So...

I actually burnt down Seto's house. :/

Like, I didn't just set it on fire, I burnt it down.

Not my fault. Well, sort of. I had put some netherrack in the evil dimension tp room, and I lit in on fire, and I thought it'd be fine, since the room was iron. But apparently fire can travel through blocks to reach wood. Yeah. And almost the entire house burnt down, since I haven't been on the server lately to actually realize it was on fire. -.-

Yeah. I rebuilt most of it, but I need help, so... Help me out?

The server is at 1.8 now, but I screwed up the bukkit plugins. Whoops. So no /slap or /thor or /warp. Sowwie.

Chapter Seventeen: You Stupid Qat

Time: Approximately ten minutes later

Place: Seto's Basement

Sky's POV

"This is a bad idea."

"Shut up, you know nothing."

"I thought I was in charge!?"

"That doesn't mean you have a brain."

I growl at Evil-Ty as he ignores me completely and flips the lever by the dispenser in Seto's basement. Fire flies out of the dispenser and hits the floor on the other side of the room, near the acacia wood stairs. Thankfully, the floor is made of iron rather than wood, so the fire burns out quickly and doesn't really damage anything. "How are we supposed to pick up the fire?" I ask.

"We don't, numbskull. We're gonna suck up the fire," Evil-Ty says, rolling his eyes.

"Like, like eat it?"

He huffs. "No, you idiot! We'll use the old Dimension ritual to suck it into our veins."

My eyes widen. "W-What?" I squeak.

"Dude, chill out. It won't hurt. The bodies of everyone from our dimension are made to withstand the ritual and the aftereffects. You'll be fine," Evil-Ty explains. My eyes widen even more, if that's possible. I'm not from his dimension. This could end badly.

Dear Notch, please send my friends over here so they can stop us before I have to take part in a creepy Dimension ritual that might kill me.

"C'mon, Sky, we gonna do this or not?" E-Ty asks, flipping the lever again and then running to stand by the fire. As I jog to where he is, I realize that my health is irrelevant in this situation. What I should be worried about is the fact that Evil-Ty is about to infuse himself with fire. Um, hello! Does anyone else see a problem with this?

"Uh, wait," I say, pushing Evil-Ty gently away from the fire. "I'm going to pick up the fire on my own, okay? 'Cause I don't trust you, Mister."

"What? But it's my idea, I should get to at least hold some of the fire!" he protests, pouting at me.

"You can hold it, you just aren't going to suck it into your veins. I'll pick it up with a special... thing... and I'll give you some. It's less time consuming."

He crosses his arms and glares at me. "Fine, you stupid qat. Do it your way." He stomps up the stairs while I wonder what the heck a qat is. Seriously, what is it? Like, is it a form of a quack, or... Or a bat... Or a rat... Now I'm just thinking of rhyming words. Eh, whatever, I'll ask Seto for a definition when this is all over. Or, wait, I could just ask Evil-Ty, since we're 'friends.'

"Did you just call me a qat?" I ask, glancing over at where he's sitting halfway up the steps.

He nods, still glaring at me with his arms crossed.

"Well, what is a qat?"

"You. You're a qat."

"Yeah, but what's the actual definition?"

"I'm not talking to you anymore unless I get to hold the fire."

"Well, fine, I guess we just aren't talking anymore," I say, shrugging as I pat out the fire on the iron floor.

He huffs and continues glaring at me. I glare back at him, and then I turn around and start rifling through some of the chests across the room from the staircase. Seto's gotta have some kind of super silk touch in here somewhere, maybe I can use it to pick up the fire... "Yes!" I whisper triumphantly, pulling out a Silk Touch XXIV enchanted book. This should do the trick. But what do I enchant..? What do you mine fire with?

Evil-Ty huffs again. "Your fist, idiot, enchant your fist."

"You can't enchant your fist."

"Yes you can."

"Fine, do it, then."

Evil-Ty walks over to me, smirking. "Watch me." He grabs a random enchantment book and places his hand on an anvil. Then he slams the book down on his hand, and, because of Minecraft logic, his hand sparkles slightly and the book disappears. He pulls his hand away from the anvil. "I enchanted it with Sharpness I."

