wearing shorts and a white v-neck before, and now he had a completely different outfit. He was now wearing a long-sleeved gray shirt underneath an open red and black checkered hoodie, with jeans, and red sneakers. Why do I look like my Minecraft character? He thought.

That's when he remembered what had happened before he had woken up here, the memories all flooding back...

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"I'm coming back with diamonds, cover me!" Mat yelled as his avatar ran back across the sandstone bridge that Jerome had just built, a tag over the character's head saying 'N00ch' in a bright orange.

"I gotcha'!" Mitch yelled, making his own avatar snipe a pink-named player off the bridge who had chased Mat across the bridge. He was playing a game of 'Money Wars' with his two friends Mat and Jerome, them all being placed on team Orange with another random player. The game was going well, with two of the ten teams eliminated, and half of the remaining teams having their eggs destroyed, but not Orange team, who were still going strong.

Jerome's character was standing by the gold generator, and in fact, he had been AFK for about a minute, and Jerome had gone silent that whole time. "Jerome, can you upgrade that for us?" Mat asked, running back to spawn, receiving no response from the AFK player. "Jerome? Buddy?" Still no response.

Mitch bit his lip, before carefully positioning his character by the obsidian covered dragon egg, getting up from his chair, saying one last thing into the microphone. "Hey Mat, I'm gonna go check on Jerome, just watch my character." Mitch, who had already taken off his headphones, didn't hear Mat's response.

Mitch walked up to Jerome's room and opened it, not bothering to knock. He found his best friend asleep on his keyboard, his breaths uneven. Mitch walked over and shook his friend's shoulder. Jerome didn't budge, and Mitch began to become worried, and shook him harder, still getting no response from him, he quickly yanked the gaming headset from his head and put them on, getting closer to the microphone on Jerome's desk. "Mat, Jerome's knocked out, and I can't wake him up. This is starting to freak me out!"

"What? Have you tried... slapping...him?" Mat said, his voice trailing off, his speech slow and slurred. That's when Mitch heard a loud thud on Mat's end of the call.

"Mat? MAT!?!?" Mitch yelled, Mat's end of the call remaining silent. That's when Mitch felt a sudden wave of drowsiness wash over him, and he held his head. He sat down on the floor, leaning on the wall, trying to stay awake, but he could just feel the sense of sleepiness becoming stronger, urging him to sleep. He found his eyes drooping as he lost the struggle against the drowsiness. He closed his eyes and let his mind drift off into the abyss of sleep.

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Mitch frowned, standing up. But if I woke up after knocking out... Jerome and Mat!!! He thought, feeling anger bubbling up inside of him, he ran forward and grabbed the Creeper by the head form between the iron bars, pulling the surprised mob to his face. "Tell me right now! Where are Mat and Jerome?!?!?" he shouted, the Creeper quivering from under him.

That's when he heard a hissing sound from the Creeper, whose eyes had begun to flash white, making Mitch gulp, before quickly backing up and ducking behind the bed. A loud boom echoed in the cell, and Mitch glanced back over the bed to see the Creeper had exploded, leaving a gaping hole in the cell, leaving ample space for Mitch to escape, and left gunpowder on the floor where the Creeper had been a moment again. Mitch reacted instantly, jumping up and running out and down the hallway, the redstone torches now flashing a bright red, bathing the facility in a crimson red, before flickering off and leaving the room in darkness, before flickering on again. I have to find Jerome and Mat first, he thought, dashing past doors, after reading the signs on them, none of them relating to a 'prison' or any sort. Then, we're gonna need a way out of here!

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*thunk*

*thunk*

*thunk*

Preston tossed over, annoyed by the bouncing of whatever he was sleeping on. Groaning, he sat up, ready to yell at whoever was messing with him, but instead letting out a surprised yelp. He was in a sort of cage, which was made completely made of wood and really cramped, and the source of the bouncing was because it was being carried on poles by four zombies, which made Preston shiver by how realistic and gory they were.

