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  The Accidental Minecraft Family

  Book 15

  By: Pixel Ate

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  Chapter 1

  “Best day EVER!” Birgitta shouted as she danced with the golden apple and potion of weakness in her hands.

  “Let’s go save some villagers!” Kate pumped her fist in the air, and they piled out of the large house.

  “This way,” Jack said, leading them to a nearby house that was much smaller and had a metal workshop on one side. “This must be a blacksmith.”

  “Let me go first.” Dad put his hand on Jack’s shoulder, took his shield out, and walked into the house with his shield in front of him. As soon as both feet were through the door, a zombified villager lurched at him, pounding on the shield and trying to eat him.

  “Oh no you don’t!” Dad said, protecting himself from the attacks. He pointed at the ground and quickly threw dirt blocks out, surrounding the zombified villager.

  It groaned as it waved its arms at Dad trying to get to him, but was well and truly trapped, encased in a dirt prison. “Clear!” Dad shouted over his shoulder towards the door.

  Birgitta peaked her head through the door then slowly stepped inside, her hands shaking from nervousness. The other villagers followed behind, keeping their distance. A tear formed in Birgitta’s eye as she saw her onetime friend and blacksmith of the village, who was in a terrible state. He looked awful but was still recognizable under all the dirt and grime and... who knows what else. She shuttered.

  “Alright, here we go.” She squeezed her eyes closed and tossed the potion on the zombified villager with a crash of glass and splash of liquid. The zombified villager growled. He shook his head and little drops of potion flew off, but he was otherwise unharmed.

  Black swirly motes of light started floating off him, and Birgitta gave him the apple.

  The zombified villager chomped down the golden apple and started shaking, the black swirls turning deep red. The shaking became more and more violent with every passing second. “Is it working?” Mom asked, her forehead wrinkled with worry.

  Birgitta shrugged. “I hope so.”

  Dad cleared his throat. “Me too, it doesn’t look very pleasant.”

  The zombified villager shook and thrashed and thrashed and shook.

  “I’ve never seen this before,” Kate said.

  “Me either. It’s taking a long time,” Jack added.

  The zombified village thrashed and shook and shook and thrashed.

  “I don’t think-” Mom started, but gasped in surprise when the zombified villager turned into a normal villager, his skin clear and his clothes no longer rags. “OH MY!”

  Chapter 2

  “Wh-what's going on?” The ex-zombified villager- now just a regular villager- looked around at the people surrounding him, his wide gaze darting from person to person. His eyes focused on Birgitta, and he let out a breath he seemed to be holding. “Librarian? Where are we? Who are ... OH NO! WE’RE UNDER ATTACK!” He desperately tried- and failed- to free himself from the blocks surrounding him.

  “Shhh, it’s okay, calm down,” Birgitta said gently. The villager did not calm down. “Henry!” She waved her hand in front of the blacksmith’s face. “Henry, it’s okay! The attack is over!”

  Henry, the blacksmith, shook his head. He blinked rapidly, looking around, trying to figure out what everyone else knew and he didn’t. “It’s over? Who? What? Where? When?”

  “And why!” Jack shouted. Mom gave him ‘The Look.’

  “Mr. Smith, could you please release him?” Birgitta pointed to the dirt blocks around the villager.

  “Oh, right.” Dad mined the blocks keeping Henry trapped. “Sorry about that.”

  Birgitta gave him a big hug, and he calmed down a little. She stepped back and gestured towards the family. “Henry, this is the Smith family. They helped me turn you from a zombie back into a villager.”

  Henry’s mouth fell open. “I was a ZOMBIE!?”

  Birgitta nodded.

  “Gross! Did I eat any... brains?”

  Birgitta chuckled. “No Henry, at least I don’t think so. You’ve been trapped in this house. But the village...” Birgitta hung her head. “The village was destroyed in the raid. I was kidnapped and everyone else who survived... turned into zombies.”

  Henry’s face fell. “So, it wasn’t all just some horrible nightmare.”

  Birgitta shook her head. “No. It was horrible, though. And there’s more.” She winced. “We have to leave right away because the pillagers might come back.”

  “Leave? But this is our home!”

  Birgitta shook her head. “It was our home. Now it’s home to bad memories and spiderwebs.”

  Dad cleared his throat. “We have a new home ready for you. It isn’t the same but if you give it a chance, we think you’ll grow to like it. There are lots of houses and others who can help defend it.”

  “And gardens,” Mom said. “Don’t forget the gardens.”

  Birgitta nodded. “These people are respawners. They can teach us how to mine and craft and have made friends in many places. They want us all to be together so we can be safe and look out for each other.”

  Henry looked at them, one after another. “Respawners? I thought that was just a myth.”

