by Mark Mulle
The Doppelganger: Book One – Steve’s Chance
By Mark Mulle
Copyright 2014 Mark Mulle
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Author’s Note
This short story is for your reading pleasure. The characters in this "Minecraft Adventure Series" such as Steve, Endermen or Herobrine...etc are based on the Minecraft Game coming from Minecraft ®/TM & © 2009-2013 Mojang / Notch
Other Books in The Doppelganger Trilogy
The Doppelganger, Book Two – Steve vs. Herobrine
The Doppelganger, Book Three: The Ender Dragon Reborn
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
About This Author
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Chapter One
He had made it out on his own at last. Realizing this made him smile and jump for joy and almost made him wonder if it was a dream, but it wasn’t. When he stared at the house he had built, it was all too real. It wasn’t the fanciest house, and Steve didn’t consider himself an architect by any means. The chimney looked a little misaligned, the windows a bit low, but it was livable, which was what Steve honestly cared about at the moment. He was away from his hometown and ready to start anew, a boy slowly becoming a man.
Steve had always wanted to move out of his one-horse town, but he also wanted to have a home in the country. So he built his house right outside the expansive town of Chance, where opportunity was said to thrive. He’d have plenty of room to build a farm and make a garden, all while actually having something to do and job offers unlike his hometown of Daint.
Steve walked inside his house. He still needed to buy or make some furniture. He had brought his bed from his home, but the bed was worn out. Just like he needed a fresh start, he desired a fresh bed as well.
Steve looked around in his room, noticing the single picture that was hanging on the wall. Despite the fact that he left his family and wanted to go his own way, he wanted a reminder of who had raised him. In the picture was Steve, his parents holding his hands. Steve was just a child then, and he wasn’t even looking directly in the frame. Instead he was looking down at a pig that had passed through. This was really the only childhood photo he had on him. According to his parents, they lost most of the photos in an unforeseen accident. They wouldn’t elaborate, but Steve never asked. He assumed that his parents were upset over losing his most precious photos.
Steve would return to visit his parents someday, but for now he wanted to make his own life. He looked at his house some more, seeing what it needed. It needed a kitchen, that was for sure, as well as some food. Well, he could probably handle the food part, as the food stands were usually at the entrance of Chance. So Steve got out and started going to Chance. His stomach was growling, and he needed some nourishment. He saw the town in the distance. It had some fairly tall buildings and even a giant structure at the end where the ruler resided. The whole town was enclosed by a wall, so he looked for the gate. Once he saw it, he approached the two guards in front of it.
“Say, you look a bit familiar. Did you come here recently?” one of the guards asked.
Steve shook his head. “No, sir. I’ve just arrived.”
“Well, our eyes must be playing tricks on us then. Carry on.” The guards opened the gate, and Steve was left scratching his head. He guessed that there were people who resembled him. He didn’t stand out or anything with his short brown hair and plain shirt. He was just an ordinary-looking man and probably would be confused with others in the average people out there. He just shrugged as he went inside.
The town was bustling, and he realized he’d get lost in the crowd. For now, he just went to the sides and went to the various stands. A salesman was pitching about how his apples were the crispest around. Steve bought a few and went to the other sellers. He bought some potatoes, tomatoes, and even bought some seeds so he could grow his own things when the time was right. With everything done, Steve went outside of the town and sat on a nearby hill to have his own picnic. He’d rather prepare his food, but eating it raw was good as well. He grabbed the apple and started munching on it. It was actually very sweet and juicy. Was it the best apple ever? Probably not, but it lived up to his expectations. He also ate a tomato as well.
All this time, he looked at Chance. It would be his new home, and he realized that his future would probably depend on the town as well. He wanted to have a career that wouldn’t lead him to a dead end, a career that would help him meet people whom he didn’t have to force into his life, who actually had things in common with him. He couldn’t wait to see all that it had to offer. Chance would be, well, his chance.
Steve went home and put his stash of food away. There was still a lot to be done at this place, and he quickly got to work. He had brought plenty of materials and was quite experienced in crafting things from them. He managed to create his own stove, cabinet, and even table. He also made a small seat for the living room and managed to get a fire going once he got hungry again. He boiled some potatoes and added a bit of tomato sauce to them. As he sat on his newly crafted table, he started to eat them, savoring the taste. He needed some more food, like some meat, bread, and milk, but for now this would suffice.
Once the sun started to set, he made sure that his house was completely closed off to prevent mobs. As he went to bed, he was glad that he was home, but despite his earlier dismissal, he was wondering who the person who looked like him was. Was there another version of him around? If so, Chance had gotten better than ever. He’d love to go on adventures with his twin and be his best friend. As he went to sleep, he slept with a smile on his face.
