Tis` the season! [Christmas Story Contest]

[Fancypants6000]

Hello everyone! You may remember previously MCGamer held a contest for Halloween, asking people to come up with creative haikus regarding the holiday. Well, now we follow it up with a Christmas Story contest!

So what you must do, is create a story, be it funny, fantasy, etc. that is Christmas themed. This story will be read, and judged by me and a group of fellow moderators. The top 3 stories will be named on December 15th, and then you, the community will decide on who the winner will be! The results of the voting will be given on December 25th, and the winner will receive Iron donor on MCG (Or the price of it, if you do not want it)! You can make it as long, or as short as you want. If it is over a page, please just give us a pdf file. Here are some guidelines that MUST be followed, or else will result in automatic disqualification.

- Be appropriate. Make sure what you are posting is not breaking any rules. And I do not want to see any Shrek Christmas stories. (Well, maybe I do. But here is not the place for it!)

- Do not insult other members in your story. Only include them if you have their consent.

-Do not plagiarize.

- You may only submit up to 3 stories.


We will be judging you on 3 categories.

Creativity/Originality- Check, is your story original? Does it stand out above the others?

Interest- Does your story capture the readers interest? A good way to convey this is through humorous stories.

Theme- Is it really Christmas themed?


Good luck to everyone! Can't wait to read your stories, get writing!
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THE RESULTS ARE IN:

We have picked our top 3 stories! Those of which will be moved on to the voting round!

In this round YOU, the community, are going to vote on which story you like best! The person who gets the most votes by Christmas, (December 25th, 2014) will be our winner! This date may change if needed. I would like the thank EVERYONE who entered, this was an extremely hard decision, all of the entries were great!

Here are the 3 you can vote for! (No particular order)

1. Giggity69Goo

All It Takes is One​

It's that time of the year again. We set up our trees, put up or decorations, and light up all the lights we can. Christmas! Children are writing letters to Santa, asking for the most popular toys in the world. Then there's Chris. A twelve-year old boy who isn't a fan of big holidays. However he writes a letter to Santa every year, and his letter always asks for the same thing. On his letter, every year, he writes:

"I wish I had a friend"​

The same thing happens every year. He writes the letter, puts it in an envelope, and gives it to his mother to mail out to Santa. He never seals the envelope, so his mother always looks at the letter before doing anything with it.

She takes out the fresh paper, right out of the envelope. She looks at the letter, then looks at her son. He's sitting on the big leather couch inside the living room, watching the television, as he does everyday. She looks back at the note, reads what it says, and can't do anything but cry. Chris is living a painful life in school, he's bullied everyday and no one is there to make him feel nice. That television that he's been watching for most of his life is everything he has. In her mind she goes "Hell, that's as close to a friend he can get right now." As much as she doesn't want to believe it, it is the truth. That's just how this generation works. School is full of cliques with the popular kids, and unpopular kids, and he doesn't even belong to one of those groups.

It's the morning of Christmas Eve. 7:00 AM on the clock. Chris is sitting on the couch, watching the television. It looks like he's been there for hours, even though the day has just started. Chris has a laptop, but he doesn't do anything with it. His mother wants to see him do something other than watching the television, so she suggests he goes on his laptop and does whatever he wants to on it. He agrees.

That suggestion was a huge turning point in Chris' life. Nobody knows yet, but it will happen. He logs on and goes onto Youtube, since he thinks it's the closest thing to television on the internet. Under the Popular Section of Youtube he sees a video called "Minecraft Survival Games #179" by a Youtuber named ThatOneTomahawk. He decides to watch it, and he immediately falls in love with it. He starts watching the series from the beginning.

It's 9:00 AM, and he has already watched ten episodes. He can't stop watching. He goes to eat breakfast, and comes right back onto the computer to watch more episodes. His mother walks into the room and sees what he's watching. She asks him about it, and he goes on and on about the game and the gamemode and everything, like he's known about it for years now even though he just discovered it an hour earlier.

"Mom," Chris says. "Did you send out my wish list to Santa yet?"
"No not yet," replies his mother. "Why?"
"I want to add one more thing!" exclaims Chris excitedly.

She hands back the letter. He finds the nearest writing utensil, and writes Minecraft on it. His mother looks at it, and she can't help but smile because it's the first thing to be on his wish list that didn't say "I wish I had a friend."

