Aiden's POV
(Y/N) looks like an angel when she sleeps. Oh, who am I kidding? I think (Y/N) always looks like an angel.

When Ivor's too busy grumbling to himself and Faith's occupied by talking to Reginald, I make sure no one is looking and place a small kiss on (Y/N)'s forehead, instantly blushing afterwards. {This is your birthday present this year, Lainey. You're welcome.}

"Oh, wow, what is this?" Reginald asks, approaching our cell with a block of sand afterdigging through a chest of our stuff.

"That's . . . mine?" Faith says in a questioning tone.

"It looks like dirt . . . ," Reginald says. "But, not."

"It's sand," she says.

"You've never seen sand before?" I ask.

"'Sand'. Wow. What's it do?" he asks.

"Are you kidding me? We are not going to explain sand to the guy locking us behind bars!" Ivor says. "I refuse!"

"Well, whatever it does, it's going in the chest with everything else," Reginald says.

"Nothing sadder than an unimportant man on the world's tiniest power trip," Ivor scoffs.

"Hey, I don't have to take this—I'm in charge here!" Reginald counters. "You're criminals. We all know that you're terrible people!"

"We're not—!" I shout, thereafter lowering my tone, careful not to wake (Y/N). "We're not criminals."

"You burn down trees for fun; you steal all the world's treasure for yourself; you tame wild animals so they'll attack innocent people—," he lists.

"Do we look like terrible people?" I ask, mostly referring to (Y/N).

"Well . . . no . . . ," he says. "I suppose you don't seem that way now that I meet you. . . ." He looks off into the distance and I have hope that he's going to let us free—until he says, "I'm sorry, but this is the way it has to be. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go help the Untamed Wolves beef up security."

He walks away, my hope fading. "Can't believe I'm listening to that little—" He clears his throat. "Stay here and don't cause any trouble. I'm sure you'll be very comfortable."

"Reginald, we aren't lying," Faith says.

"Really? Kind of seems like a 'your-word-versus-theirs' situation," he says.

"Tell me this—what in the palace have they seemed the most interested in?" I ask.

"They were very interested in finding out about guard schedules and the layout of the palace . . . ," he says, soon after realizing what he said. "Aw, geez. . . ." {Two words: Face. Palm.} "Okay, let's say you make a good point. And I'm not saying you do! But hypothetically. . . . Why would I, the Captain of the Guard, let you, criminals, out of that cell?" {I find Reginald to be such a laughable character for some reason.}

"Because you know it's the right thing to do," I say.

"You do make a compelling argument . . . ," he says. He looks off again and hums in contemplation. He walks to the lever controlling the door. "Okay. Let's say I'm heading to the pantry to get you prisoners some bread. And, maybe, I accidentally forget to lock the door?" He smiles evilly then throws the switch. His duplicity pleases me. "Please, just get out of here. Get to the throne room and stop the Untamed Wolves."

I don't want to wake (Y/N), so I carefully carry her out bridal-style. She nestles into my shoulder.

"Cutie," I whisper.

"Ha! Nice work," Ivor says, walking out of the jail cell. "Now, on to the Eversource!"

"I mean, I understand wanting to stop Axel and Olivia," Faith says, getting our stuff back from the chest, "but can you really still want to steal the Eversource?"

"I don't know," I say. "Maybe we shouldn't take it. These people seem to really depend on it."

"What! So, you'd rather just hand it over to Axel and Olivia!" Ivor says.

"Maybe there's some way we can let the Founder know?" I suggest.

"Yes, yes, an excellent plan," he says.

"Come on, the throne room was this way," Faith says, leading us out the door.

*~*~*~*

We sneak through the throne room doors.

"We should be quiet," Ivor states. "We don't want to get caught."

Thanks, Captain Obvious.

(Y/N) stirs in my arms and her eyes flutter open. I set her down. "Hey—," I cut myself off before I say "cutie". "You're awake."

"Where are we?" she asks with a yawn.

