The night was silent and no audible noise was made. The perfect conditions for an undisturbed sleep, yet Drake just couldn't sink into an undisturbed slumber. Although his eyes weary, his mind buzzed with an abundance of thoughts. He stared up at the wood ceiling, thinking of everything he had to. One of those thoughts being, how would he escape from EquestriaCraft? He pondered the very idea a lot, but got no further to a solution. He also wondered how his parents reacted to his sudden disappearance. He also missed his family dearly, his mother, father and even annoying little sister, he knew they would be heart broken, perhaps thinking he ran out on them, but he wouldn't do such a thing. This all made Drake feel desperate, like he would take almost any offer to go home. Back to the normal world, where there were no mobs, where his friend and family awaited, where he felt truly safe. However whenever he thought of that, he reminded himself of Crayton. The young stallion had offered him so much in his time of need, a place to stay and safety.
The constant thought made Drake wish further that he hadn't lied the Crayton, his only friend in this mysterious world. He hadn't known the young stallion long, yet he felt a bond towards him. It had only been a few days, but Drake felt like he would trust him, since he had welcomed Drake in as a total stranger. Drake admired the fact that Crayton was so independent out here, but at the same time wondered why he was alone. It was somewhat suspicious seeing as most ponies were social hungry, even Crayton seemed to have that trait. He laughed a lot and was very friendly, even enjoyed talking, and Drake knew very well he was hospitable. This all was so strange, a friendly pony who would seem to long for social interaction being alone out here, where Drake doubt many travelers came by. Drake sat up and glanced at Crayton who was sleeping on the wood floor.
I can't believe he wasn't kidding, Drake thought. He really did rather to sleep on the floor then be shoved out of this bed again.
Although on the cold floor, Crayton seemed comfortable and sound asleep. In fact he seemed quite content with being on the floor. Drake just quietly sighed, glancing around the small home. He didn't feel tired, just sorry for himself. He feared he wouldn't return home, to his family and friends. He remembered all that happened on the unfortunate night that brought him here. His computer and how it manically hypnotized him and whisked him away into this dangerous world. The more he thought of the memory the more he wondered on how. How could a computer achieve such a thing? How did it take him here? Drake knew it was impossible, computer weren't magical, they were electronic and there was certainly no unicorn out to get him, well at least from what he remembered. Everything happened so fast as though perfectly planned by some villainous mastermind. However if so, no plan was perfect and Drake guessed that he may find out what really happened. Drake continued his long stare well he longed to be at home. He closed his eyes, shutting them tightly in hopes this was somehow all a dream, yet he opened them to the same ceiling.
With every passing second his hopes diminished and his mind shortly decided he was trapped here until further notice. After countless hours of planning, nothing came together, it all led in a pointless direction that would never be achieved and draw him closer to his desires for freedom. All it proved was that it was near to impossible to escape EquestriaCraft. Drake released a long breath, for it was possible he may never see his family or friends ever again. This made his stomach twist into knots and his face feel hot. He wanted to cry, yet he had no desire to awaken Crayton and tell him the truth. So there he laid in the silent darkness.
I already lied to him, he might hate liars and besides its all really dramatic and I have no plans to bring it up. Yet he is my only ally, but at the same time I am not sure. There are a few things he said that throws me off. Like he is dodgy about his past and every time its brought up he snaps at me. That's kind of odd, right? Drake thought.
Once again he sat up and looked at Crayton, wondering what was so bad about his past. Drake however knew it would be rude to pry it out of him, that was the reason he ignored the suspicious acts, but at the same time it intrigued his greatly. Drake had no idea of what may have happened to the young stallion to make him so closed off about his past. It was odd and Drake didn't know what to really say. Yet as Drake would normally do, he ignored it, knowing it would just agitate Crayton. Besides, he felt like Crayton didn't deserve that since he had been lying to him. With that thought fresh in his mind he laid back down, curling up in another attempt for slumber. It took a few minutes until the darkness he longed for arrived and allowed him to sleep for the rest of the night.