"Chris," his mother says. "Why don't we get you this Minecraft game right now?"
Chris excitedly replies "Really?!? Yes Mom! Thank you so much, I love you so much!"

They buy it. He plays it. The first server he logs onto is us.mcgamer.net. He's in the hub and he can't help himself but just stare at these builds. Such detail, such creativity. "I should do this someday. I should build something like this someday." he says in his head. But the main thing on his mind was Survival Games, like Tomahawk was playing. He finds his way to a lobby, and plays a game.

The game starts, he runs around. He can't find any food, weapons, or armor, but he can't wipe the smile off of his face because of how much fun he's having. He plays so many rounds of Survival Games, all the way up until lunchtime. He tells his mother about all the fun he's having and how he's seeing the creativity of others. It's not like anything he has ever seen.

After lunch he logs back on, and sees a mass message. It shows the Teamspeak IP, ts.mcgamer.net. He doesn't know what Teamspeak is, but he searches it up on the internet and reads up on it. It seems like fun to him. He downloads it, makes his name Chris, and logs onto the IP he was shown in the server. He joins an empty chat, and he's just alone there for a while. Not much happens, so he goes back to playing some more Survival Games. All of a sudden he hears a User Joined Your Channel.

"HO HO HO," yells the user. "Merry Christmas, Chris!"
"Wh- Who is this?" spits out Chris.
"Why you don't know me?" says the user joyfully.

Chris switches to the teamspeak application, and he can't believe what he is seeing. The user's name is "Santa".

"Santa!" says Chris.
"Merry Christmas, Chris! What do you want for Christmas?" says Santa.
"Well, Minecraft was on my wish list, but I have it now."
"Was that all that was on your wish list?"
"Well... no. The one other thing that I've wanted for years now is just a friend."
"A friend? Well why didn't you say so? I'll be your friend!"
"Really? Santa, you're going to be my first friend?"
"Ho Ho Ho, of course Chris."

Chris is stunned. He made a friend. He finally made a friend. And it was the person he was always wishing it to.

"Santa," says Chris. "I knew you could grant wishes."
"Of course I can!" replies Santa. "And now if you want to talk more, just add me as a friend on Teamspeak."

Chris finds where to do it, and Santa is officially his Teamspeak friend as well.

Days, weeks, and months go by. Chris is still talking to the Santa he met over the internet. They talk about their lives. Chris' friend still talks like Santa would, and explains how his elves are already getting ready for next Christmas. Chris is having a great day, every single day, just because of this one user. He tells his mother all about this guy and how they love to talk everyday, and she is just thrilled that he finally has someone he can consider a friend.

However there's one day, and it would seem to be the worst day of Chris' life. Santa comes on and they talk.

"Hey Santa!" says Chris excitedly.
"Hello Chris." says Santa, sadly.
"What's wrong Santa?"
"I'm not doing so well. I don't think I can come on Teamspeak or Minecraft anymore."
"Why not??"
"Too much work in my life right now. You know how busy I am."
"But Santa, you're my only friend."
"Not for long. I see you've gained the courage to talk to me, why not use that courage into talking to other people?"
"But Santa-"
"Don't 'But' me Chris. Listen, I know you will do well in life without me. All you gotta do is have joy and confidence. I will come on time to time, but not everyday like I have been."
"Are you sure Santa?"
"Chris, you're a great kid. You'll make many friends here. I have to go now. Ho Ho Ho! See you next Christmas!"

Chris hears Buddy has left your channel. He's on the verge of tears. He thinks it's all over. He thinks he will never have a friend again. But he remembers what Santa told him. "Just have the confidence... You'll make many friends here!" And that's what he does. He goes into another channel, with about five people in it. He introduces himself and they greet him. They're all playing Survival Games and they invite him to play. He accepts, and they play for most of the day. Throughout all the laughing, screaming, and yelling of him and everybody else, he's having the greatest time of his life. He did this all himself, he's making new friends on his own.

His mother sees this and can't stop crying and smiling. "He did it. He finally made friends."

School comes around. He remembers what Santa said. "You're a great kid. Just have the confidence." That's exactly what happens. He goes up to some of the kids in school who seemed nice, and he starts small-talk. He realizes they are very similar, and they all love Minecraft! He comes home and he tells his mother about his new friends at school. He says "Thanks to Santa, I have friends online and at school!"

