'Bear'y Greatful

"Marek, diamonds, redstone... what else did ya find?" I asked in an unusual tone. I do not know what it is. Cat and Marek stared at me approvingly. They must've realized I'm interested about what productivity they had done. I feel like this is a parent thing. Is it? Maybe not, but I feel it has a connection.

Cat bombarded me with so many words about her adventure in the jungle. She was talking too much I had a hard time understanding what she was saying."And then I saw a potion..." Cat continued. I felt my brain having a hard time taking in her story. All I could do is nod.

"And then he met you." Cat ended her story. In the outside, I had a big smile on my face, as if I understood the story. In the inside, however, I felt like passing out.

"So," Cat began."What did you do today?" I sighed heavily but with relief and pointed at my painting."Hmm... guess you had art lessons." Marek said as he examined my painting.

"A cat with dog skin?" Marek asked. I sighed again."It's my first time, okay?" I looked at him sternly. Cat just laughed."Give some credit to the dog who did it by himself." I laughed as well. They were complimenting me in a mocking way.

We were laughing for a long time. I don't actually know how long, but we stopped laughing when we heard rapping on the other side of the door. I turned and checked the door to see hundreds of zombies flooding outside.

"Wait..." Cat began in a nevous manner." How and why did they pile up out our door?" She asked."The better question is, how fast did they do it? And how come we didn't notice them before?" I commented. I turned to look at Marek. I went over to the window to see a small horde of mobs. Each one of them coming for the door. But how did they know that the door was the weakest point of a house? And their eyes..."Cloudy, their eyes..." I called their attention."They're red."

Cat looked at Marek with suspicion around her face."Do you know anything about this?" Cloudy asked."Because me and Happy definetly haven't."

Marek didn't answer. In fact, he wasn't even listening. He was staring angrily at the mobs through the window."You..." He began."You mindless killers..."

I looked at him questioningly. Why would he say that? Mobs ARE mindless killers. I asked myself why. I glanced at cat and she glanced back. I pointed at Marek, who was clenching his fists, ready to break the glass asked any moment.

Cat didn't care. She just stood up and got her sword, tossed me a pickaxe, and handed Marek a sword."Well, whatever the mobs did to anger you, this is the perfect revenge for them! C'mon, let's go!" She ushered.

"Woah, are you sure?" I asked them."I mean, look at their eyes! They aren't attacking in random! They are in sync! They know a door! They are--"

"Evil creatures acting as puppets for another evil being." Marek cut me off as he stood up and headed for the door."As long as they can see us, they know where we are. They know who you two are. We need them all dead." Marek held the sword tighter as he lowered his head. The shadows had consumed his white furry face. I felt his anger and sadness. No, not by instinct, but by common sense.

He had been through a lot. I don't know what, but I'm not sure I want to know... yet.

I sighed. Two beats one, as clichés say so at least, so I picked up my pickaxe and stood up."I guess I have no choice then." I smiled widely."But oh well."

Cat grinned and with all her might, kicked the door out of the frame, sending two zombies, who were at the door, flying, pushing away the other mobs in their path.

Cat stood on her guard and let the mobs storm in, after all, the mobs will be forced to enter one by one, so we had the advantage. She casually and swung her sword to her left, slicing a zombie by it's waist, poof in it out. I rushed towards the door and pushed a zombie back out, making the other mobs behind it fall down.

I looked around. Something definetly wasn't right. The mobs' eyes were red, they were all synced when fighting, and they know a door! How is it they do? They're brainless things! The zombies shuffle as they walk and burn in the morning, not know how to break doors! And for some reason, this weird moment occured just as Marek had come in to play. Maybe...

My thoughts were interrupted by a skeleton, who shot an arrow for me. I quickly reacted and swayed to the left as soon as the arrow was inches from my eye. Close. But not good enough.

The arrow hit the painting I did with a thud. It fell off the wall, down to the floor, where a zombie stepped on it as it headed for Marek. My painting! I worked hard for that!

I dashed forward for the skeleton, rebounding an incoming arrow with my pickaxe. As soon as I was in range, I swiped my weapon at the ribs of the skeleton to a wall, crushing it's body and poofing it in the process. Vengeance is always sweet.

I ran towards a random zombie that didn't see me and smacked it's head off, only to realized it was fighting Cat. As the body poofed, Cat, who was in front of me, shot me a glare.

"That was my kill." She said as she beheaded a skeleton with an uppercut.

"I couldn't find anything else to kill." I replied. To her cold statement.

"HapPy, there are tens to hundreds of mobs we let in, and you couldn't find your own opponent?"

I shrugged.

"Whatever." She spun around, and split three zombies by the waist. Cat. What a showoff. Just because she can use the sword alot better than me, she had to spin gracefully to annoy me. Well, at least she doesn't know how to throw a potion gracefully.

I kicked an incoming zombie by the stomach as I glanced at Marek. He wasn't smiling, like when I met him awhile ago. He was angry. And he was angrily killing the mobs one by one. Piece by piece. He was doing it heartlessly. Like he had a history with these mobs.

As I cracked the head of another skeleton, I realized that there were few of them left. Ten, I guess(?).

Cat rushed beside me and stabbed another zombie by the waist.

"A little bit more cokroaches to extinguish and our home is pest free." Cat smiled as she punched a zombie.

"Why do you make zombie killing sound a lot more gross?"

"It's gonna pick up that trait as a habit to annoy you, snoopy."

"Wait for them puns, you CATastrophy summoning being."

"I hate you for that."

"I CAT care less."

Cat slapped in in the face lightly (but painfully) and went off to kill the last mob, which was a spider, crawling around the walls.

As soon as the last of the mobs had died, Cat closed the door and dropped on her side of the bed.

"So tired..." Cat blurted out as her face pressed deeply in her soft bed