They were travelling in a sort of caravan, with a cage being carried up ahead, and behind him, also by zombies, with slimes and skeletons escorting them through the jungle they were in, the loud croaks of frogs echoing in the trees. Preston narrowed his eyes, trying to make out who was in each cage up ahead of him.

The person seemed to be knocked out, and was leaning against one of the cage walls, the zombie on that side looking like it wanted to eat him. The boy had messy, dark brown hair, and tan skin. He was wearing a blue t-shirt with the pattern of a red and blue diamond on it, with jeans and blue sneakers. Preston recognized him almost instantly, and wondering why he looked like his Minecraft skin, and called to him. "Vikk! Vikk, wake up!" Although the zombies growled at Preston, he continued to call for Vikk, Preston feeling like his speech sounded a bit slurred, but he remained asleep. Preston sighed and turned to the cage behind him.

The cage behind him, unlike his and the other cage, was being carried by eight zombies, which was double the other cages. The sleeping person inside was wearing a closed blue hoodie that looked a bit too big for him, with a loose long-sleeved white shirt underneath (Preston could tell it was long-sleeved because it was poking out of the sleeves of the hoodie), with black jeans, and blue sneakers. Underneath his messy brown hair, a serious looking scratch was visible right above his left eye, and the blood was still dripping over one of the eyes, which meant the wound was still fresh. Preston's eyes widened and he jumped forward in his cage (falling to his knees after hitting his head on the roof because he forgot how small the cage was), yelling for the person in the cage, ignoring how the cage almost toppled over, earning angry growls from the zombies as they realigned the cage. "Rob! ROB!!!"

Rob moaned as his head rose, his eyes cracking open, his left eye snapping shut when he realized the blood that had dripped into it. So he looked over his surroundings with only one eye, confused. "Rob! Over here!" Preston yelled again, once again noticing the slur in his voice.

Rob's finally noticed Preston in his cage, and once his eye widened as he laid his sight on Preston, making Rob scoot back a bit. "P-Preston? Is that y-you?"

Preston scoffed a bit, crossing his arms. "Really Rob? How do you not recognize your best friend for crying out loud?!?"

Rob stammered a bit, but managed to force the words out. "D-Dude, don't panic, but look at your hands...!"

Preston, while very confused at his friend's weird actions, looked down at his hands, before letting out a loud scream. "WHAT THE FUDGE??!?!?" he yelled, doing a double take. When he looked down at his hands, he had expecting nothing out of the ordinary, but when he looked down, his hands were made out of lava. Preston looked himself over, a look of panic on his face. He was wearing a black tuxedo, which was partially open in the middle, and Preston could see that lava was dripping onto the white shirt underneath, and he rose his hand up to his head. He could feel that he still had hair, but Preston guessed it was made out of lava as well, because Preston could feel the lava on his hand mix with the lava that made up his hair, and he quickly pulled his hand away. The same happened when he felt his cheek, so he concluded that his whole body was made up of lava. He yelled again, and felt some of the lava drip into his mouth (surprisingly not leaving any burns), which would explain his slur from earlier, and making Preston gag.

Preston took deep breaths, trying to calm himself, to no avail. "Hey, Preston..." Rob said from his cage, trying to comfort his friend. "It doesn't burn does it?" Preston shook his head. "Good, than that means that you won't be in any pain from the lava right?"

Preston smiled a bit, appreciating the comfort from his friend, before Rob winced, his hand reaching up to his forehead, where the scratch was. "What happened anyways with that?!?!?" Preston said, worried.

"I tried to break out." Rob said simply, pointing to the guards. "I'm going to assume that's why I have so many guards.

Preston scowled, and mumbled one last thing under his breath. "I'll get us out. Don't you worry."

NEXT CHAPTER: CASINO HIGHWAY (TEAM BERSERK)