Are you still giving me the silent treatment? All's Minecrafter form gazed at Max mournfully.

Max nodded and dug her axe deeper into the tree. You bet your Nether ugly face I am! You don't lie to someone about a insane Goddess who's supposedly trying to kill them! She thought silently.

The voices Max heard four years ago, when Ender was still alive, was actually All. Just different personalities. She hadn't spoken to It since. Because, really. You can't expect to tell someone that someone was evil (still debatable), and get away with it. Max knew she could be overreacting, but All used to be the only one she could trust, the only one who she could expect the truth from.

Max finished collecting wood from the tree, and moved to the next. She needed the planks to make Wither a lower level on her tree-house. He didn't like how high up her main floor was.

You can't ignore me forever, my Akroatis. Max simply glared at All's apparition with a look that said 'Yes, I can'.

Max, you know four years is too long to hold a grudge.

Max felt herself snap. "How would you feel if every word I told you was a lie?!"

Max, calm down. The unwilling Akroatis was attacked by the relief that Max could still hear It, even though she purposely ignored It.

"No! Just because you've always had your way when things get tough, doesn't mean I have to listen to a flaming word you say!" Max almost broke her axe on the next swing.

Max, Ender was upset with me. You know that. She was exaggerating. All moved forwards to touch Max's arm in a comforting way.

Max quickly yanked her axe out of the wood, and held it in a threatening manner. "Don't touch me." She spoke softly. Willing All with her eyes to burn in the sun, just like the zombies. "Was She exaggerating about you torturing Her?"

All hesitated for a moment. How come you believe Her? You know She was insane.

"I also know you just changed the subject." Max pushed past All roughly and headed in the general direction of her home.

Why are you talking to me? All asked softly.

The only thing It doesn't know. Max thought, a bit smug. Then she shook her head. "I just can't take it anymore. Now leave me alone or Your head is coming off."

You know that wouldn't work as well as you would hope, Max. All said. But It faded away nonetheless.

Max sighed in relief. Then smacked herself in the face. How could she have responded to All? She had been so angry. Why did All have to nag her when she was tired and hungry from chopping down trees for a week?

Because It's manipulative.

"You leave me alone, too." Max glared at the air.

Oh, She speaks! The mighty Max has bent down low enough to speak to me!

"All, stop it." Max found this form of All the most annoying. But then again, It was kind of It's job to be annoying. It was evil after all.

Why? So you can ignore all my genius ideas of taking revenge?

"Yes." She said blankly.

Fine. You're no fun.

"Exactly." If she couldn't ignore All, she would become as boring as a rock until It left her alone. She walked down the dirt path, planting saplings as she went. The fact that trees had been so scarce in the beginning because of Minecrafters, never left her mind when she murdered the leafy wood.

"Wither! Stop hogging the couch!" Max called out once she reached the top of her tree house. She and the God had become close over the years. When Max isolated herself, He stuck around, no matter how many pots she threw at Him. Then He got her talking, she opened up to Him. Told Him about her past, her hatred of bleeding, her odd love of tea. He was the only one she told those things. Only All knew her better, but It had just known this stuff, she had to tell Wither, actually talk. He, in turn, allowed her to use Him a lab rat of sorts, she would make things like cannons and non-land damaging TNT and try them out on Him. But she also cooked because she wasn't that cruel, and the end result was food, which both Wither and Max enjoyed immensely.

"I'm not on the couch!" Wither yelled back. "Why do you always think that?"

"Because you're always on it! It's turned from blue to grey somehow! Actually, how'd you do that?" Max went looking for her friend.

"Magic! Ahhh!" He jumped when He turned around and she was right in front of Him. "Don't do that!"

"Why? Because you're a creeper?"

"I am not afraid of everything! You just startled me, that's all."

"Uh-huh. Right. What are you doing?" Max tried to peer around Him to see, but He quickly stepped in front of it, blocking her view.

"No! Don't look! You'll spoil the surprise!" At Max's confused look, He added, "Your birthday. Did you forget?"

Yes. She had forgotten completely that she would turn twenty-one in a week. She nodded sheepishly.

Wither sighed, then pushed her out of His room. "You've been working too hard again. You really need to learn your limit."

"I know exactly where my limit is." Max retorted. "You should have your own level in about a week if you stop nagging me about taking breaks. Besides, my mind is just on other things." Wither closed the door behind Him. Her tree-house hadn't changed much. Her farm was more efficient, Wither had a place to stay, and a previously blue couch had been added to the dining area.

"If I didn't 'nag' you, you would have worked yourself to death by now!" He continued pushing her to her room.

"I wouldn't have to work so much if you helped."

"That's just hurtful." He mock pouted. "How about this, I'll cook until you're finished building."

"Please no, With. You know you're the worst cook ever." Max glanced at her kitchen, which He had managed to almost burn down while making tea.

Wither also looked at the burn marks. "Point taken."

Just a filler chapter of sorts, explaining what has happened. Does anyone else find it slightly strange that I always skip a couple of years? Meh.

I need inspiration for a cover. Anybody have an idea?

So for anyone who doesn't understand: Max has isolated herself from All, but to do that she needs to isolate herself from everything. Wither was stubborn and wouldn't go away, so she just let Him stay, and they became close friends.

I hope you enjoyed!