They were falling apart. Bit by bit, inch by inch, everybody was starting to tear down any friendship they ever showed towards each other. But he had a plan that would (hopefully) bring them back together. And, Notch, would they be angry at him for it.

They were the freaks—the outcasts. They were the ones that hid away in caves and jungles. They were just the secretive monsters of society. And each one of them knew that if they let their secret slip, it would end in death. Death of their friends, their family, and them. So it was best to stay quiet, follow the lead, and stay in line.

"You know it's strange," he hummed, lips pulling into a slight smirk, "I always hated you people. Stinky, idiotic, always putting themselves first, selfish..." The other man turned to glare at him, mouth opening. "But," the first interjected, "I have found that they're just a few stereotypes. In reality, you humans aren't half bad." The second snorted and shook his head. "Sure."

The Darkness is always there. You cannot run from it. It will rise, and the world will be doomed. It can only be saved if you step up, join the others, and fight for it. Sometimes, though, joining the ones you don't get along with isn't easy. But if you can't get along, the whole world will pay for it. (Youtubers used. T for cursing.)

Nobody really knew how the new zoo suddenly sprung up from the ground. In the middle of a city, no less. It was like magic: One second there was an empty park, old and dying, and then the next, an entire zoo.