The Mobsters

Author's Note
Okay, this isn't really a creepypasta but related to it. It's kinda more like a fanfic, but Enjoy! -ElectroAaronDYnamix

The Mobsters: First Chapter
Zompig, king of the zombie pigmen in the Nether, sat on his blood red netherack throne, skulls, swords and armours of those who dared to challenge him beneath his feet. He chuckled, imaging the horrified faces of his victims.

Pathetic fools, he thought. ''Trying to defeat me and always losing. In fact, I'm getting bored. I need someone who is worthy enought to fight with me.''

Zompig's room was decorated with banners and magma, and he admired it. Most users don't dare to step foot into Zompig's castle, which in the enterance zombie pigmen archers and soldiers stood on guard.

Suddenly, a zombie pigman reporter arrived to Zompig's layer, with a terrified expression. "Sir!" The reporter zombie pitman started saying. "Someone has breached our defenses and killed our men!"

''What? Impossible...''

"That's it!" Zompig roared, standing up. "Nothing dares to attack me!" He then reached for his enchanted golden sword, which was lying beside him, feeling the enchanted energy flowing as he grabbed it.

Suddenly, a flaming fireball bursted from the door, hurling towards both Zompig and the reporter. Zompig quickly reacted, pushed the reporter out of the way, and deflected the fireball with his sword, making the flaming fireball crash up in the ceiling, a few netherack pieces falling.

Zompig glanced at the door, and there was nothing. "Show yourself, mortal!" He yelled.

There was a cackle, and a figure with a dark hood stepped out from the darkness. It was a user.

Zompig, underestimating him, laughed. "Fool! You think you puny mortal can stop me, the king of zombie pigman?"

The user did not speak, and disappeared within a flash. This made Zompig jump, but does not fear him. "I'm not falling for your tricks." Zompig snapped, but then suddenly the user was behind him.

"Behind you."

Zompig turned around, but the user was too fast. He striked his fist towards Zompig's rotten face, sending him 3 blocks away, but Zompig managed to gain balance.

"'''You underestimate me." '''the user spoke softly, with a sore tone. Suddenly, blue flames started glowing from the user's hand, and formed an unknown dark sword, bigger than even a diamond sword.

Zompig was astonished. "How can you form..." But he could not finish his sentence, because the user has already dashed forward and slashed towards Zompig's golden armour, instantly breaking it.

"Impossible!" Zompig stannered, and the user chuckled. "Impossible is what I do best." Zompig grunted. He felt anger starting to flame inside him violently. Why can't I defeat this user?

Zompig's eyes started to smoke, then little bits of flame started sparking. "I WILL DESTROY YOU!" Zompig roared, and let out a giant squeal. Now, he was on fire, blue flames sparking from head to toe, his eyes also flaming.

Zompig roared again, and directly charged at the user with super speed. The user saw it coming, and charged at him too, both powerful forces clashing.

The user slashed and diced with his dark sword rapidly, but Zompig could easily counter him. He was once an expert zombie pigman fighter.

Suddenly, the user backed away, seemingly defeated. Zompig approached him with slow steps. "Hah, another failure to fail his life again." He chuckled, and slowly rose his golden sword to slash the user.

The user, looked up the sword, and spoke again:

"You underestimate me."

Just before Zompig slashes his sword down, the user pointed a finger at him, and lightning sparked out and zapped Zompig, stunning and burning some of his rotten flesh.

Zompig fell to the ground, dropping to his knees and losing grip of his sword. The user had defeated the king of zombie pigmen.

"No mortal can defeat me...Who...are you?" Zompig asked weakily. The user laughed, and lifted up his hood.

Zompig's eyes widened, a shocked expression on his face. "No. It can't be! You were...were banished! The prophecy...It was true..."

The user put his hand on Zompig's shoulder, and spoke: "I was never banished. I hid away, to prevent myself attention. "Now, I've come back, and to change this pathetic world into a better one."

"You will never." Zompig snapped, suddenly. The user smiled an eerie smile. "The Prophecy. One day, there will be the final battle. 4 chosen mobs and users will defeat you, and bring harmony and balance to this world."

"'''That will never happen, my friend." '''The user laughed, and pointed his dark sword towards Zompig's neck.

"Team with me, and I shall grant you enternal life and power. If you don't, I shall grant you death."

Zompig was speechless. He wanted enternal life, but do not wanted to be allies with the user. Finally, he made his decision.

"I would rather die than being in your side."

The user grinned, and sliced off Zompig's head, grey blood spraying out from the beheaded body. The body fell, and it instantley disappeared within a cloud of white smoke.

The King of the zombie pigmen was dead. The user sheathed his dark sword, and disappeared once again with a puff of black smoke.

However, Zompig's head was still conscious, and it had a few seconds before it die out. "Reporter!" The head yelled.

The zombie pigman reporter peeked his head out from a nearby chest, hiding when the battle started. "Yes sir?" "Don't just stand there! Come near me! I have a job for you..."

The reporter came in and attempted to pick up the head, but it squealed. "Don't touch me! Anyways, I have a job for you. You will have to go and recruit those 4 chosen ones. The first one lives in Creepvile." "Yes, but where are the coordinates, sir?" "Oh, for pig's sake! It's in a scroll that is in a chest that YOU hid in."

The reporter went back, rummaged a few items in the chest he had once hidden in, and found a golden scroll. He opened it, found all locations of the 4.

"I've found them, sir. I will get to them as fast as I can." The head smiled. "That's what I call, a worthy successor."

Suddenly, the head started dissolving. "Wait..." the head of the zombie pigman king spoke weakily. The reporter turned to look at the head. "Yes, sir?"

"Also warn any mobs...

The white eyed demon has returned."

Chapter 2: WIP
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