Chris now has a ton of friends, both in real life and on the internet, and he still talks to Santa from time to time. They have great conversations about life, and how he changed Chris' life.

His mother overhears these conversations and she's astonished. This one man on the internet named Santa has changed his life forever now. He's not the little boy who doesn't have friends anymore. He's the bright kid who loves making friends now! People on the internet may be mean sometimes, but all it takes is one person to spark something in that kid's mind and his life could be potentially be changed forever, like Chris.

2. KorStonesword

A Christmas to Remember

Christmas Day, December 2073

Like a pencil shaving on a blank white sheet, Joseph’s house is barely visible as the snow falls. The old and rugged house that bears far more similarity to an old barn than anything else, a door barely attached to the hinges. Joseph opens it cautiously and shuts it behind him just the same, stepping into the harsh winter before him. Wearing hole-filled boots and a musty green star-patterned scarf in which he conceals his Rudolf-red nose, out he steps out into cold, the chilly wind biting his face and lungs, and his toes turning to ice with each step.

Pressing forward with purpose in the seeming desolate wasteland, he blows his scarce breath into his hands for warmth, as the snow grows steadily deeper, the white ground meeting the gray sky on the horizon. Each step is like a mile in one, and his legs ache as he presses onward. Some say there’s beauty in the snow, it’s pale yet delicate appearance, and perhaps that is true. Crystal after crystal, each unique, but to Joseph, just as freezing. Pulling at his old and torn jacket, he pauses a minute to catch his breath, letting his mind wander a little.

“Darn this snow,” Joseph speaks to himself, the words forming as pale clouds before him. He’s tried to forget, but every snowy christmas reminds him of what he, nay, what they all lost that day, five years ago. How stupid I was for once hating those humid summers, Joseph thinks. How I long for a sweltering heat such as that now, to feel the salty sweat run in my eyes, and the scalding, bright sun on my back.

That day is still impossible to forget.

The electronic billboards under the unusually bright winter sun, all displaying the same message of confidence and assurance. Weather is an unusual beast, one uncontrolled and unpredictable, yet they had mastered it. The small-scale tests had been to great effect, and now they were going to perform their first official large-scale attempt.

We’d screwed this planet up, it wasn’t listening to us anymore, it had put up with our stupidity long enough. Now it was actively rebelling. Destructive storms abounded, wiping out our pitiful attempts at shelter, with terror and chaos abounding. All that would soon change, they told us.

We’ve mastered the weather, they said. You won’t have to hide in your basement any longer. The heat will die down, the storms will be calculated and purposeful. No more lack of water, no more fear or suffering. Heck, they acted like they’d discovered God’s own source of power.

They told us we’d have our christmas snow, and our desperate, pitiful selves put faith in them. Well we got our christmas snow, that we certainly did. They shot those gleaming stars of “hope” into the sky, as they dispersed into smaller and smaller particles. Just like a magic trick, the clouds formed and spread, faster and faster, and the first glistening crystals began to fall from the sky.

I’ll never forget that sight. We were all elated, rejoicing, making snow angels with the few fallen particles, running and yelling with no purpose, reaching out our dry tongues for a chilling taste of a better future. Chilling indeed.

The snow kept falling. They said it would snow for a mere 15 minutes, but an 45 more had passed since the start. We assumed they were showing their control, allowing us a little more pleasure to fully enjoy this experience, but that was far from the truth. Hours more passed, and the people cleared away to their houses, looking for their oft-untouched jackets. Days passed, weeks, and questions started arising. “No comment” became synonymous with scientist, and we were left in the dark, wondering if they’d lost control of what they had been so very confident in.

The weather’d tricked us. It let us think we had conquered it, cut of the head of Medusa, defeated the final boss in the last level of human’s struggle for existence, but that was all wrong. It rebelled against our many tries. Months passed, and countless more stars of different variations went up into those ominously pale clouds. Those stars of past suddenly felt closer to Halley's comet than to a bright gleam of hope. With each failed attempt, the clouds spread further, enclosing us like a helplessly trapped insect. There was no escape. You couldn’t run from that which is omnipresent.

They abandoned us, but what else could they do? Their mild offers of apology, with the clear desperation in their faces, realizing the grim future that awaited us, and the fault of whom it lay with. They ran from our acts of hatred, fearing their own lives would be the cost for ruining so many others’.

