(a/n April 2nd, 2018: So um.. Hey guys ♥ sorry this is sudden, but I will try to finish this story at least. I feel like I would let you down if I didn't. While I update this story, I'm very sorry if its different then what you're used to. Like ive mentioned, I have watched any minecraft youtuber, or mitch and jerome in years. So, sorry if its a little... Different. I hope you forgive cause alot of you have forgotten about this story I'm sure, and I love you guys. Chu*)

(a/n: April 19, 2019 - wow a year later, haha weird. So um, here was the 4th chapter but yeah its not finished. I'm sorry... I might bring myself to finish it but we'll see...)

I walked downstairs frantically. Looking around everywhere. Basically going mad.

Was all of that a dream!? Where is he!?

I noticed the front door was cracked open. The wind pushing it open and closed gently. I opened it all the way, then knew where he was. I put on some shoes and jogged out and over to the shack. The door was wide open and as I thought, Mitch was kneeling on the ground. Starring at the headstone. Running his fingers through the words carved in the rock.

"A-Am I dead?" he mumbled, knowing I was behind him by my presence. That or because I stepped on a stick.

Coming up behind him, I put my hands on his shoulders. "You're not dead biggums. You're here with me"

"What if I'm not!", he snapped. Standing up almost making me stumble back ,"What if I'm not here! What if it's in your and my mind! I don't want that I wanna be with you!"

Being dumbfounded, I couldn't find myself to move. What's up with him. Im ending it now. Grabbing his arm roughly, I pinched him till he cried out. Yanking his arm and rubbing the spot.

"See. You're here", I rubbed the tears from his cheeks ,"So don't cry, and don't worry about it biggu-...."

"...what?" he mumbled a little scared.

"Nothing nothing", I assured him ,"I just... Mitch. Where did you come from? When you woke up from that bed, where did you come from?" He was silent for a long time. Glancing at the dirt mound and looking away at his feet. Messing with his fingers. "I'm waiting"

"I-I don't really know. I really don't. W-When I first opened my eyes I was in a cave with these weird things everywhere. Then when I fell asleep I woke up in the forest. Walking for... A mile, I found your place. I knew it was yours, cause I saw the axe. The axe you uses to kill OUR parents with us!"

Without another question I grabbed his collar roughly. "Take off your flannel. Shirt. Now"

His face turned red ,"It's not the time to strip-"

"-now"

He could tell I wasn't joking about it quickly. Taking off his flannel and undershirt slowly, I grabbed his sides and yanked him close. His face turning a bright red didn't bother me. But what did, was a large scar across his stomach. A small scar on his cheek as well.

"Someone fixed you... But... You were dead..." I mumbled, bafffled as I rubbed the scar a little.