"Back in the throne room," I answer. "We convinced Reginald to let us go."

She hesitates before shouting, "Look out behind you!"

Before I can check out what she's talking about, someone conks me on my head.

"Hey!" (Y/N) exclaims, ready to strike my attacker, until someone else cuts in. {I can just tell in Jesse's reaction in the game that she's like, "DON'T YOU DARE HURT MY BOYFRIEND!"}

"Milo! Easy! That's (Y/N) and Aiden!" Lukas says.

"I can't believe we found you!" Jesse says.

"I can't believe you punched me," I say as I stand up, shooting a glare at Milo.

"Where were you?" (Y/N) asks them.

"Well, we were planning to break you out of jail, but I . . . I guess you got that covered," Lukas says.

"Hello, again, (Y/N)," Milo says. "I guess fate was destined to cross our paths again."

"Yeah," she says. "Just, next time, make sure you look at someone's face before you blindly punch them."

"Ditto," I say.

"I am terribly sorry about that, friend," he apologizes.

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Ivor asks. "I don't see any inns that need keeping." {TBH, Ivor lines are my favorite.}

Milo clears his throat. "In actuality, I am the leader of a group that wants the same thing you do."

"It's a rebellion," Jesse says.

"It is a long story," he says, leading (Y/N) away. I tag along. "In short, my people want to free the Eversource from the Founder's clutches so that everyone may use it. If Olivia and Axel steal the Eversource, we'll just be trading one tyrant for another and I won't allow that."

"Yeah, we've got to stop them," I say.

"If we work together, we can find it first!" he says.

"Glad to have you on our team, Milo," (Y/N) says.

"Very pleased to be involved," he says. "The Founder's secret entrance is supposed to be somewhere in this throne room. . . ."

I look around and notice the minecarts from earlier. "There was a door here before. With a minecart."

"Yeah . . . what happened to it?" (Y/N) asks.

"Maybe we need to try something to activate the redstone circuit again," I say. "We have to be able to use something around here."

"Like a lever!" Ivor says from afar, clearly eavesdropping on our conversation. "If you can find one of those, we'll have that secret door open in a snap!"

"So, what do we do, Captain Aiden?" (Y/N) asks.

"'Captain Aiden'?" I echo.

"Yeah, I'm putting you in charge because I'm still tired," she says.

I chuckle. She's so cute.

"I don't know; find some cobblestone and sticks?" I recommend.

"Good idea! Let's go do that!"

I snicker again and start looking around for said items. One helpful thing I find is a weird contraption—a one-by-four block hole in the ground. The first space is filled with lava, the last two, water, and in between is a cobblestone block.

"A cobblestone generator! Amazing!" Ivor exclaims, running up to me while I examine it. "Lava and water placed exactly far enough so that when they collide . . . it creates cobblestone! Genius!"

I roll my eyes and take the cobblestone. Another block appears shortly thereafter.

"That is ingenious!" Ivor continues fanboying.

"Hey, Captain Aiden! I found a dead bush!" (Y/N) calls over to me.

"Good work, First Mate (Y/N)!" I say, playing along with her game.

"'First mate'? That's, like, the highest mate!" she says. {Reference, anyone?}

I laugh once again and grab some sticks off the bush. "We got everything we need to make a lever now."

"Make that lever!" (Y/N) exclaims.

Does she even comprehend how adorable she is?

I craft the lever then run back over to and place it in the correct spot. I flip it and the secret passageway opens, spitting out the minecarts.

"This is it!" Ivor says.

"Let's go get that Eversource thingy!" (Y/N) says.

We jump in the minecarts and roll ahead. (Y/N) shrieks every time we hit a sharp corner or drop and, lastly, when we hit the barrier. We hop out of the minecarts and find ourselves in a place filled with chests.

"Whoa. Chests much?" (Y/N) says.

"Yeah, and they're all labeled . . . ," I say. It's really weird. . . . Ocelots, zombies, sheep, pigman, ghast, creeper. . . .

