He was tired, hungry, and very cranky. You wouldn't want to be around Tommy when he was like this, which was pretty rare.

He was also stressed. Because, his teacher decided to assign him with a essay.

And like any other student, he called to his parents, and told them he was going to type his essay downstairs in the basement. On the computer.

And like any other student, he logged onto Minecraft, and started a game. He ignored the essay, his homework, his stomach's nagging for food, and the chocolate stained, half read, The Withers Awaken.

Minecraft was taking a ridiculous amount of time to load, when in reality it was about 30 seconds. But to Tommy, that was hours.

His avatar appeared on the screen, along with his username, "Gameknight999" Tommy clicked on "Multiplayer" and then scrolled down until he saw the saved server. The one he came back to nearly every day.

Pop! And suddenly he was back and running. Without even looking, he started his sprint to the all-familiar village. He put his feet up on the desk and sipped chocolate milk.

The village appeared as he neared, and the villagers, used to him arriving about twice a month at the same time, opened the gates as he came through.

"Back again?" Crafter teased. Several months had passed in real time, and now the young Crafter looked around the same age as Tommy, if not older. It was kind of strange to say the least. Stitcher and Herder were also teens, Topper and Filler maybe just entering their "middle school" years. Hunter looked like if she was in her late 20s while Digger a bit older.

And Tommy? Tommy was 13. The thing he had been thinking of and fearing for a long time was in fact coming true, he would grow up, and by time he graduated college, Crafter would probably be the same age he was when he was teleported into the body of a child, same with Sticher, Herder, Topper, and Filler. Hunter and Digger would no way be still alive, and heck, their children would probably be the same age as him, probably older, in fact, their grandchildren would be the same age as Tommy.

"Yeah." Gameknight grinned, he came back the same time every day, which was around every few weeks for the villagers, "And tommorow."

"Your a day earlier than usual, you finished your homework?" Crafter asked, raising an eyebrow. Well both eyebrows, like, half a eyebrow you would say it? Villagers did have a unibrow that made it seen that they had just one long eyebrow.

"Uh? Yes?" He said it like a question.

"Well, don't turn up on my doorstep next week complaining about how your teacher gave you a bad grade." Crafter then mumbled something unheard, but sounded suspiciously like, "Even Stitcher and Herder have better studying habits then you."

Tommy turned tomato red in real life, "I'll get it done after dinner."

"Hopefully you do." Crafter waved Gameknight into the chamber. If anybody noticed that Crafter was talking to a user, nobody cared, Gameknight999 was sort of a unannounced special exception to the village, especially after he rescued Topper from falling into a lava-filled ravine.

"You know, it's kind of interesting." Gameknight started.

"Hmm?" Crafter looked up, but now that he was the same height as Gameknight, he didn't have to look down to meet his eyes.

"I did some research, when I was one year old, your grandfather wasn't even born yet, but you still know more things than I'll ever learn."

Crafter hummed, "Knowledge doesn't come with time, knowledge follows those who seek it."

Gameknight might of looked a bit shocked that Crafter had come up with that off the top of his head, even if he should be used to it, because the other laughed, "Don't worry, Carver asked me the same thing yesterday, so I wrote that down."

That just made Gameknight more confused, "Carver? Who's that?"

"New child, he's two years old, just moved here from another village with his family. Gameknight smiled at that, Minecraft was at peace, villagers changing villages didn't mean that their old one was attacked, it just meant that they wanted to try something different. "Fun" existed again, and for the first time ever, their children were able to grow up in a world that wasn't war-struck.

Of course, as soon as he thought that, he smacked himself as hard as he could in real life, leaving a red mark on his cheek.

Because, he knew he jinxed it.

And, indeed he did.

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It was winter break, just after Christmas, and the essay lingered in the back of Tommy's brain, but hey! He already wrote a paragraph!

"7 paragraphs." His mind reminded him.

"Right." He mentally groaned, as he dragged himself to his computer and started to type his evidence to, "Why Britain Should And Should Not Leave The European Union."

2 hours, 4 cokes, a chocolate milk, a bag of Cheetos, later, a very exhausted Tommy, ended up with 5 paragraphs and a bittersweet feeling of success.

"Can I call Shawny over...?" He asked his mom sleepily.

"Did you finish your essay?" She replied, soft, but stern.

"Almost." Tommy reached for the phone, but had his had slapped away.

"Essay first. You may take a break, but no play dates or games until you finish it."

"I told you to call them 'hang outs' mom!" He, half asleep stumbled down the stairs to the basement. (This is my mood right now... I'm typing at 4:30 in the morning.)

"Reasons Brexit can help Britain is more trade freedom, and less spending, but it could also harm Britain by raising federal taxes and economy crash." Flowed in a steady stream away from his fingers, and less than half an hour later, Tommy stood in front of a finished, Grammarly-Checked essay, and decided to do the only thing he could think of.

He fell asleep on the couch.

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"Huh?" Tommy shot up, and looked at the clock. 2:00. He wad slept for a hour.

"Oh no!" He panicked, practically flew up the stairs to the the phone, and dialed Shawny.

"Bro. You said you would call me half an hour ago." A annoyed voice rang out from the other end.

"Well yeah... Uh..."

"So you didn't finish the essay." Shawny sighed.

"...Na... But you HAVE to get over here, you will NOT believe what I got for Christmas." Tommy's voice raised the slightest bit.

"Fine." A bit of rustling was heard, "I'll bring some BBQ over ok?"

"Thanks!" Tommy shut the line, and no more than 10 seconds later, a figure burst through the screen door, (which was luckily open)

"I have the chips!" Shawny held up a giant bag of barbecue chips. Tommy suddenly spaced out.

-//This part doesn't effect the story I was just half-sleeping and typed it at 1:34 in the morning//-

"Chips?" A girl appeared outside on a magical rainbow carpet, her hair flying out behind her like she was a superhero or something. And there were sparkles.

"Yeah? Want one?" Shawny might of blushed. BUT HE DID IT LIKE A MAN.

"Yum-" Suddenly the author appeared on another magical rainbow carpet.

"YOU BELONG IN ANOTHER BOOK, YOU'VE DAMAGED THE FOURTH WALL HARPER!" The author pushed her through a rainbow vortex appearing in the sky made of sugar spice and everything nice. The girl pouted and was sucked back into her universe, and was never to be seen again. And there were more sparkles.

"Wait, doesn't Harper live next door?" Shawny asked.

"FOURTH WALL." The author appeared again, brandishing a banana.

"Ok... Um... I've never seen her before in my life." Shawny stuttered as Tommy just watched this all play out eating caramel butter popcorn. With extra butter.

"That's better." The author proceeded to disappear, not before leaving a floating postcard with had wings and was singing Jingle Bells.

"What's this?" Tommy picked it up, "Shoutout... To... @Tigerplayzgames  ... What?"

"Idk who's @Tigerplayzgames ?" Shawny shrugged, neither of them worried that a magical floating postcard was hovering in front of them.

-//Ok, the madness is over.//- Still, that shoutout to @Tigerplayzgames exists! :D (Harper belongs to her, in her book "Rescuing Harper")-

"Uh Tommy? Earth to Tommy?" Shawny waved his hand in front of his friend's face.

"What?" Tommy awakened, "Oh sorry." He couldn't get that weird daydream out of his head.

"You spaced out on me." Shawn made a tick mark.

"Yeah, ok." He sighed, and stretched a bit.

"So, what was it you wanted to show me?"

"Oh right!" Tommy dragged his friend down the stairs, to be met with the most horrible thing in existence.

Monet was drinking one of his sodas he stashed away.

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