#bingus.

(This is based on a Minecraft roleplay created by me and my two friends for ourselves. I've decided to write it as a full length story and I'm going to upload the chapters here!) Word count- 3,080 punctuation by @cesamessa cause I suck T_T ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

When light fades and darkness emerges, is there still light even if it cant be seen?

This is one of life's many unanswered questions. One of far too many, but I like to think the world isn't so black and white; that there's a larger gray line than people wish to see.

Sometimes though, the doubt of what makes someone good or evil isn't always determined by who they are now, but who they find themselves becoming despite it all. If we mulled over this, I doubt there'd ever be a real answer. Something concrete that the whole world can agree on can't ever exist, but in this world where good and evil can be as simple as how your species is perceived, or the first impression you get of someone, can action be the only definer?

Humans, however, I've never had an opinion on. They're so versatile and different from one another, yet so lacking in the current age, where creatures from dragons to fairies, and demons to goblins roam.

So what makes these three girls so important?

"The sheep aren't going to lead themselves into the barn!" Cesa yelled as she tried and failed to keep the chickens from running out of their coop.

"Well it's not my fault these goats are all trying to jump me at once!" Iesha shouted back frustrated with the current goat biting her ankles.

The girls went back and forth, trying to get the new animals into their pens while Angel softly fed the horses she had gathered in the barn with hay, apples, and the occasional sugar cube. It was a simple life the girls lead. They took care of their farm, their pets, and each other. For the longest time, each of them couldn't remember what life was like with out the others, and liked it that way. Spending time with each other baking, playing, and even building the house they live in together; none of it felt like chore or a hassle. Just living a life they cherished, plain and simple but full of heart.

The area in which they made their home was rather empty, with there only being a small village behind some large dirt hills. They were friendly with the village, usually trading goods back and forth. It was quiet and kind there. Grass and dirt hills were everywhere, surrounded by a labyrinth of rivers and never ending forests. Their house was in the centre of all the geographical chaos. Though, house was a loose term at first sight. A large oak tree surrounded by a glass dome with three doors at the front, one orange in color, decorated with vines and mushrooms. The second was purple with flowers dancing on the wood in their elegant spiceberry color, and the third, a bright pink that embodied the vines and flowers that decorated it.

Colorful pastel wood made up the foundation layer of the dome before the glass engulfed the tall tree at the center. Dogs, cats, and a few unusual pets sat below the towering branches and a staircase that hid behind the tree led underground. This is where the girls lived, their gorgeous outer shell with the dome covered the cozy inside that was hidden below.

An open kitchen filled with all the equipment they could need was made with clay from their own hands, and a small living space opposite with a comfy sofa facing the blazing fireplace. A large record player sat in the left corner, with racks of collected vinals, and plant pots filled with flowers. In the right corner a hand made shelf with a book sat on a built in lectern, where they'd list off each of their ideas for building around their area.

Down the thick but short corridor were the bedrooms of the three girls. The left lead to Angel's room with a pink floor and glittery pink celling. She had plushies far as the eye could see surrounding her bed, and a desk off to the side covered in trinkets and a diary. On her wall there were costumes hanging, each made by her hand. The room felt like a haven of cute and soft decorations and creations.

Opposite her room, however, was Iesha's. A black and orange, almost Halloween themed room, with dark wooded furniture and a double bed built into the floor, with four posts and a canopy. A desk sits in the corner, with books, plushies, and a rare flower. Black flowers bloom in the darkness of her room by the door, and her large pet jumping spider laid in quiet sleep in her bed.

The final room was Cesa's. Located at the end of the hall, its steampunk vibe and purple beauty radiated the room. With desks and potions in every corner, her bed at the end was comfy and surrounded by nick knacks. Her room was clustered with items and hobbies. It felt more like play room than a bedroom, one where she proudly displayed her stuff, including the strange skeleton image above her door.

After each cow, sheep, and goat were in their pens, every chicken and cheeky chick back into the coop, and all the horses were settled in the stables, the girls were finally finished. They could now slunk off to their warm beds and sleep off the day's hard work.

Resting their tired muscles and tired brains, sleep came easy to them, and the first day of many came to an end.

Humans work hard to keep their peaceful lives, to be good, kind and keep the monsters away. However, the monsters aren't always the werewolves and zombies lurking in the night, but the darkness lurking in there minds; and if all humans hold this darkness, then what separates the good from the bad? I like to think it's action, but bad deeds can be necessary for survival, protection. So who gets to decide? Us? Them? Or is it just in the moment, the split second decision, that determines it all?