  Birgitta shook her head. “No, it’s not a myth.”

  “Here in the flesh,” Dad said, standing a little taller.

  Henry looked around the inside of his house, which was covered in spider webs. He blew out a breath. “I’m going to miss this place.”

  Chapter 3

  The next house they came to was a simple one, and they repeated the process. Birgitta was especially nervous the whole time they waited and couldn’t even watch as the potion and golden apple did their magic. Soon the process completed, and a farmer stood before them. Birgitta choked on a sob and rushed to hug the girl. “Maddy!”

  The farmer girl shook her head and held her friend at arm's length. “What in tarnation is going on around here? Who are all these people?”

  Birgitta hugged her again, a huge smile on her face. “Maddy, these are my friends, the Smiths. They’re respawners like I always told you about.”

  “You mean the stories you would read?” Maddy’s eyebrows arched over each eye like a tent.

  Birgitta nodded so excitedly it seemed her head would pop right off. “Yes! They cured you from being a zombified villager.” She turned to the family. “Everyone, this is Maddy, my best friend. We spawned together and grew up together. She likes gardening more than anyone I know!”

  “Oh wonderful!” Mom said and rushed in to hug their new villager. Maddy looked a little concerned about this stranger’s hug at first, but no one- not even a recently un-zombified farmer villager- could resist a Mom hug.

  Five more times they had similar conversations as they cured the rest of the zombified villagers. It was late in the afternoon by the time they were finished. After the third zombified villager was cured, Mom excused herself. She wasn’t needed for the process, but she was needed for the celebration. br />
  She crafted some tables in the center of the village and got to work making delicious celebratory pumpkin pies.

  When Birgitta and the others came to the village center, Mom smiled, a pie in each hand. “I know it’s been a hard day for many of you- a hard, well, however long it’s been. Waking up and finding the world changed from what it was before you were zombified. I can’t imagine what that’s like, but I do know one thing; it probably made you hungry. So, here! Eat eat!” She gestured to the tables covered in pies, then at a furnace she had going. “There's pie to start, and delicious cooked chicken to go with it.”

  “The chicken wasn’t green, was it Mom?” Jack asked.

  Mom rolled her eyes. “No, Jack.”

  “Whew,” Jack said. “There would’ve been explosive repercussions if it was!”

  The villagers mingled, feasting on the delicious food Mom made, reconnecting with each other and getting to know the Smiths, double-E’s, and others. Eventually Birgitta got out her music player and upbeat notes filled the air. Everyone formed a circle, smiling and clapping to the tune, while Birgitta, Charlotte and Marigold began a well-choreographed dance.

  “I know that one!” one of the cured villagers- a female cleric- said.

  “Come on, Clarissa, join us!” Birgitta gestured to her.

  Clarissa joined in and soon the other villagers from Birgitta’s village were all in the middle, doing the dance. The double-E’s and the Smith family clapped along to the music, cheering them on. Soon even Kate joined in, doing a half-decent job with the moves.

  Dad put his arm around Mom’s shoulders and squeezed. “Birgitta must really love to dance, if this entire village knows her dance moves.”

  Mom chuckled. “I’ll say. Look at them go.”

  Everyone seemed content to dance the night away, but nothing good happens after dark. Dad rubbed his hands together and stood on top of a dirt block. “Alright everyone, we should get to bed before the mobs come out. We have a big day tomorrow.”

  “What happens tomorrow?” one of the cured villagers asked.

  “Tomorrow,” Dad said, “we go to your new home.”

  Chapter 4

  Dad was already awake, sitting up in bed from a bad dream, when Mom woke up. “What’s wrong, honey?” she asked.

  Dad sighed out a huge breath. “I think it’s this curse. It’s giving me nightmares. It’s like I can feel Ortho watching me. And if that’s not bad enough, I just keep picturing me leading them here to all these defenseless villagers.”

  Mom sat up and rubbed his back. “We need to break the curse. We should ask Birgitta about it. Maybe she has heard of a way to break curses.”

  Dad sighed. “I just hope it doesn’t involve seeing a witch.”

  Mom laughed and stretched. “We may as well get ready. I’ll get breakfast.” She stood from the bed and peeked out the window.

  “Any sign of a massive army with a big, ugly mutant pillager leading it?” Dad asked.

  Mom gave him a flat look. “No, but there are still mobs out there. How annoying!” She watched as a zombie wandered around the village, the light of the sun still not breaking over the houses yet. She knew as soon as it did, the zombie would burn up, but before it could, a black streak shot off the roof of their house and landed on the zombie’s head.

