Club Penguin is being shut down at the end of March so guess who made an account and spent a lot of time playing CP today

Guess which one is me

Btw I read this over late at night with glasses off so you know what that means.

MiTsAkEs

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~ Lily ~

I spent the next few hours flipping through pages and reading book titles and summaries.  It was exciting at first, then it got boring after a while. I learned a lot about Minecraft. I knew the basic information already, but I learned about traditions, tricks, and even slang.

I also discovered a lot of information about the spawns. The past really wasn't as big or important as I thought it would be. Turns out, spawns were made to just balance out the population. The books were old fashioned, so the words were a bit confusing. One was about the legends of the ancient Minecraft times. I learned that over four hundred years ago, there was a great Civil War. It thinned out the population immensely. People prayed to the gods for a solution, and spawns were born. They were treated as heroes, warriors, leaders. A few thought they were gods themselves. A lot of the political leaders after that were spawns. Eventually sightings started to gradually fade away when overpopulation became a problem. People began to wonder if spawns were blessings, or curses that were brought down to cause scientific problems and overpopulation. Some began hate groups. Soon, there were only a few spawns left, and their fame died out.

I closed the book, and exhaled. Although there was a lot of information that helped me, there was nothing that gave me anything about my current situation. Was I just the last raindrop that ended the storm? Am I the final spawn? Why was I put here?

As I was pondering, Harold walked into the library. He grunted. "Find what you were looking for?"

"Some stuff. I didn't get all my questions answered, but the information did help me get a better grasp on the situation."

"I see you went quickly through those books." He gestured to the large pile on the table.

I shrugged. "I like to read."

"That's good. Books are always my favorite escape from reality."

I didn't really know how to respond to that, so I just stared at the pile.

"I'm sorry." He shook his head. "Anyway, you are probably hungry. I have some bread in the kitchen."

That was the nicest thing I've heard him say. I was actually starving, so I smiled and nodded. "That would be great."

He grumbled something, but I didn't hear it. He was probably making fun of my intelligence or something. "Follow."

"Shouldn't I put the books away first?" I gestured to the mountain.

I saw the faintest trace of a smile. "Clever girl. Learning fast. Let's see if you also remember where the kitchen is." He walked away.

I frowned. The only pathway out of the library was to the kitchen. He must've just been trying to mess with my head.

• • •

I got lost.

I didn't know how I did. I took the exact path he did. It should've led to the kitchen without any difficulties. However, I popped into an empty circular room. There was literally nothing in it except a ladder going up on one of the oak wood walls.

Going over to it, I looked up and saw sunlight going through the trapdoor. It went to the roof. The kitchen was definitely not on the roof.

I looked around and saw another pathway. Having no other choice, I walked through it. After a little bit, it led me to the main room where I first came up into the treehouse. I huffed in annoyance and followed the route I took this morning.

Finally, I made it into the kitchen. Harold was sitting by the table staring out the window.

"It's about time." He said to me.

"You tricked me." I sat down.

He laughed. "I have secret tunnels everywhere. I can break and or place two blocks and it changes the circuit. Ingenious work, if I do say so myself. Bread's in the chest."

"I guess." I got up and went over to the double chest. When I opened it, I saw plenty of other food. Meats, sweets, farm food. I wanted to take something else, like a good steak. But I wasn't sure how Harold would react. I chose the bread, closed the chest, and sat down.

Before I started eating, I realized Harold was staring at me curiously again. I coughed.

"You really are a decent person." He leaned back.

"Sorry?"

"You saw all of that in there, yet you chose what I told you to choose. You are obedient. You follow the rules. You're also not a quitter."

"Thanks...?" I frowned.

I think we need to talk about your arrangements."

"How so?" I asked, finally taking a bite.

"Well." Harold sighed and looked around. "It doesn't seem like you'd have anywhere else to go. And I may need some assistance with my projects occasionally..."

"Are you asking me to stay with you?" I raised my eyebrows.

"That's ridiculous! I had only just met you a few hours ago. In fact, I should kick you out for messing with my tree's roots."

"You're offering." I smiled.

"Listen." He got serious. "It wouldn't be easy. You'd need to get up early every day. Learn to be skilled with redstone. It won't be fun a lot of the time."

"Thank you. That's very nice of you." I added that last part just to make him angry.

Which it did. He narrowed his eyes. "I'm not trying to be nice. I'm trying to be a decent human being. I can leave you out there all alone."

"No thanks, I'm good." I raised my hands in surrender.

"Good." He exhaled. "Now, finish your meal. I have a redstone contraption I need you to help me with."

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Lmao people that have seen The Force Awakens will notice that last part seems awfully familiar to a conversation between Han and Rey.

Was that a spoiler? Possibly. Oh well.

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~ Amber ~

"Okay, so if you could be any hostile mob, what would you be?"

"Enderman." Sky replied. "A lot of health, strong, and the mutant mob is insane."

"Do you actually believe in the mutant mobs?" I snorted.

"Legends have to come from somewhere, don't they?"

"From the hopeful minds of creative people. I suppose you also believe in the Far Lands."

"Why shouldn't I?"

I laughed, moving to the left to avoid a tree. "There's no proof that they're real."

"There's no proof that they aren't real."

"Do you believe in the supernatural too?"

He looked at me. "You don't?"

I shrugged. "Not sure. I haven't got a reason to believe in ghosts yet."

"No floating objects or ectoplasm?"

"Nothing."

"Dang." He shook his head. "We're gonna need to summon some ghosts."

"One adventure at a time, Sky."

"Speaking of adventure... when are we going to get to Marstamian?"

