This is a weird pov for me to do but I can fit the most hilarious things in it so here we go.

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~ 3rd Person PoV ~

4 years ago...

Twelve year old Ash was a bright and cheerful young lad. He was adventurous and hilarious, unlike his creator. However, he lived alone with his parents in the middle of the woods, so his social life was not the best. There was a town nearby, but everyone there were stupid hillbillies that bred like rabbits and had the brains of rocks.

The smiley kid stared up at his house. It was a nice two story house made of dark oak wood and oak wood, with a balcony over the front door. There were plenty of windows for which his mother planted poppies under.

A little fun fact for the kids, poppies contain small quantities of drugs such as morphine and codeine! However,  drugs are completely irrelevant to this story because we are not talking about that time in Ash's life.

Back into the story, Ash heaved the iron pickaxe onto his shoulder. His grip almost slipped for his hoodie sleeves were too long and covered his hands. However, the pick stayed.

"Come on mom!" The boy called back to the house. He didn't bother to go inside because he knew his parents were coming out soon. He just liked to tease them. "Hurry up!"

"It's not me this time." His mother, Ruby, came out onto the porch with her hands up. "It's your father."

Steve, the father, walked out after her carrying pickaxes, shovels, and stacks of blocks in a pile. "Well I'm sorry!"

Ash smiled at his parents. He loved them both dearly since he had no friends to share the love. His mother was a redhead, but he had her bright brown eyes. He got his brown hair from his father, who instead had darker brown eyes. They both dressed casually in jeans and t shirts. Since neither had a job, they dressed like that often. I would love to say they were lazy bums, but they took turns on mining trips and sold their valuables in the town. No, that is not a job. They do it on their own time at their own pace. They have no benefactor or boss.

"It's my son's first mining trip. We got to be prepared!" His father exclaimed.

"Our son." Ruby corrected. "And I know that. But do we really need that many picks?"

"You can never be too careful." Steve pocketed the tools, and other equipment.

And everyone knew he was being serious. Ash's parents never let him go on their mining trips. He was all they had, and they didn't want to risk him getting hurt. But for the past few weeks, ever since he turned twelve, he had begged them to take him on one. Finally, they were all going on one all together.

"Come on dad," Ash grinned, "what could go wro—"

"NO!" Both of his parents screamed. It made Ash jump, so he dropped the pickaxe he was holding.

"Rule number thirteen of the mines." Steve said.

"Never say that phrase." Ruby finished. "I swear it brings bad luck."

"There are thirteen rules?" Ash asked.

"Actually there are thirty-five, but we'll get into all of them later." Steve held up his diamond pickaxe. "Who's ready to go mining?!"

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It was quite a fun mining trip. At first.

The cave entrance they chose was one they usually went to. It opened into a large, almost circular cave that branched into many tunnels. Those tunnels branched into even more tunnels that reached all the way to bedrock. Steve and Ruby stumbled upon many ravines and lava caves (their nickname for those caves that have lava floors), and were hoping to find something good for their son.

They did pick up a lot of materials on the way. Iron and coal were plentiful, and they mined gold and redstone as well. They did see an emerald, but it was next to two creepers, so they didn't get it. There were no diamonds yet.

Ash was having a great time. Being the optimistic and charming boy his creator is not, he made the trip lively and fun. He was always excited about every new ore he found, even coal. But that is because his spirit was not crushed so don't worry, he will not be happy for long.

"Thank you for letting me come." He said to his parents as they trudged on downward.

"Well we had to." His mother laughed. "You would keep on begging us."

"Heads up everyone." Steve stopped Ash from almost falling off the edge (why he stopped him, I don't know).

They just stumbled across a huge ravine. The bottom had patches of lava, but it was mostly stone. Waterfalls fell to the ground. Ores such as iron, coal, and gold were spread throughout the ravine. They were near the top.

"Score!" Ash's dad exclaimed. He pointed down the ravine. Near the bottom was a pocket of shiny blue diamonds— at least three.

"They're all the way down there." Ruby peered down. "We should build across to the other side then go down."