I raise an eyebrow, not believing it.

He punches me, taking three of my hearts.

"Woah!" I shout, jumping away from him. At least he's not angry. If he were angry and punching me, I'd probably break down. "Okay, fine, you win. You can definitely enchant your fists."

He nods. "You try."

I sigh and place my left hand down on the anvil. Then I slam the Silk Touch XXIV book down on it. Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt at all. The book disappears, leaving my hand to sparkle on its own on the anvil.

I pull my hand away and examine it. Alrighty, let's try this. I flip the switch by the dispenser, and then, slowly, as if trying to catch a small animal, I move towards the fire. Then I throw my fist at it-

And miss completely. Yeah, I'm not left handed, and I enchanted my left hand.

Evil-Ty chuckles. "Didn't think that one through too well, did ya?" I glare at him.

Then I turn back to the fire and move to the right a little so I have a smaller chance of missing it with my left hand. After several failed attempts, I actually manage to successfully mine the fire. "WOOHOO!" I yell. "VICTORY!"

Evil-Ty rolls his eyes. "Right, congrats. Now do it 63 more times and you'll have a full stack."

My jaw practically hits the floor, and I stare at him with wide eyes. "You expect me to do that 63 more times!?"

"Maybe more. We'll probably need more than just one stack of fire."

"WHY CAN'T WE JUST MAKE SOME FLINT AND STEEL LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE!?"

"Because, idiot. It's more fun to hold the fire. Come on, Sky, you've always loved fire! You've always cherished the feeling of having it in your hands, of having control of something so powerful. Why are you being all weird now?" Evil-Ty asks, furrowing his eyebrows. "There's really no particular reason to be weirded out by the fire, since we did this all the time back in our dimension."

"Uh-"

"Unless..," Evil-Ty begins, his eyes widening. "Unless you're not my Sky." He jumps up from where he was sitting on a crafting table. "YOU'RE NOT SKY, YOU'RE THIS DIMENSION'S SKY! YOU TRAITOROUS QAT!"

"FIRST OF ALL, I'M NOT A FREAKING QAT! SECOND, STOP ACCUSING ME OF BEING THE SKY FROM THIS DIMENSION, 'CAUSE I'M NOT!" I lie.

"THE REAL SKY WOULD KNOW WHAT A QAT IS!"

"WHY!?"

"BECAUSE WE MADE IT UP WHEN WE WERE JUST KIDS!"

It's always strange, hearing that this 'evil' person had a normal, innocent life before this stupid fiasco. "EXACTLY! AND I KNOW THAT BECAUSE I'M THE REAL SKY, YOU QAT! GEEZ!" I shout.

Evil-Ty glares at me suspiciously. "That's... I don't believe you at all."

"Oh yeah? Well... Well I can tell you something about our dimension that this dimension's Sky wouldn't know!" Oh my, what have I gotten myself into?

"Go ahead then, tell me!"

"I... Well... Um... #Seshur!"

His gaze softens. "W-What about it?"

"It was... It was canon. Seto and Bashur. Even though it seemed really unlikely, they got along really well, and... And now they're gone, because of what this dimension's Sky did," I say, a tear sliding down my face. I really feel terrible about that. I ruined so many lives!

But can we just talk about my indomitable improv skills!?

Evil-Ty runs towards me, and I hold my hands up in front of my face as a shield, but then... He hugs me. Evil-Ty hugs me, wrapping his arms around my torso and burying his head in my chest and crying. "I miss them, Sky! I miss all of them!" he sobs. Oh, good Notch, what do I do?

"U-Uh, I do, too, Ty... I do, too."

He quickly yanks away from me and wipes his eyes with his sleeve. "I-I'm sorry. I need to focus on the mission and stop thinking about what's already been done."

"No, no, it's fine!" I assure him. I seriously feel so bad right now. Even if this guy is completely and utterly evil, he's also completely and utterly innocent, in his own way. No one deserves to be alone, and this guy... He is. Evil-Sky was all he had left, and I killed Evil-Sky just a few days ago. Oh, man...

