(Please read the description first. Yes, it may contain some "spoilers," but that is kind of the point I am going for here. If you want to truly enjoy the absurdity of the story, knowing how this story came about is a good idea. So go read it now....please?

Also, I am back from the dead! And not starting off by just updating one of my already existing books! 😂

I ended updating Ablaze, so go check that short story out if you want. It's already way better than this one! 😅) 

     Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! 

You moaned, waking slowly from your winter slumber. It felt like it had been ages since you were last awake, too! Which, was odd, since most nights usually went by within minutes it seemed. 

You finally rolled over in bed to shut your alarm off, only to find it wasn't even where it was supposed to be. Ypu squinted your eyes open, trying to find out where the heck it was. Eventually you had to roll out of bed and listened closely for where it might be hiding. After some searching, you found it hidden underneath a pile of your old clothes, which you hadn't even remembered taking out of the closet in years! You hadn't been on a date in over three years, so what was the point in taking out all your nice dresses and fancy pants? Oh well, you guess that would just be one of the many unresolved mysteries of this morning. 

More were soon to follow, such as why the calendar said it was the 17th when you clearly remembered it being the 9th just yesterday. The reason you were sure was because that day is notorious for being your mother's birthday, and always ends with you crying yourself to sleep after having a full tub of icecream. 

Speaking of unhealthy diet, with every step, you felt yourself getting sicker and sicker. Perhaps...I had eaten a little too much icecream last night.  You thought to yourself, hobbling over to your couch with the morning's choice of salad to hopefully counter the icecream. Ohh, man. You were never going to get to work with such an ache. Good thing your employers are really nice, humble people, but you still wanted to keep your perfect attendance record.  

When you finally reached the local grocery store that morning, finally ready for the day, you were quick to notice that your usual station at the cash register(because those definitely exist in Minecraft) had already been taken... Heh...no problem. You probably would just be given a different post today. When you reached the office to check in, however, 

"Oh my gosh, (Y/n), we've been so worried about you, dearie!" Your manager shuffled up to you, her long skirt as usual always amusing how she is even capable of walking around. You were quite confused by her suddenly embracing you, acting like she thought you were dead or something. 

"Um, Mrs. Magg, what is wrong? I was just here yesterday." You held your fake smile, curious as ever. 

"Yesterday?! Why, we haven't seen you in a week! And every time I tried to call you, (through some redstone contraption or something 😅) you never answered! Me and Joe began to worry you had been taken, or- or who knows what!" Now, you're REALLY confused. 

"No-no, wait what?!" You stepped back, beginning to breathe heavily. "No! I know yesterday was the 9th! I know that! Now, I don't know what trick you are trying to pull, but you can't say I have been asleep for a whole week!" You began to hyperventilate at the thought, and the sudden increasing pain in your stomach didn't help either. Before you could recognize something was wrong, your world shut off around you. 

"(Y/n)..!" Distant, echoing noises. ...... "(Y/n)!!" They rang even louder. You opened your eyes, seeing a white roof above you. "(Y/N)!!!" You sprung up in an instant, hitting my forehead against a prismarine lamp. 

"Wha wha..?" You can see again, hear again, and even smell and feel again. You find you are laying on a white bed, in what is likely the hospital. The voice you woke to was none other than your manager's. 

"Ohh, thank the Aether." She sighed, placing her hand on her heart as she leaned back in her chair to your side. "My goodness, you scared me to the Nether and back!" She proclaimed. You just rolled your eyes, but other than that were too tired and confused to say anything. Then the doctor walked in. 

"Good evening, miss." He waved politely, clipboard in hand. As if called to attention, you sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. 

"How long was I out?" You ask. 

"Oh, only a couple hours." Mrs. Magg answered beside you. You sighed in frustration. Why on earth had you fainted so easily?! 

"We were trying to figure out why you had fainted so easily. In the end we just came to the conclusion that it was a mixture of high levels of stress, and..." The doctor trailed off, looking down at his clipboard. 

"And?" You asked, right brow creasing. 

"We looked into your higher than average blood pressure..and found you were pregnant." He stated. At first, you thought you didn't hear him right. Then, you thought he must be joking. But then... A tear fell down your face, followed by another, and then another. Pretty soon you couldn't keep yourself from crying any longer. Mrs. Magg gently patted your shoulder, hoping it would help comfort you. 

"It's okay, dearie. No need to feel ashamed, all women cry," Mrs. Meg said, noticing how much you tried to hold it in. "especially when they are pregnant... heh. Do you want me to contact your husband for you?" She offered. 

"But I don't have a husband! I don't even have a boyfriend! I have no idea where the child came from!" You wailed. You feel so ashamed now about not remembering anything in the past week. How on earth could you have forgotten something like that?! 

"Oh my..." Mrs. Megg exhaled, pulling you into half a hug. "Well... if you need anything, I am here." She kindly offered. 

You smiled through the confusion and tears. "Thanks.. but the only thing I need right now is to find out who the father is." 

"It's still a little too early for that. But, we can look into it when the baby is born." The doctor stated. You began to slow your breathing again, calming yourself down a little more with every deep exhale. 

"Right... When the baby is born... How, does one take care of a baby?" 

(Hopefully this will be the shortest of my short stories. 😂)

So you know how frequent I update in the future: 4/25/21