#tim'otee

Chapter 3: The Dungeon in the Desert

"Erk!" Bih said as he turned his head to Jon. "Quick, Tim! He's catching up- AAHH!" All you could hear from then was a soft thud.

"Bih? Are you okay?" Tim asked as he looked around Bih's current area. It was a five meters-cubed hole he was in, with three layers of sand on top of two layers of mossy cobblestone.

"Yeah, I'm alright, but you should come down here!" Tim teleported inside the hole as Bih dug up blocks of sand from the floor.

"Hey, look what I found!" exclaimed Tim holding a block of sand. It was a small cage with a tiny spider spinning inside, surrounded by dim fire. "What is it?" Tim asked.

"It's a mob spawner," answered Jon as he dropped in with them. "A spider spawner at that."

"Go away, Jon!" snarled Bih. "I'm like, sick and tired of your annoying racism and your dumb, uh... Skeleton face!"

"Well I'm tired of your never taking my advice and getting us in bad situations!" Jon retorted.

"And why should I do that again?" Bih pushed Jon backwards, almost making him fall over.

Jon quickly pinned Bih up against a wall. "BECAUSE THE LAST TIME YOU DIDN'T GOT US BOTH KILL-"

The two were suddenly separated by two black, furry arms. "You guys wanna know what I'm tired of? You two fighting. It hurts my ears."

Jon looked down sullenly. "Yeah, I guess I could've been a bit more mature. Sorry, Bih."

"Sorry Jon." Bih returned. He slumped down the wall with his head down. Timothy opened the chest he had just walked back to and pulled out a map. "Hey you guys, found this!"

"What is it?" Jon asked.

"It's a map, brosky!"

"Can I look at it?"

"Sure thing." Tim handed Jon the map, whose eye sockets widened with shock. "Bih, come look!"

"All I see is a brown square in the middle of the grass. Looks sorta family-"

"Familiar."

"-Familiar, though."

"Bih, it's our old house! We can stay by there!"

Chapter 2: Timothy

After hours of running, Jon and Bih finally come across a forest and hid in it until it started to rain.

"YES!" Exclaimed Bih as he ran out from under an tree. "We can go home now! Aren't ya exited, Jon?"

"No, I am not 'exited', nor am I excited! Do you realize what we just did?!" Retorted Jon sharply, just enough to make Bih cringe.

"What did we do?" Bih asked.

"When we ran from the sun, we ran in the opposite direction of our house!"

"Then how are we at the forest near the trench, then?"

"Bih, this is not the same forest! It's too small! We're LOST!" Groaned Jon.

"Well, why can't we just go look for our house, then?"

"We live in one of the billions of caves in this world, Bih. Don't you think it might be difficult?"

"We got a trench five yards in front of the mouth, Jon. No, I don't."

"Okay then, BIH, what if the trench's patched up, eh? It's only two times four times twelve!"

"Wut?"

"C-c'mon! It's just a simple formula; you should know this stuff!"

"It seems although I only have three fourths of my noggin left I still have more noggin than you to remember that I only HAVE three fourths left of my noggin, make a good comeback, and remember the fact that I took note of that too!"

Jon stared at Bih blankly, and sat down. "Lead the way, pal- Bih?" Bih was standing at a birch, talking to what appears to be some sort of tall, dark human...oid. Bih pointed towards Jon, and when the figure turned its head, Jon saw its luminescent eyes looking right at him.

"Bih... Heheh... Who in the Nether are you talking to...?" Asked Jon nervously.

"Oh, just my new friend, Tim O' TEE- he's a cool guy, you know?"

"You mean 'Timothy'?" Just then Tim O' TEE teleported right in front of Jon and Bih.

"Eh... Slight correction! It's Tim O' TEE; he's right."

"WHOA!" Exclaimed Jon, startled by the phenomenal event. Jon grabbed Bih's hand and ran in the opposite direction. "EEEEULLL THAT'S THE LAST STRAW BIH WE ARE LEAVI-" Jon was stopped in his tracks by the towering Tim O' TEE.

"Wait, you guys are leaving me?" Tim was worried. He didn't want to be ditched again.

"No, we're looking for our house; why don'tcha come 'long, man?" Bih replied. "No pun intended."

"Um, no, don't come; why don't you just teleport to wherever in the Nether you came from, okay Mr... Timothy?" Countered Jon.

"Listen, it's Tim-O'-TEE! Respect my accent, okay? And plus, I didn't come from the Slip, I came from the End! Then I, somehow, got stuck in this weird place and with all that painful blue stuff you munchkins call 'water'!" lashed Tim. He then reached out his arm to touch the rain and was met with the stinging sizzle he deserved. "Listen, the point is, I'm tired of hiding in the shadows! All I do is just hide, wait, migrate, repeat! May I please live with you guys?"

"Hmmm..." Jon didn't know what he should do. He didn't care for strangers, especially in his home, but he really felt sorry for Tim. "What's in it for us?"

"Are you kidding me?! Just let him come or else he'll die out here!" Bih yelled.

"Why should I?"

"C'mon man, have a bit more sympaddy-"

"Sympathy."

"Sympathy! Thanks. Again."

"Bih, we don't even know this guy!"

"Trust. Me. Please."

"Why would I trust a zombie?"

"Because I'm your only friend you racist!"

"That's not racism, blockhead, it's common sense- maybe necro-ism."

"Psh, whatevs. I don't even need your trust anyway! C'mon Tim, follow me!" Bih said as he stormed off with Tim further into the desert nearby.

"Wait, you guys! You're going the wrong way again!" Shouted Jon as he quickly followed behind the two.