Mornings were a hassle for Iesha, as she would always wake up with a light but annoying headache that felt like a dull throbbing. It was fixable, as all she would need is a warm cup of tea and the pain would disperse not long after, but it was still annoying. Sometimes, when she didn't want to get up and deal with dizziness from getting out of bed, Cesa and Angel would bring her tea when she felt like this. It was never as good as when she made it, but she would never say that. She was grateful they would do this for her anyway, so she would never complain. She didn't want to.

Cesa was different. Although she loved to sleep in, she would always be up first to feed the pets upstairs. Angel would be up not long after, but would spend ten to fifteen minutes sketching and drawing before coming out of her room, where her and Cesa would wait the half an hour it would take Iesha to finally leave hers. They would begin to make breakfast together, and even though they didn't talk much until they began eating, the quality of their food never suffered as they didn't need to communicate what went were and who did what. They just knew.

The objectives of each day would change all the time. Some days, they'd plan, map out build areas, or do something productive. Other days, they'd indulge in their hobbies, and sometimes they'd just want to be lazy. There's a nice balance in their routines, and with the three of them always working together, the job got done. It's never fast. Sometimes a simple project or task will take a whole day of getting off track and mind numbing laughter, but they work well together, and there's never been anything they couldn't do.

Cesa had a soft spot for animals. Well, they all did, but half the reason they had so many pets was do to her seeing an animal or cute creature and just taking it home, and they all just went along, like they knew being cared for by her was one of the most loving experiences a living creature can have. Her constant love and encouragement was a pillar in their friendship. She made the people around her want to do better, to be better, and even when they slipped up, fell back, she always told them they were doing well, because she wanted nothing but the best for the people she loved.

On the surface, Angel was sweet and soft spoken, like a calm breeze when the world just felt like too much, but she was also chaotic and funny. Her sense of humor was unmatched and so out of pocket that it took everyone off guard. The most mundane and boring thing could be happening, but when she started talking in funny voices and bringing up things from her recent fixations, she'd light up the whole area like the sun glowing, and brightened the day with her charm.

And Iesha, while she wasn't the most active of people, usually opting to sit indoors and snack on her newly baked goods, she was creative building plans, weird little scavenger hunts, and slightly disturbing horror stories. She was a chaotic ball of constant ideas. She didn't always have the motivation to see them through, but with how passionate she would become surrounding her new found interests and stories, her rambling on those subjects never failed to have her friends, or anyone who would listen, gripped and hanging onto every word.

The world they lived in was filled with monsters, creatures, and things that lurk in the dark. Things that would not hesitate to see dinner when gazing upon them. But on the other side were majestic, glowing embodiments of radiance and light that over-shadowed the mundane and cruel. Magic and beauty were common place, so in a world filled with everything you could want, how much would it take for a human to shine? Compared to a fairy, mermaid, or even the dark elegance of a demon, what could a human offer?

The simple answer is whatever their willing to give. Some humas make deals with demons for power, giving up their souls or even their first born. Others try their hardest to shine, to make it to the top, where the harsh glow of everything bright in the world sits; and some choose to live with out dreams or thoughts of greatness. The people that reside in the small villages, the humans who see no point trying in a world that will never value them, and these three girls? They choose to stay out of trouble. Peace is all they wish for. No glory, or great power, just humble living and a hopefully comfortable end.

That morning, the girls had gone through their usual morning steps. After breakfast, they each retreated to their rooms to ready themselves for the day ahead. Now that their little farm area was finished, they needed a new project. Their stable now housed great stallions, the barn held many sheep, cows, and goats, the cozy coop filled with sleepy chickens, as well as a gorgeous green house with every planted crop you can think of, surrounded by a small orchard of various fruit trees. They felt accomplished with this small set up, and now their new task was to be chosen from the book in the living room.