"I'll do it." Steve pulled out a stack of cobblestone, and started building outward.

"Do not try this." Ruby reminded her son. "Your father is just an idiot."

"I am a professional is what she meant to say." He called out.

"He's an idiot." She whispered. Ash laughed.

"Woah! A slime!" Ash ran to the right of the skinny platform they were on. He stared at a large slime jumping along the bottom of the ravine.

He turned around as his mom laughed, and his eyes widened. He saw a creeper walking over to his mom from where they came. And apparently, so did his dad.

"Ruby!" He yelled as he ran over to protect his wife. Ash's mom's eyes widened at the mob.

As soon as Steve made it to Ruby, the creeper exploded. The blast made Ash fly backwards into the stone wall behind him. He felt an instant snap of pain, and then he blacked out.

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The time that had passed is unknown, but Ash felt like it was only minutes. He woke up with a bitter taste in his mouth, and the back of his head hurt. He rubbed it, but luckily felt no blood.

The young boy got up and looked around. He recalled his parents and him were on a mining trip. But then what happened? Where were his parents? They were nowhere to be seen.

Then, the stupid young boy finally noticed the big crater in the floor. His heart dropped. Ash ran over to the crater, investigating the scene. He remembered what happened. A creeper blew up.

"Mom?" His voice was a hoarse whisper. "Dad?"

Ash's eyes trailed off the crater and to the half-exploded bridge. He went over to the edge and looked down, hoping to see his parents safe somehow. However, what he saw was a few items floating on the ground next to a lava  pool under him. And right by the pool was a pickaxe stuck in the ground. His mom's pickaxe.

His stomach did a flip. No. No. He refused the truth.

"Mom?!" Ash cried. "Dad?!"

He waited in the dark for an answer. Instead of his parents talking to him, he heard a groan.

Ash turned and saw two zombies slowly making their way toward him from the entrance to the platform.

Ash didn't know what to do. Whether he should fight or run. His parents could possibly be gone.

They couldn't have died. It was so quick. So sudden. Two beautiful and innocent lives couldn't have been snuffed out just like that.

Ash got mad at the mobs as if it were their fault. He took out the iron sword that his parents gave him, and charged the undead mobs.

He sidestepped one zombie and sliced it's arm off. He stabbed it in the chest, and the zombie disintegrated. The other one tried to sneak up on him, but he tossed the sword and it impaled the zombie's stomach. The mob didn't die yet (well I mean zombies are already dead, so we are just kind of killing them a second time), so Ash punched it in the face, and kicked it back. Finally the zombie disintegrated as well.

Ash took a few seconds to catch his breath. He didn't realize it at the time, but tears were streaming down his face.

An arrow whizzed by. Two skeletons and a creeper were heading toward him.

Ash wanted to kill that creeper. He wanted to kill all creepers for taking away the only people he loved. He wanted to do something. However, he didn't want to get killed by one. Or the skeletons for that matter.

Instead, Ash turned toward the ravine. He ran to the edge and looked down. To the left was a waterfall.

Before the mobs could finish him off, he jumped down into the water. The cold water made him sink slowly down to the bottom. Luckily, he didn't see any mobs. However it was still dark, so mobs could spawn in and attack the poor boy any second.

When he touched the floor, he stared at the lava pool that was to the right of him. The items floating on the ground. The pickaxe in the stone. The sight made him want to puke, but he was paralyzed.

Finally, Ash looked away. Yet he still stood there. The only sound was the water running against his shoes, and the occasional lava spurts. His clothes were soaked, but he didn't care.

His family was gone. The people that raised him, that were always there for him, were gone. They were such amazing people. They didn't deserve to die.

Ash tried to choke back a sob, but it didn't work. The tears kept coming.

He had no clue what to do. He was a lost little kid alone in a ravine. He didn't have the mining knowledge that his parents did. He knew not to dig straight up, or straight down, but that was about it.

"What now..." Ash looked up.

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Three years later...

Oh, I like this Ash better. More quiet, less enthusiastic about everything, and he was a criminal. Yes, perfect.