"We should get there the day after tomorrow."

"That's so long." He sighed. "What biomes are we supposed to cross?"

"Well." I tried to remember. "After a while, we should get to a forest biome. It'll transform into taiga, and it would only be a few hours until we get to the city."

"Good."

"Wait." I stopped him. "What's that?"

I pointed to the distance. There was an oak wood house appearing.

"You think someone's there?" He asked.

"Dunno. Should we check it out?"

"I guess it wouldn't hurt."

"Unless the person is a cannibal or something."

"Then we'll be prepared." He took out his sword.

I pulled out the axe, and we headed toward the house.

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It was a noob house.

As we got closer, I saw that it had no decorations whatsoever. The house was a single story square four blocks tall and about twenty blocks wide. It had oak wood corners and the rest was regular oak. The ceiling was flat. There were no windows, and a single off-centered wooden door.

"Someone doesn't have any building knowledge." I looked at the building.

"What are you, an expert?"

"It's basic stuff." I shrugged. "I knock or you knock?"

"Here." He held a block of cobblestone in his right hand, and a block of wood in the left. "Choose the wood, and you decide." He put them behind his back. After a few seconds, he said, "Okay. Which hand?"

I didn't even think about it. "Left."

He showed his hands. The wood was in the left hand. "How'd you know?"

I laughed. "I have no idea. Lucky guess."

He grumbled. "I guess you want me to knock?"

"Ladies first." I gestured forward.

He blinked, then sighed. "Fine."

Sky walked up to the door. He looked back at me, then turned to the door and knocked.

No answer.

He knocked again. After a little bit, he gave a final, loud knock.

"I don't think anyone's home." He called to me.

I walked up to the door. "Do you think we should go in?"

"Do I have to be first with that as well?"

I smiled. He sighed again. Sky pulled out his sword again, and opened the door. He walked through.

And screamed.

"What?!" I rushed forward. "What is it?!"

Sky popped his head out with a grin. "Gotcha."

I growled. "That was very rude."

"So was you calling me a lady." He glanced back into the house. "It looks clear."

I walked inside behind him. It was a large single room. It was well lit with torches despite the lack of windows. There was a single bed in the corner, a group of chests on the right wall, and a table in the nearest left corner. That was it. The floor was oak wood just like the roof.

"That's it, eh?" I asked, looking around.

"Nothing is dusty." He ran his hand along the chests. "Do you think someone lives here still?"

"What's in them?" I jutted my chin toward the chests.

He opened one. Then, another. "Nothing."

I helped him open the rest. None of the chests had anything in them. Except one.

"What's this?" I pulled out a book and quill. The book was leather, with a bunch of pages. No name. I opened it up to find pages filled with notes and entries. I flipped back to the first page. "Woah. Check this out."

Sky read over my shoulder. "'I did not have the required materials to make this book in the first few weeks of spawning in. Therefore, my notes may not have as much information as they should. I will do my best to recall everything.' This person was a spawn?"

"I guess so." I frowned. I flipped to the next page. "'Day One: I woke up in a desert. From what I have gathered in the past couple days, that is highly unusual for a spawn. They should enter the world of Minecraft in plains or forests, not the hot and dangerous desert. I had to develop survival instincts immediately in order to live. For most of my first day, I travelled in a single direction. I used the sun to my advantage to know which direction I was heading in. It really is strange, isn't it? The mind of a spawn is very precise. It has the natural Minecraft basics plugged in, and some common knowledge, yet nothing advanced. And to have every spawn know the exact same information, we really are just a long line of programmed robots'." I stopped because there was a lot more information that I didn't feel like reading out loud. Plus, I was worried there was something in there that might get Sky upset about being a spawn. I skimmed the neat handwriting. "This person stumbled upon a friendly desert village right before night. The people gave them a temporarily house to stay in for the night, and some supplies to help them on their way."

"This guy wrote a lot." Sky said. "What does the last page say?"

I moved to the back of the book and started flipping backwards. About two thirds of the way through, I found text. "'I arrived at my old house. It is quite simple, but it is a place to rest my head and process what happened in the last few days. I also realized what must be done. I cannot write anymore. They have been on my trail for a long time; I fear they will discover my findings in this book. They will never find my house, so I am leaving my book here.'"

"That's not creepy at all." Sky said.

"Get this part. 'If you are reading this, I pray you are a good human being. This book is all my findings on the world of Minecraft, and of the people living in it. Secrets are kept within, secrets I hope you will not abuse. I have made many mistakes that are recorded in here, and I also hope you will learn from them. My final words will be this: Do not get in too deep. That was my fatal mistake. Now I fear I cannot go back.'"

Sky blinked. "Is that it?"

I nodded. "It just kinda ended like that. The handwriting is also scribbled a little, like they were in a rush."

"Well from what he— they said, they were being followed, so I don't blame them for not wanting to dot their 'i's."

"Do you think this person is a good guy?" I asked, going back to the beginning.

"I don't know. But I'm guessing you are going to find out?"

I shrugged, and walked over to the wall and sat down. "I guess we need a break."

"Oh thank the gods." He exhaled.

I raised an eyebrow. "You can go and sleep if you want to. We got a few hours we can spare."

"Are you sure?" Sky asked.

I rolled my eyes. "I can handle keeping watch. Now go. You need your beauty sleep."

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:0 booooooook

Has Lily found out everything about spawns? Or is there something else that is being hidden from her? Is Harold finally warming up to her? And she to him?
And who is this strange author? Oh crap I just realized that this sounds like Gravity Falls. Eh. That was a good plot line in my
defense.

Rock on, my little rebels.