Christmas has come and gone five times now, but nobody is celebrating. No cheer or happiness is spread, no vain fights over gift-giving or seats on Santa’s lap. Now we fight over food and produce, work and money, struggling to endure and live but a minute longer. The next generation will never know of a world outside this harsh earth that’s left us for dead, they’ll never feel the warm sun or light rain, never know anything but this unceasing cold.

Joseph looks towards the horizon, a tired look in his eyes, but his jaw firmly set with determination, that final human will to survive no matter what. Delving his still-cold hands deep into his pockets, he trudges further onward into the distance, pushing the depressing memories from his mind.

Like a mirage, he fades into the distant blur of the cold white snow.

END.

I'm going to have some other people review it and give their thoughts, so I may edit it at some point. At the moment I'm satisfied with it, so here is V1.

Fancypants6000

3. Akash754

Wanted


Hello! Welcome to my McGamer story for the Christmas Story Competition. This tale tells MCSG as a huge city with everyone living there. It’s the day before the Annual Christmas Fair, and something bad happens, really, really bad, and it’s up to the City Moderators to solve the case.


This story is different as it shows MCGamer from the Moderators point of view.


Enjoy.
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Part One


City Hall, Bunave Street.


It was the night before Christmas and more importantly, the huge Christmas Fair. I was rummaging through one of the several boxes of ban reports late at night with a flashlight at hand. I had already checked several bins of written papers and was getting weary. I must’ve been doing this for hours now, just working in one of many tiny, old rooms. I was alone in the huge building, and it must’ve been at least one in the morning. I had to get home and get a good nights rest, as I would be busy at the chilly fair tomorrow.

Just as I was skimming through the last boxes, consisting mostly of pointless reports filled out by the townsfolk (Accusations of name calling and ‘hurtful’ insults) I heard a noise, loud footsteps, with a pattern of heavy breathing. The sound was getting closer, a large shadow covered the hallway lights. I was stunned by fear and could not get up. I’m gonna die, I’m gonna die. I repeated in my clouded thoughts.

The figure had something in it’s hands, and I suspected it was the murder weapon. I was wrong, in fact I wasn’t in danger whatsoever. The ‘weapon’ wasn’t a weapon at all, it was a flashlight.

“Haha! You should see the look on your face!” he laughed, I instantly knew who it was. Pickle. No, allow me call him his real name, Soggypickle. I snickered just at the thought of his name.

“You idiot! I thought I was gonna die,” I yelled furiously at him.

“Ceroria, I could tell by your face!” he continued laughing hysterically. He always reminded me of the Joker from Batman. A crazy, infecting laugh, but smart and cunning. He always pulled pranks, never got tired of them actually, because I always fell for them.

“So why are you here so late dude?” I questioned, changing the tone of the conversation, he realized this as well.

“To get you home of course, I’d knew you’d still be here,” He knew me too well, but he’s right: I’m being way too assiduous.

“Fine, fine. Let’s go.” I walked out the door with him behind me. We walked outside from the large, polished wooden door and headed to the apartments, walking there, obviously.

I looked around, I could see my hollow breathe in the chilly air. The Town Hall was a four-story bronze, yellowish complex. It had been up for only 2 years and mostly consisted of storage rooms filled with papers, and a large hallway where people worked in small see-through rooms. Mostly so the cityfolk could request help for something. It was silent, and I enjoyed the peace. We kept on walking, and Pickle stopped dead in his tracks.

“I saw something,” he pointed quietly. “Over there!” he exclaimed.

“Dude, it’s probably nothing, let’s go already,” I wasn’t worried. I had heard that brushing sound trees make when they get hit and leaves flutter off. The sound was loud too, but I was too tired to care. I kept strutting down the narrow sidewalk. He finally turned around with a look of disbelief and sprinted back, he was panting when he got to me.

“I was sure, there... was... a person there!” He exclaimed between long, deep breathes.

“Dude, you must be imagining things, I didn’t hear anything,” I calmed him down with lies. Which wasn’t very often.

See, Pickle and I are actually next door “neighbors” in the Mod Apartments, Rooms 301 and 302, and that’s kind of how we met. Also that we both work at the town hall as Moderators of the city. I met him the day I applied to work here, before I worked at a small clothing shop called “The Forms” as the cashier. I remember that day like it was yesterday.