Iesha, Cesa, and Angel all had their own unique styles and looks. Unfortunately, they all stood at the same height of five foot two, so the top shelf was unreachable to everyone. But Angel had her love of everything cute. Bows, frills, hearts, and flowers; she had long, silky, elbow length hair that was a deep chocolate brown and usually decorated with a bow here and there. Her bright brown eyes shone with flecks of gold and an optimistic glimmer shimmering through out. She had light, almost pale skin with two moles. One above her left eye, and the other just below it, and a couple freckles dotted her face. The dark pastel pink top she wore was made of silk, and sat off her shoulders. Two white butterflies clung to the sides of the shirt's shoulders, and her sleeves reached her wrists. The shirt was tucked into a knee length beige plaid skirt that flowed effortlessly as she walked. A light silver chain wrapped around her waist, while a heart adorned with bright red flowers hung like an ornament for her skirt. She wore cute light pink tennis shoes with frilly white socks that stayed just past her ankles.

Cesa's style was all over the place. She liked colors and cottage core, she had sun kissed skin and eyes that danced with color, a green, blue and sometimes grey whirl pool. Her hair was a mousy brown that sat at her mid back and she had light freckles scattered on her cheeks. She wore a black tank top, with a green-grey knee length jacket over the top. A gold belt was wrapped into the loops of her sage green shorts. She had white ankle socks and dark grey sneakers. The sleeves of her jacket were rolled up to her elbows, and the rest of her arms were adorned with bracelets. An orange one on her right arm with a pumpkin and vines pattern, a pink one underneath that with a Sakura flower and gold glitter, then on her left arm, a red one decorated with a guitar and vinals. These bracelets, she barley ever took off. They were a representation of people she loved, and wished to keep them close at all times.

A dark, almost gothic look was Iesha's go to. Usually wearing the colors black and orange for a Halloween vibe, her bright ginger hair was curly and flowed to her waist. She always wore dark make-up like black lipstick, and sharp black eyeliner, which contrasted her pale, almost ghostly skin tone. Her face was covered in freckles, and her eyes were a dark brown that felt like looking in a pool of melted dark chocolate. Her top was a borderline black tank top with a skull design, and long lace sleeves patterned with roses and vines. Along with matching shorts, with the same lace for the pants. Her chunky heeled boots went under her lace pants, and just above her ankles. The only jewelry she wore was her black hoop earrings, and in her hair, a black butterfly clip. Lastly, the staple of all her outfits, her round, black, rimmed glasses that adorned her face and allowed her to see as her eye sight without them was nothing less than looking at a blurred out of focus picture.

Angel was already looking at the book whilst sat on the off-white sofa when Iesha and Cesa came out, sitting on either side of her. They began to look through their lengthy list of things to build, decorative, functional or full form building.

"With all the farm buildings being done, should we just do something for decoration?" Cesa requested.

"I think I wanna add some pathways and maybe foliage around." Angel added.

"We can make a pathway to the village, 'cause I had an idea for a bridge connecting those two hills at the entrance." Iesha suggested.

"Oh yeah! I've been wanting to add plants around there." Angel said.

"Well, how about that then? We build a bridge and decorate it for the village entrance." Cesa decided, standing up and walking down to the basement.

The basement was completely built by Cesa, and it was a large circle room. The walls were made of wood logs and the floor had an oak and spruce spiral pattern, with a flowing water fall surrounded by glass in the center. Chests lined the walls, filled with all kinds of materials for building. The entire room felt like being inside a giant hollowed out log. It smelt earthy and fresh, with a content cold, but not to a freezing temperature. The girls would sometimes just sit in there when it got too hot. They made their ways down and began trifling through the many chests collecting the necessary wood, fences, lights and railings for the bridge. Angel looked for items to decorate the bridge with and create the pathway, while Cesa focused on stuff for structural integrity, as falling of a rather large hill would not be particularly nice for anybody,

Once their boxes were filled, they carried them up to the main house, where Cesa packed a few lunch items into her bag. A few sandwiches, bottled drinks, and a fruit filled container. They all went upstairs and into the dome, placing the boxes down, and gathering the building tools. Shovels, axes, pickaxes and more, all made from various ores and gems the girls had mined. Packing them into their now heavy bags and saying a quick "see you later" to the multiple pets sat under the tree, they opened the middle door to make their way over to the village.

Once the door was opened, they stopped in their tracks seeing a rather tall, handsome man stood outside, panting as if he just ran there. He looked slightly disheveled; not in a creepy way, but more of a 'he seemed in trouble' way. His shining green eyes were blown wide in a panic, and his fist was raised as if he was about to knock on the door. The girls realised they must of not seen him running over while packing, being completely lost in their tasks at the time. The man lowered his arm and looked at them with what looked like relief before saying,

"Can you help!?"