Evil-Ty lets out a shaky breath and turns back to the chests. "Thanks, Sky," he whispers. Then he jumps a little. "WAIT. I HAVE AN IDEA." He reaches inside one of the chests and pulls out an enchantment book.

"What enchantment is that?" I ask as his hand and the book collide on the anvil.

He grins as he looks at this sparkling hand. "Fire Aspect V," he replies happily, punching the ground, which immediately catches on fire. "I'm not actually holding the fire in my hand, but I'm making the fire come out of my hand, so I think that's close enough."

Oh, great. Now the dude has a fiery fist of fury.

Hey. I want a fiery fist of fury.

"Are there any more Fire Aspect enchantments?" I ask, leaning towards the chests.

"Yeah, there was one more, I think it was a four."

I put my hand into a chest and dig around until I feel a book. And Evil-Ty was right; it's a Fire Aspect IV. I quickly enchant my right hand with it, and then I turn back to Evil-Ty. "Okay, so what's the next step in our plan?"

"Now we have to walk over to Jerome's tree house and-" He's cut off by a loud explosion that sounds like it's right above our heads.

"WHAT THE EVER-LOVING JEB WAS THAT!?" I shriek, looking up at the ceiling and half-expecting it to come crumbling down on us.

"OH MY FRICK-FRACKING NOTCH, I DON'T KNOW, BUT IT SOUNDED CLOSE," Evil-Ty screeches, glancing around wildly. "WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!"

"I AGREE!" I yell, sprinting up the stairs with Evil-Ty right behind me. The first thing I hear when I reach the living room is:

"Oooh, I'm the ghost of IBMEC City!"

I raise an eyebrow and glance behind me at Evil-Ty, who just shrugs and puts a finger to his lips, instructing me to keep quiet.

"Bashur!" someone giggles. "You have to be quiet! Seto might have audio recorders, and we don't want him to know that we're the ones trolling his house!"

"But he won't know it's me; he'll think it's," Bashur changes his voice here to sound like a ghost, "the ghost of IBMEC City!" Then he pauses before speaking again in his normal, high-pitched voice. "Anyways, I'm not the one trolling his house, Bodil."

"But you're helping!"

"Don't care, I'm blaming you."

"But it isn't completely my fault!"

"I didn't say it was your fault, I said I was blaming you."

Evil-Ty snorts quietly. "Idiots," he whispers under his breath, smiling at me.

"Stupid qats," I mutter, smiling back. Evil-Ty giggles quietly.

This guy really isn't that bad.

xXx

OKAY. NUMBER ONE: PHENIOX89 AND I DISCOVERED THE WORD QAT WHILE PLAYING WORDS WITH FRIENDS, IT IS INDEED A LEGITIMATE WORD. I think it's some kind of plant.

TWO: Seshur just totally saved Sky's life right there. If it hadn't been for Seshur, Sky would have known next to nothing about Evil-Ty's dimension.

THREE: Uh... PIE.

I DUNNO. IT'S TEN-THIRTY AND I'M TIRED AND I JUST ATE HALF A BAG OF CHOCOLATE CHIPS AFTER WRITING YET ANOTHER SONG. I HAVE WRITTEN, LIKE... *counts papers*... EIGHT SONGS IN THE PAST MONTH. LIKE A FREAKING BOSS.

ALSO, I HAD PIE TODAY. I ACTUALLY DIDN'T HATE IT, WHICH IS WEIRD 'CAUSE I ACTUALLY USUALLY HATE PIE. BUT THIS PIE WAS CHOCOLATEY, SO I LIKED IT. SORT OF. IT WAS ALL MELTED, SO IT WAS JUST A PUDDLE OF CHOCOLATE. :D

AND MR. PEANUT WAFFLES/PEDROA7 INSPIRED THE 'GHOST OF IBMEC CITY' THING. GOOD TIMES, YUPPITY YUP YUP YUP.

Okay, I'm done with caps. I never actually use the 'caps lock' button, I just hold down 'shift' the entire freaking time.

Mmkay, baiii, Rulers.