"Hey Doc?" Scar's smirk told him that nothing good would come from this talk.

"Um, yes?"

"You're a Goat, right?"

"Yes I am. Greatest Of All Time!"

"Perfect! You see we can't let goats stay on our property."

"Then I'll just-" he moved to take a step back but Scar stopped him.

"Oh no no no," he laughed, "no need to do that. We have a special place for you!" He pushed Doc further into the village. Towards the boatum pole.

Towards the boatum hole.

Doc dug his heals into the ground, "wait wait wait, where are we going with this?"

"You," he said, a dark chuckle seeping out as they kept walking towards the whole, "are being sacrificed my friend."

This time Doc put force into his stop, trying to twist out of Scar's grip. Being builders like they are on survival doesn't help Doc in any way at this moment in time. From carrying blocks and pickaxes and solid armor with shields and swords. All of them were pretty buff. Scar was no different and was easily able to get Doc to the edge of the pit. The rest of the group was there, minus Mumbo (peace love and plants, sacrifices aren't very loving or peaceful in his opinion).

"Push him in!" Grian cheered, impulse nodding.

"No! Do not-" and he fell.

And fell...

And fell.

He almost laughed, he didn't think Scar would go through with it. The time spent away from the server must have changes him. Must have changed all of them.

He had heard what they'd been a part of. A cursed server, basicly a free for all where everyone wanted to be the last alive. Scar was brutal. Murdered a lot of people, all of them friends at one point.

As he thought, he fell. Or maybe it was the other way around. Eventually his mechanical side would run out of battery and he would die. And he would be freed. But he had thought ahead, for a situation where he would be away for days on end. It was a curse now.

He continued falling. Not knowing what else to do other that let the thoughts run.

At some point he noticed the darkness grew dull.

"Doc, you have two minutes of battery remaining." The mechanical voice was the first thing he had heard for a while.

"Can... can we call it something else? Other that my battery running out?"

"What would you like to call it, Doc?"

Faces filled his vision. The Jangler from Season 6 with a happy innocent scar and Grian. Stealing coco beans and wheat for X during season 7. Helping Stress make cookies earlier this season.

"Cookies." It sounded so much nicer, "imaging your making a big batch of warm chocolate chip cookies."

"Okay Doc.. the cookies will be done in two minutes."

Am I back? No. Is it a start? Yes!

So basically I'm scraping everything. All the requests in the first chapter of the book: dead to me (Jkjk). I'll keep them in mind, but I'm really only going to write what I want now. Chapters will be inconsistent and probably won't be very good. But it's a start! You can still leave requests, I'm always looking for inspo, but the ones there now won't be written, sorry! I know I was meant to be organizing on my break, but I was really just basking in the glory of no responsibility. This is the result. If you have any questions leave them I'll answer!

As always have a wonderful day/night and know you are loved <3

Ps: this is midnight Larissa with no editing. If the explanation paragraph makes no sence, tell me please. Tho this probably won't be posted for a while, I don't plan on rereading it.

Okay beautiful babes of the internet, luv you <3