The fifteen year old turned the corner and ran into a small crowd of people. Instead of asking nicely or even telling them to move, he plowed right through them. The people shouted in protest, but they stopped as they saw two police officers running after him.

"Thief!" One called. "Off with his head!"

Okay so maybe it wasn't that, but it was pretty close.

Ash smiled to himself as he sprinted down the street. The police always chased him. But they never caught him. To them, he simply vanished.

He used a block as a stepstool to jump over a little kid. The mom grabbed her child and held him close. She screamed some not very nice words to Ash about where he should shove that block.

A few years ago, when Ash was first living alone in the cities, the sight of a family caring for each other might've messed with him a little bit. But in the present he was barely fazed.

He turned the corner again, and was about to make it past the first building. However, a strong grip grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the alley.

Ash was just about to fight the mysterious man that pinned him against the wall, but he felt something cold and metallic against his forehead. It was something that he had only seen few times before. A gun.

The two of them kept quiet as the idiotic police officers ran past. Then, the figure moved his hand that held the gun away, and Ash got a good look at him. He was a middle aged man, maybe about thirty. He was bald, but had a light brown/dirty blond beard. A weird marking was on his forehead, and Ash couldn't tell what it said. He wore a camel brown coat with black boots. In a way, I guess you can say he was bald, old, and possibly a pedophile.

"I didn't need help." Ash shoved his hand away from his arm.

"You're welcome." The mysterious man grumbled. "You always get yourself into trouble."

"I always escape it, too. Have you been following me?"

He looked out into the streets. "My name is Yuri. And I believe we have just enough time."

"For...?" Ash's hand was itching to get out his iron sword. This guy was creepy.

"What did you steal this time?" Again, Yuri avoided his question.

Ash replied with a question, "Shouldn't you know?" The guy seemed like a know-it-all.

He sighed. "No."

Ash pulled out a few steaks. "Just these."

"You couldn't have grabbed any more?"

"The cops are getting smarter. I couldn't."

"Very well." Yuri put away his pistol, making himself vulnerable. "Ash, where did you come from?"

"How do you know my name?" He narrowed his eyes.

"I know a lot." Yep. "Okay, let me try this from a new angle. I am the leader of a group called the Rebels."

"The Rebels." Ash recalled hearing about a small resistance called that. They really weren't anything big, but people were still nervous.

"Yes. Please keep up. Anyways, I am always on the lookout for new recruits, and you might just be a good one."

"Are you kidding me?" Ash chuckled. "Why?"

"I notice that you use the old mines under the city to get around. That's smart."

Ash was getting a bad feeling about Yuri. He knew a lot.

"And that you don't seem to have a family with you. Or really anyone."

"My family is gone."

Yuri's pained (dumb) expression seemed genuine. "My apologies for bringing it up. A lot of the younger people in the Rebels are orphans as well. Or they ran away from abusive parents. Either way, we are a very messed up family down there."

"Again, why me?"

"You are a smart kid. And you seem to be struggling for food and shelter."

"I sleep in the caves." Ash countered.

"A bed would be much better."

Ash had to admit that it would be better.

"Also," Yuri pulled out his pistol again. Ash tensed up, afraid he would threaten him. However, the man just simply waved it. "you can get a great weapon made by me."

Ash considered the offer. He could stay the way he was, a thief on the street with no one to call a friend or family. Or he could join the Rebels, and have a home, and friends. Maybe even family. Plus he could get a cool weapon.

Ash jutted his hand out toward the pedop— I mean, strong leader (not).

Yuri smiled, and shook it. "Welcome to the Rebels, my comrade."

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Happy belated birthday, Radishologist ! Now you see why I couldn't post this yesterday on your birthday. I wanted to make it a double update. And you and Yuri thought I wasn't going to update at all smh.

Well since I didn't ask a question last chapter, I'll do it here.

Question: How would you guys feel if I started adding headcanons at the end of chapters every once in a while? They would be very short since I'm too lazy to write a whole other story, and I think it would be fun. And you guys should suggest ideas as well because I don't feel like coming up with everything.

Rock on, my little rebels.