I had a small name tag on. “Ceroria. Trail Mod.” It read. Pickle had walked up to me with his huge, black glasses on and smiled brightly. He engaged in a conversation nervously, at first I thought it was a joke by his friends or something, I imagined they told him “Hey go talk to that new kid over there, play with him a bit” But it was nothing like that. He genuinely wanted to be my friend. Soon we became close friends, and then best friends in the following weeks. I don’t have many acquaintances, but I’m happy to have one great one.

As we walked we conversed about the Christmas Fair tomorrow, or today that is, since it was probably past twelve o’clock. We entered the building and soon were at our apartments.
“Bye dude, and thanks,” I whispered as others were sleeping around us, and I entered my room.

“No problem man,” I heard him respond through the wall. Like a zombie, I changed my clothes and headed to my small, but comfortable bed.


Part Two


Mod Apartments, Petic Street.


I woke up, hazy and tired. I gradually got up and put my fluffy slippers on, I walked over to the small window parallel to my bed in my tiny bedroom. Past the long street filled with snow and buildings, the city park laid. I could see several little stands with people selling various ornaments. Fancy, colorful christmas trees surrounded the vast landscape. I was already getting excited for the day that lay ahead for me.

All my previous tire disappeared, I ran into my closet, and appeared again in a colorful christmas jacket and gray sweatpant all Mods had to wear today. I sprinted to the front door and dashed down the empty sidewalk leading to the hustling fair. As soon as I got in the fair I was greeted by a joyful elf handing out packets on the various places to visit. I slowly headed to the small building where the rest of the mods were. I noticed only about 15 people, usually there would be 30 to 40.

“Hey guys!” I sang as I jogged over to the group. That was not the right thing to say, everyone had sour countenances for some reason. Even Pickle, other people there were Moose, a popular guy who I liked, I don’t know what he thinks of me. SkullDiamondz, a rough, tall man who takes his job really seriously, and Fancypants. He’s a really quiet guy, and usually takes night patrol on the streets I think. All were Moderators I tended to like, except of course, Skull. He wasn’t too mean, but something gave me a impression he didn’t like me whatsoever, I could not figure out why.

“Um..what’s wrong?” I asked staring, I felt like a 5 year old asking for a new toy. It’s like the answer was obvious. We just stood there, finally Duckluv321, a newly ranked Senior Moderator, spoke up. In addition to her wool sweat, she had a nice fluffy hat on as well, which added to her kind looking appearance.

“The City Hall, someone robbed files. Not just any, the robber was very specific.” She told concerningly, she paused, as if figuring out what to do as she spoke. Then continued, “The swindler took files from storage room A3, new documents, probably unread ones.” I gasped. I was at room A3 yesterday night, and Pickle and I both heard something as well before we left. I turned my head to him and he was just as surprised as I was. He quickly started speaking, more gibberish then english actually.

“Um, yesterday Ceroria and I were there, and um, checking files in A3, and as we left I heard a noise..Ceroria told me it was nothing and then we left!” he mumbled. Everyone turned their heads and stared at me. I felt myself start to blush.

“Um..sorry?” I felt so stupid. This was all my fault and now this could be a serious problem.

“Okay, we need to find these files before the check up, that person might’ve had a huge criminal history and now it’s all gone. We need to have justice and catch this crook,” Duckluv stated without looking too mad at me. “Okay everyone work together and look around town, maybe you should talk to the elder Mooclan. He might know where this thief is hiding,” She looked around and glared at every one of us.

“I’ll go out to the scene itself and look for clues there. We need to hurry. This needs to be done by Sunday afternoon, before the checkup, otherwise we’ll be too late. It’s a shame most of the Moderators are out of town or have taken the day off. We’ve faced worse things, right? Let’s go!” and with that, Duck left the huddle and headed off to the City Hall.

“Wow nice going there,” It was Skull. I pretended not to hear him and we kept on walking out of the park, they all talked about what to do, I stood out of the conversation. Skull stared at me from time to time, but didn’t direct anything else to me.

“Hey Fancy did you see anything yesterday night? I mean, you were out patrolling right?” It was Skull that time.

“Yeah, yeah. I didn’t see anything, actually,” he responded in the usually soft voice he spoke in.

“Guys, I think we should talk to Mooclan,” It was the ever quiet Moose. I could barely hear what he said, but he was right.