  “MEOW!” Bruce shouted and sliced and scratched and clawed the zombie, who began running around frantically. Bruce did a pirouette on the zombie’s head with his claws, and POOF! The zombie turned into a cloud, dropping Bruce to the ground. Bruce eyed the rotten flesh, licking his lips.

  “Don’t you do it, Bruce!” Mom yelled through the window, so loud that it woke up the rest of her family.

  Bruce looked up at the sound of her voice, looking all around. Then he saw her in the window, and his eyes narrowed.

  “Bruuuuuce...” Mom said, giving him ‘The Look.’

  Bruce watched her, crawling towards the rotten flesh, his tail twitching.

  “NO BRUCE!” Mom shouted.

  Bruce licked his lips and opened his mouth.

  “Bad kitty!” Mom shouted.

  Bruce took a nibble.

  “Bruce! You are going to be in big trouble!” She gave the cat ‘The Look’ even harder.

  Bruce grabbed the rotten flesh with his teeth, tossed it into the air, then snatched it up and gobbled the whole thing down happily, his tail swishing. He didn’t look back at Mom as he began cleaning his paws.

  “Darn cat!” Mom yelled.

  Chapter 5

  Mom’s yelling had woken up the entire village and everyone came out of their homes, yawns on their faces.

  “KITTY!” Elijah shouted as soon as he saw Bruce and ran to pick him up. Bruce wasn’t fast enough, and the villager scooped him into a giant hug. The squeezing pushed out some nasty green fog from his butt.

  “Ack!” Elijah screamed, grabbing his big villager nose and waving his hand in front of his face, dropping Bruce in the process. “Why do I keep forgetting about that!?”

  Dad stood in the middle of the village looking out at the villagers, amazed at how many there were. He smiled when he thought about how much help they were providing to so many people. How far they had come since that first day they woke up in the game, having no idea where they were.

  He threw down another dirt block and stood atop it, talking loudly to the crowd. “Good morning everyone! I hope you eat a large and healthy breakfast because after that, we’re hitting the road!”

  “Why would we hit a road?” a villager asked.

  “Yeah, is it dangerous?” another asked.

  “What’s a road?” asked yet another.

  “Roads are scary!” shouted another.

  Jack laughed and Dad shot him a look and cleared his throat. “What I- ahem- mean, is we are going to leave. We are going to move all of you to a large and safe kingdom village, where there are others who know how to fight so you can live in peace and learn to thrive!”

  There were a few quiet claps and head nods.

  “And I have PIE!” Mom said.

  Everyone cheered. Dad shook his head. “After you eat, you need to pack up all your things. If you need help, just ask.” He didn’t know if anyone heard him since from the word ‘pie’ they had all been focused on their delicious breakfast.

  He climbed off his dirt block and made his way over to Birgitta, who was seated with one of the cured villagers, a man with a white apron. “Excuse me,” he said, interrupting. “Birgitta, could I talk to you about something?”

  Birgitta gave Dad a huge smile. She had been so much happier since they had saved her villagers. “Oh sure, Mr. Smith.” She turned toward the villager next to her. “This is Myron, our village butcher.”

  Dad held out his hand towards the butcher. “Nice to meat you Myron... get it? MEAT?”

  Myron smirked. “Hardy har, I’ve heard that one a million times before.”

  “Oh,” Dad said, “my mis-steak. I guess that one is pretty well-done.”

  Myron cocked his head at Dad, an eyebrow raised. He looked at Birgitta. “Are you sure these people are the ones that can help us? The steaks are really high.”

  Dad frowned. “Hey just because I like to make... wait a minute... did you just...?”

  Myron chuckled. “If you can’t take the heat of my jokes, better get out of my grill.”

  Dad’s jaw dropped. When he finally gathered himself, he rubbed his chin and said, “I like you.”

  Myron laughed, a big belly-shaking laugh. “You’re not too bad yourself.”

  Dad shook his head, a huge grin on his face. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Myron. I do have to ask Birgitta something important though.”

  Myron nodded. “Nice to meet you, too. I should go pack up my smoker now.” He walked off towards his house.

  Dad nodded and turned to Birgitta. “Now then, waitaminutedidhesaysmoker?!” He turned and ran after Myron.

  Birgitta stood there, blinking, having no idea what had just happened.
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  Chapter 6

  “Where’s your father?” Mom asked Kate.

  Kate shrugged. “I haven't seen him since breakfast.”

  Jack also shrugged. “Me either.”

  Mom huffed, wandering around the gathered villagers. Everyone was all packed up, standing around just waiting, but she couldn’t find her husband anywhere. She put her hands on her hips, turning around slowly, looking up and down, left and right. He wasn’t anywhere she could see. There were the animals, there were the villagers, there were the houses and there was Bruce, drooling.