Hello my galaxies! Lady A here, and I know what you're thinking; Lady A, really? Another story?

Welllll, this story has No oc's at all, and is solely based on Yters.

i know, gasp, no ocs, shocking.

but, anyways, there are a few reasons why I decided to write this story:

1. I wanted a story without any ocs in it

2. This story is just to get me inspired for any other storiez

3. It's more of a stress-reliever, because unlike my other stories, I won't have a writing schedule, and I can write for this whenever I feel like it!

so anyways, as said above, this'll be updated whenever I feel like it, or whenever I need to get rid of some stress.

Reviews, follows, and favorites are appreciated, and I'll see you all at the end of this chapter!

Enjoy!

Chapter One

Adam stood near his friends near the Nether Portal, trying not to get pushed in.

"You know guys, as much as I'd love to go, I promised... Uh... Quentin I'd play a mini game with him!" He said, a panicked edge in his voice.

"What's the matter Adam?" Ty joked, "Scared Herobrine's gonna get ya?"

"What? Of course not! I just had previous plans! You know how I like to stick to my plans!" Adam laughed nervously, pushing his glasses further up his nose.

Seto gave him a suspicious glance, and turned to Ty, "Come on Ty, I need this Nether Quartz for a potion I've been wanting to make for a while."

Ty huffed, "Okay, fine." Then turned to the portal, which swirled like imminent death to Adam, and adventure to Ty.

"Thanks for the ride, Adam. We'll call you when we need to be picked up." Seto said, then turned to Ty, "Okay, let's go."

The jumped into the portal, and Adam watched as they disappeared into the fiery place. Adam sighed, relieved that he had gotten out of that.

Thank Notch for lying! He thought, or else I'd be dead.

He shivered at the thought of going back to that place, especially since... He stopped, not being able to continue that thought. He walked back to his car, and got in, starting it up.

"Oh my Notch!" He yelped, "I have a Survival Games with Tyler and Sub in ten minutes!"

He sped down the road, easily breaking the speed limit by ten miles. He got to the Arena within five minutes, and wasn't stopped by any cops.

"Adam! There you are! I thought we were going to have to wait for the next game!" Tyler said, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Sub nodded in agreement, and pointed to a man in a security jacket, yelling, "Last call for the seventh survival games today!"

The three quickly rushed there, and got in their pods, preparing for the game.

Ty grabbed his pick axe from his backpack, and started to mine nether quartz while Seto grabbed some nether wart from a nearby fortress. As Seto collected all the wart, Ty walked up behind him, swing his pick axe before placing it in his backpack once more.

"Hey Seto, was it just me, or was Adam acting strangely?" He asked, handing the quartz to Seto.

"It's Adam, are you surprised?" Seto replied, putting the quartz in his own backpack.

Ty rolled his eyes, "I mean weirder than normal, as if something wasn't right with him going to the Nether?"

"Hey man, I don't judge." Seto shrugged, "Adam stays away from the Nether, Jason normally stays away from enclosed spaces. Jerome normally steers clear of cities, unless it's for SG, Mitch normally stays away from anything high or Aether related, Ian with hosptials. Quentin and deserts, you and the End. Normally, I stay away from wizards and other sorcerers. But you know, we're Team Crafted, a bunch of famous weirdos. What do you expect?"

Ty sighed, "I guess you're right.. Hey, how long do you think we were in here?"

"Time in the Nether flows differently than time in the overworked Ty. But if I had to take a guess, probably a few hours." Seto just walked towards the portal and went through.

Ty sighed again, before jumping in the portal after him.

Mitch looked down, the jump seemed longer than it actually was, and higher.

"Jerome, are you sure it's safe?" Mitch called down to his bacca.

"It's perfectly safe biggums! Trust me!" He yelled, brown fur being blown by the wind.

Mitch took a deep breath, rubbing his dog tags around his neck, and took another look down the jump.

The two were doing a "Sky-High" parkour map, and Mitch wasn't having too much fun. Jerome loved parkour, in most situations, and Mitch was okay with it, but he hated it when it was too high, like this one.

Standing on the light blue wool block, he looked down once more, closed his eyes, and jumped. He landed on the darker blue wool next to Jerome within seconds.

"You okay biggums?" Jerome asked, "Has anything been bothering you?"

Mitch shakes his head, "I-I'm fine," he said, clutching his dog tags like the world depended on it.

"Okay then... You ready for the next jump?"

Mitch nodded, and jumped to the next block, which was a deep purple color.

The two finished the parkour within ten minutes, and by the end, Mitch was as pale as a sheet of paper.

"Mitch, are you sure you're okay? Parkour hasn't been this bad for you before... I should get you back home, and let you get some rest-"

Mitch interrupted him, "I'll be fine if I get a hunger games, especially with some Katniss shots!" He said, laughing weakly.

"My God," Jerome groaned, and they exited the Parkour map. "You are getting some rest, and that is final!"

"But-"

"Nope!"

Mitch sighed, knowing he wouldn't win this argument, "Find, let's go home."

"Come on fish! Stop being a fish!" Ian groaned, smacking Quentin with a fishing rod.

"I'M NOT A FISH, I'M AN AMPHIBIAN!" Quentin screamed, and lunged towards Ian.

The two were doing a round of Sumotori after a really long adventure map.

They wrestled, and Quentin was somehow overpowering the, normally, stronger male.

"Any last words before I win Sumotori?" Quentin asked, holding Ian over the edge by the shoulders.

"Actually, quiet a few! Thanks for asking! Well, Ssunkips is-"

Quentin dropped Ian before he could finish. Ian screamed as he was dropped, and died by hitting the ground too hard, quickly respawning and going into creative mode.

"Well, thanks for watching! We hope you enjoyed, and if you did then leave a like!" Quentin said, ending the video, "Okay, do do-do!" He said, waving goodbye to the camera.

"Okay, let's go get some food, I'm starving," Ian said as he left the server.

Quentin chuckled, following suit, "I know what you mean!"

Ian cocked his head to the side, "I wonder what the others are doing."

"Well, if they're still the same people we know and somewhat love, Adam's either dying in SG or killing squids, Ty is blowing something up, Jerome and Mitch are either doing SG, parkour, or eating. Seto would be brewing a potion, and Jason would be mixing some music." Quentin said.

"Hmm, seems legit." Ian replied, and they started to walk to the TC house, the sun setting behind them.

So, I hope you enjoyed,many if you did, then remember, reviews, favorites, and follows are appreciated if you did.

Now before I let you leave, you have to know, I do not watch half of the people of team crafted, so I'm sorry if I make any too OOC, and if I make a mistake in a reference, then please tell me so I can fix it!

okay, so I'll see y'all in the next update!

Peace out

-Lady A