“You’re right, but it’ll take 10 minutes at the least to get to his tiny abode,” Pickle added. We talked about the various thing we were going to do during Christmas, I honest didn’t understand why they were so calm about this dangerous situation.

Maybe it’s because I’m new here, and they’ve faced stuff like petty theft before, Duckluv did say “We've faced worst,” Earlier, maybe I shouldn’t be so worried. The thought stuck with me, however, and soon we were right at the edge of town.

Well, there it was. A a small wooden house was sitting on the edge of a green cliff, the sun shone brightly on the perfectly curved infrastructure. It was about as big as my apartment, but he made his house, it was beautiful. There was a small prairie ahead of us filled with colorful flowers, red, blue, any color you could think of, and a small garden patch in the top right edge of the landscape, I could see green sprouts stick right out of the dirt.

Right through the middle of the prairie was a paved stone path leading up to the tilted wooden entrance to his house. Everyone was silent, taking in the view and hard work Mooclan had done here. None of us had actually been to the elders’ house before. Except for Moose, because he didn’t act very excited.

“Alright, let’s go!” It was him. Moose sprinted up the and was already at the door, knocking loudly when the rest of us rushed up.

“He could be busy,” Fancypants warned, he always talked so quietly. Moose got tired of knocking and straight up busted through the door like a cop would in those Crime Investigation Shows.

The interior of his house was just as grand as the exterior. Several pots and vases surrounded the large one-room house. A huge circle rug was centered on the hardwood floor, red blue and green were mixed into the colorful concoction. On one of the little tables a small tank sat, inside were small sprouts and a miniature castle. Nibbling on some fish food, was a adorable goldfish.

The thing that caught my eye the most was a, well no scary,but interesting wooden-carved face. It looked as if it was staring directly into my soul. That’s when i saw Mooclan. He was wearing a green robe and was meditating on the floor. Suddenly his eyes flew open, it’s like he sensed our presence.

“Hello, Moose, looks like you brought some friends with you this time,” Mooclan stated, almost in a sleepily tone.

“Well, co-workers you could say, this is Fancy, Moose, Ceroria, Skull and Pickle, we are looking for someone,” He responded pointing to us accordingly.

“Who might this individual be?”

“That’s the thing, we don’t know, he broke into the City Hall yesterday, we’re searching for him.” Pickle explained.

“So why did you travel to my abode? What answers do you seek?”

“We need to find where a person like this could be hiding,” A deep voice broke in, Skull.

“Oh, look no further, go to the Southwestern part of town. That’s where the hoodlums go, always. Trust me, I’d know,” Mooclan smiled for the first time and continued meditating.

“Now leave! I’m in the middle of something here!” He shooed us away and soon we were on the trail.

“That guy is weird,” I whispered to my ‘co-workers’.

“Very interesting character, that man is,” Fancy nodded. Since Moo’s house was on the Northwestern outskirts, we had to walk quite a bit more. At this point I felt a bit better about all this.

Our small trip was soon over and we were at a small admanded street with several old rusted warehouses, like the type you’d see near a port. There were so many places to look! We all split up around the center area of where we were lead by the path. I was investigating on the side of the pier before I heard a startling noise. A spine tingling screech blew through, from straight ahead of me.


Part Three

Southwest Piers, Lowry Street.


I ran as fast as I could to the scene. Moose was already there, he had just seemed to appear before I did.

“What happened!?” I tried to act calm.

“I dunno, I heard the noise and ran over here!” he panicked. “Should we go inside or wait for the others?” He looked at the massive steel door to his side.

“Let’s go now! No time to wait, didn’t you hear that noise man?!” I was going crazy for the possible dangerous and exciting situation.

“Fine, I guess...” I opened the door and an even dirtier room awaited inside from the exterior of the building.

The structure had small ladders peeking into the second floor and small holes on the ceiling where snow was falling through. You could still hear the laughs and yells of children at the Fair and I had a lurching feel in my stomach. The room was mostly dark and fairly large, only one faint light source came from the corner of the landscape.

“Over there, quick!” I instructed Moose and we jogged over. The light was humming and I could not believe my eyes. In the corner of the room were two masked, fully cloaked in black men, one larger than the other. The big one was holding a black pouch and scatter the insides across an old table.

“Well, here they are, my work is done,” A deep voice whispered.

