“Right, wood.” Sam’s first thought was, wood logs made planks, planks made a crafting bench, and then the crafting bench made-
“Ow…” He held his head, Recipes, Blueprints and instructions flooded his head, Bread, focusing crystal, even a recipe to make weapons, which even he barely understood.
He shook his head, he flipped his pickaxe once in the air before catching it. It was time to get some wood.
...And immediately regretted leaving the castle. Three wolves were sitting in the courtyard outside. If they were normal wolves he wouldn’t be scared as they’d be neutral, but no, these were hulking monstrosities that stood nearly as tall as his shoulders, had green glowing eyes, and were made out of wood, twigs, logs, and anything else that belonged on a tree and not a living being.
“Okay, back awa-” his words were interrupted as two of the wolves moved faster than he could think, he stretched his arm back, ready to swing his pickaxe before he suddenly didn’t feel his arm anymore.
He looked down. Oh look, his right arm was gone, he wondered where the blood went, when he belatedly realized he was still in combat and the second had just bit at his leg. He didn’t fall however as the hits actually felt like having a pillow thrown at him. His slow mind wondered about the third as he stared down a wooden maw that smelled like a public restroom-
“Oooh fuck… Dying sucks.” He moaned as he was staring up at the ruined castle roof again. He didn’t actually feel terrible, he actually felt great. Well, his body at least, his ego was bruised at being beaten by growling trees.
“Alright, round two,” he said, realizing that all of his items were still within his inventory. He pushed the doors open, his pickaxe held in front of his chest. Of course the wolves were still there, probably wondering where their three course meal went after they killed it.
He ran at them, of course he could never be faster than the instincts of predators, so they noticed him. With the dint of his pickaxe he bashed one aside, the other’s claws raking his side, causing pain, but for some reason his shirt was completely intact. Although he did now notice his hearts above his hotbar.
He swung his pickaxe overhead down on the lazy leader and his previous killer. Embedding it with a large thunk. He didn’t even think about what he was doing as he jumped up using the pickaxe as leverage. One of the two wolves crashed into their leader, scattering them into piles of twigs and leaves, and freeing his pickaxe with no effort from him.
“Did I just-” he said as he landed on his feet, before the third wolf made its presence known by clawing him in the back. He turned to face that one before two bites on the back of his neck and leg summarily sent his hearts to zero.
He groaned as he shielded his eyes from the sunlight filtering through the same roof he’d spawned under three times now. Those creatures were stupid! Eight hearts of damage, false death? Or are they unkillable? Whichever one, he was tired of them!
He began punching the door in anger, picturing them just beyond it. When his fist met nothing but air he jolted, looking at the wooden planks in his inventory, and the cube shaped hole in the door around the size of his head. He had forgotten this was Minecraft, and that he was surrounded by wood and stone, while it might delay his rebuilding efforts, he wasn’t leaving the safety of this castle till he had a full set of Iron armor!
Silphen soon found the gingerbread looking house, taking note that it was boarded up and the lights were off. He sighed and knocked on the boards, calling out as he did, "Hello? You lot are treating me like you did that zebra in the forest."
The effect was… not what he was expecting. He thought they'd just tell him he was wrong, not to tear the boards off and tackle him to the ground in a bundle of cotton candy smelling mane and yellow feathers. "Pinkie! Why did you go and tackle Fluttershy like that!?" Came a shout from… someone that was still inside.
"HiI'mPinkiePie!Areyounewintown?Youhavetobenewintown,I'msureIwouldrecognize-" Pinkie started, her mouth going at an unnatural pace before Fluttershy squirmed out from under her and pried the pink pony off of the unfortunate souls beneath them.
"I'm sorry for that… Everypony here is still very cautious and that tends to make them… Racist…" Fluttershy said, now that she could speak with him herself.
"All good… Hey, why aren't there any guards out here? Surely if something dangerous did happen guards would be the first to respond, right…?" Silphen asked, wincing as he had a minor headache suddenly.
At this point Twilight, being in her Alicorn form, stepped out with a sigh and answered, "Because there's not a single Noble in Canterlot willing to come down here and bother themselves with Ponyville, a village started by a group of apple farmers. I've actually spoken with Princess Celestia about it myself on a few occasions…"
Silphen was caught off guard by that detail, and turned to look at her. "Seriously? All that, because of how the village started…? Seems kinda stupid if you ask me…"
"Yeah, well nobody asked you, ya wolf looking freak! So fu-ack!" Rainbow Dash started, zipping up to his face before a lasso flew over her head and yanked her back.
"Language, lil missy! There ah still foals round here!" Applejack scolded, glaring daggers at the pegasus.
"And really, darling, you'll never find a good stallion with such a foul mouth. Have you even given any thought to those stallions I sent your way~?" Came the regal voice of Rarity as she helped Applejack get her lasso off of Rainbow, who had somehow managed to get tangled in it like a cat in a ball of yarn.
"Why the f- why the hay would I, Rarity? None of them can keep up with somepony as awesome as me!" Rainbow shot back, breaking down into a three way argument with them.
"Some… interesting faces, I guess…" Silphen then stopped as he felt something petting him. He slowly turned and saw that it was Fluttershy, who was humming a faint melody as she did. "Uh… Fluttershy, right? Why uh… why are you petting me…?"
Fluttershy giggled faintly before floating back a bit. "Sorry, it's just that I've never seen a wolf like you before! Do you want to talk about how you got like this?"
Silphen stopped, his brain shutting down as it tried to process what she had just told him. He wasn't in a costume anymore… he WAS the costume… He WAS Silphen Dardo now. 'But surely Fluttershy would've felt that his fur was different right…? Wait, no, she wouldn't have because the metal is soft, like actual fur… Fuck, how did this happen! Do I tell them about the show? No, that would cause more problems than solutions, and the majority of them would be from Twilight… Doubly so if she's anything like she is in the show. Brr… Do NOT need a Twillypanic. Wait! What season am I in!? Twilight has her wings, so post season 3 finale… Fuck, I hope I don't have to deal with Tirek… Wait, no, I will, because there's not a giant crystal tree castle in the middle of town! Goddammit! What fucking season am I in, and why is Celestia staring me down?'
"Hello, dark mage. Care to explain yourself?" The solar diarch asked, seeing that Silphen finally registered she was glaring at him.
"Princess, please! We don't know if the wolf has dark magics, or if he was simply an unfortunate side effect like Cerberus!" Twilight pleaded, trying to assuage her mentor's wrath.
"If it helps any…? I don't plan to actually use them… Hell, I don't even know how to cast, I just grabbed a robe and one of the books and ran!" Silphen said, playing along with the 'innocent wolf' image that was already constructed for him.
"See, Twilight!? The mutt does know dark magic! Therefore it must be purged!" Celestia roared out, preparing to blast Silphen into nothingness. There was a flash that blinded everypony just before Celestia's beam struck him… but when they could see again, there was nothing but a smoking crater where he had been. Twilight was the only one truly aware he was still alive. Of course, she would tell her friends later, provided they swore to keep it secret that is. She just hoped the wolf would survive where she sent him...