"Curious . . . ," Milo says.

"But what does it mean?" Ivor asks exasperatedly.

(Y/N) opens a chest labeled "Sheep" and pulls out an egg. Except, it's light pink with darker pink spots.

"Eggs? But it says "sheep", not "eggs"," Lukas states. {Y'all, this is giving me such Something Rotten! nostalgia.}

"Maybe . . . throw it? See what it does?" Jesse suggests.

(Y/N) pitches it towards the wall. It breaks and spawns a sheep. {I love how Telltale incorporates regular Minecraft stuff into MCSM.}

"It's a sheep," I say.

"No, that's definitely not a sheep. It's obviously a cow," (Y/N) says.

"Are you being sarcastic?" I ask.

She smiles an adorably mischievous smile.

"Is . . . is that a monster?" Milo asks. "That is not so bad. It is fluffy."

"I like fluffy things," (Y/N) says, making me snort.

"So, the eggs all have . . . creatures inside them?" Faith asks.

"And they're all different colors," Lukas says. "They must be, y'know, color-coded to what's inside them."

"So, the Eversource makes eggs?" I ask.

(Y/N) gasps. "It's an animal-chicken-thingy!"

"Stay on your toes! We're close!" Ivor says. "Ah! I can't wait!" He runs away to look around more . . . I think.

I roll my eyes. "Let's look around more, see if we can find anything else." We follow after Ivor.

"What's that?" (Y/N) asks, pointing to a small hill of dirt.

"Dirt?" I ask.

"No, what's that behind the dirt?" She creeps closer to it. A small white creature runs into view; (Y/N) jumps back with a screech. The creatures trips, doing somersaults and falling flat on its face. {I've found my new spirit animal.}

"Oh my gosh, it actually is an animal-chicken-thingy," (Y/N) says in awe.

"The Eversource is a chicken?" Jesse asks blankly.

"Yes! The spawn eggs! It's so simple!" Ivor says.

"Wait. Wait, wait, wait. That's the Eversource?" Lukas asks, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"So, the chicken lays the eggs; the eggs make monsters; the monsters made this place . . . ," Faith says.

"Well, throw it in the minecart and let's get out of here!" Ivor says abruptly, frightening the chicken—er, Eversource. "We're still taking it, right?"

"The chicken that the entire city depends on? Are you sure that's a good idea?" Lukas asks.

"What are you talking about?" Milo asks. "We need to bring it to the people! With it, we'll finally be free of the Founder!"

"But that clucking thing is what we came for!" Ivor says. {Language, Ivor.}

"No, I think Lukas is right," I say. "We can't just steal—uh, kidnap—"

"Chicken-nap," (Y/N) cuts in with a smile. {I don't want to rip you off, Petra, but that's just such a me-thing to say.}

"That. It's the only way these people survive," I say.

"I second that," she says.

"What! I thought that was the whole point of this adventure!" Ivor says.

"You can't always—," she starts, before being cut off by us being rudely intruded by unwanted visitors.

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Eheh eheh eheh cliffhanger.
Anyways, happy more-than-a-week-late birthday, cowbell_072605 ! I wuv youuu :3
Well, it seems like all the spots for YouTubers have been taken! That actually surprises me. . . . I thought it would've taken more than just a chapter. . . . Anyways, if you wanted to be in it, but didn't get the chance to speak out, I can probably arrange for you to be TorqueDawg. Like I said in the previous chapter, you wouldn't be there for long, but I want you to be included if you want to :)
I just had one question for everybody replacing a YouTuber. Y'all gave me the names you wanted to use, but I wanted to know—would it be cool if I used your WattPad usernames as your "YouTuber name"? I.e., LDShadowLady=Lizzie, like, say, BeezieHornet888=Beezie. Would that be okay with y'all? Or, if you want, you can request your own name :) Or just have your name and "YouTuber name" be the same. It's up to you! It's you, after all, and I want to make y'all happy :)
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