“Yes, these will come in handy. I already paid you, good bye, and thanks for removing that nuisance who interrupted us before,” And with that the man left and walked away, towards us.

“What are we gonna do??” I was scared, this guy could easily take on both of us. That man obviously had the files from yesterday.

“Okay, we can’t attack this kid. Hopefully the others will get here, but for now we get evidence, those are the files right?” He pulled out his camera and started recording the man who was still looking at the files from behind the counter.

“Yeah that’s definitely it,” I confirmed. I was still worried about the big guy who still hadn't left the building, but didn’t spot us. Another noise, it was the rest of the group. All were standing side by side and looked worn out. Skull yelled.

“Hey stop right there! We found you at last!” He ran over to him. “Put your hands up!” The man didn’t do as told. He easily broke free of Skull’s grip (He was totally trying to act like a cop, with that word choice) We all latched on to him and tried to pull him down. He stomped through us like a plow and sprinted out the door, most of us were on the floor or breathless. soon he was gone in the distance.

“That guy must be on KillAura or something, dang,” Moose joked. I suddenly realized something at the thought, the other guy was still in the building. I looked over and there we was, running from the entrance.

“There guys! The other man!” I got up and started running. This guy wasn’t on drugs or insanely strong like the other man so I caught up to him. I mean I am not very strong either, but I wasn’t lank. I knew the others didn’t know what I was doing, but I did.

“Okay, stop right there!” I yelled, about 10 feet from him. He was very exhausted, so was I, however. Not to worry as soon the rest of the gang was at my side.

“You are under arrest!!” this time it was Fancypants, who i hadn’t heard much from since the start. He seemed awfully excited. The hooded man still hadn’t revealed himself, so he ran. This time we were ready, he was immendly tackled by Pickle (surprisingly) and that was that. We removed his mask to find a older man, none of us knew him. He had golden hair, short buzz cut, a long nose and the type of look that made you want to punch him in the face.

For a second I thought he was going to say “And I would’ve done it too if it weren’t for you dang kids!” When some other Mods arrived to take him away. I was flooded with pride and finally felt a part of the team. We stood side by side and just enjoyed the relief of silence.



As for the other man? Now thats another story to be told.





Thanks for reading this story! I had a great time writing it and I hope you had a great time reading it! Here’s some people I’d like to thank.


Ceroria: One of my favorite mods who was the main character of this book! Thanks man! I hope you enjoyed it! I tried my best


soggypickle: Thanks for letting me include you bro! I hope you enjoyed the story! I remember fighting you in Survival Games Highway when you were like 99th in the world, and I BEAT you! Only cause you were lagging


Moose: Yo thanks for letting me include you! I hope you enjoyed the book and we can play together sometime!


duckluv321: The Epic Senior Mod! Thanks for letting me add you and I hope you liked the story as well!


Fancypants6000 : YOU ARE A AWESOME Mod! I teamed with in Zone 85, really nice and great at his job, I hoped you enjoyed the story and your part in it!


TheLastGapple: AKA SkullDiamondz hey man! I hope you enjoyed the story and your part in it! Thanks! Play together some time? xD


Mooclan: The only non-staff person in this story! (and definitely deserves mod!) Thanks for everything and being a great role model! I hope you liked the part with your pet goldfish!

(Shoutout to MooclansGoldfish!)



Also guys, I hid some Easter Eggs in the story I bet you found ‘em!

GREAT JOB EVERYONE! GET VOTING! MERRY CHRISTMAS!

 

[Dzbs]

Good luck to all you story writers!

 

[FadingPixels]

Good luck writers!

 

[Ceroria]

The first judging is on my birthday c:

 

[Reclaimer_HD]

Cool

 

[FAMILYMONSTER]

Best of luck to all the writers!

 

[GOFORGOLDCROZ]

Challenge accepted

[My story will be here when I'm done]

 

[iBearHD]

santa claus is love, santa claus is life.

 

[bridgedragon]

Great idea! I might try to write something if I can think of something good to write.
Also, do you want us to leave the stories here, or PM them to you or what?

 

[ChezPlayz]

Good luck everyone!

 

[Fancypants6000]

Great idea! I might try to write something if I can think of something good to write.
Also, do you want us to leave the stories here, or PM them to you or what?

Write the stories here! (Unless they are several pages, then maybe make it into a PDF, and provide a link)

 

[Spectral_Slayer]

Best of luck to everyone!