Caitlin's perspective is in this font.
Steve's perspective is in this font.
A third-person omniscient perspective is in this font.
As I bottle-fed SkythekidRS and spooned mashed apple into AntVenom's mouth, Steve began to exit the door. I did not want to be alone, so I held him back. He glared at me, pushed me aside, and continued to leave. I knew he would have qualms about this, but I just sat on our double bed and cried.
It has been forever since I mined. Caitlin has been inhibiting me for days. When I got out, I set out to find the perfect cave. I feel bad about pushing her aside, but it will be worth it. I will find a vein of diamonds and mine it. As the night sky smiled cruelly, I found a cave and descended into a cruel world. I hacked at the stone and my iron pickaxe broke in two. I only had a stick in my hand now. As I glanced at the painting of Caitlin, I remembered how the light sometimes made her eyes look as green as emeralds. She dyed her hair red that day and it complimented the green eye moment, so I captured it in a painting. Seeing her beautiful face reminded me of a particular moment.
I thought of how Steve took the painting of me with him, so I knew he still loved me. However, I could not fight mobs the way he could. I am adept at archery, but I cannot use a sword very well. As I saw villagers' houses burning down, I cried. Mineshafts were so much like the End. Immediately I realized that Steve wanted to craft a sword for me. Like arrows were no good without a bow, I was no good without Steve. He is my sense of security.
In my journal I scrawled some notes. There were a few iron golems set up, but I knew they wouldn't last forever.
I remembered when I offered Caitlin a sword. She pushed it out of my hand. I glared as it clanged on the ground. I explained that she needed it in case I was gone mining. This was before I knew she was a better archer than a swordsperson, but I still felt that she needed the sword. In the mineshaft, I saw some glittering blue ore. When I set up a torch, it turned out to be lapis!
"Fie on you, the bane of my passion!" I yelled at the deceiving dye. I learned the word "fie" from Caitlin. It's a good alternative to exploding things with TNT.
I baked a cake and it reminded me of when Steve and I would talk over one and laugh at each other's jokes. I absent-mindedly picked at it and fed SkytheKidRS once more before putting him in his golden (he says "butter") cradle. As I heard a bang on the door, I saw zombies and skeletons everywhere. Zombies I can fight with an axe, but I am no match for those undead archers.
An arrow whizzed by my head. It barely missed. As I pushed the fleshless, soulless sniper into the lava, I remembered Caitlin. She must be terrified! While I waded in my own guilt and shame, I stepped into a ravine. There, I found some diamonds. As I started to mine them, a creeper exploded. The blast dealt a lot of damage since I was unarmored, very unusual for me.
They reunited, but both were in critical condition. Caitlin was impaled with several skeleton-shot arrows. Steve was weary and needed food. As they apologized, they laughed over a cake and potions of regeneration.
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