WARNING: This story contains spoilers for 'MCSM: Immortal's Child' by SilverSilence14, possibly MCSM and even the original game Minecraft. I highly recommend you read their fanfic and play both games first. If you are in the clear, read on! This fanfic-ception isn't going to read itself!

Light. Blinding, blazing light. Blur. Shadows. Sounds. Movement. Colours. Nothing of which Jesse could decipher. He saw many things, yet he saw nothing. There was nothing. Nothing for him.

He had died. What now? What was this place? He had no sense of time, or space, or anything at all. He was floating, weightless, yet he felt as heavy as the heaviest thing in the universe. Whatever that was.

He could move around, walk, run, fly, whatever movement he was doing, but he had no aim. No goal. Not in this place. His goal had been to defeat Herobrine, but he had failed. It was over. Herobrine would kill Steve and Alex, and with his newfound power, no one would be able to stop him.

But somewhere, deep inside, he felt a feeling of regret. A feeling of despair. He wasn't ready to die. He wasn't ready for it to end. He had a duty. He had to complete it.

Nothing would get in his way.

He journeyed around this strange world. He heard strange sounds. Sounds he had never heard before, and couldn't describe. He saw strange sights. People, riding strange metallic objects. People, holding strange slabs of metal and glass. Houses, made from materials he had never seen before. He barely recognised anything, and no one recognised him.

He was alone.

He journeyed for a while. He didn't know whether it was a day, a week, a month, or even a year. He could have been in this mysterious world for centuries, millennia. He had no signs. Nothing to follow.

Then, after an infinite and unknown amount of time…

The world around him faded to black. The darkness fell like a heaviness on him, yet he finally felt free.

He heard voices speaking. Speaking about him.

'I see the player you mean.'

'Jesse?'

'Yes. Take care. It has reached a higher level now. It can read our thoughts.'

'That doesn't matter. It thinks we are part of the game.'

'I like this player. It played well. It did not give up.'

'It is reading our thoughts as though they were words on a screen…'

On and on they spoke, talking about life, death, dreams, creation, love… Jesse had no clue as to what they meant.

When, finally…

'You are the player.'

'Wake up.'

Then everything faded to white…

That's all, just a short story that I felt suited the end of the chapter.

Also, tons of credit to Julian Gough for a section of this, the reason should be pretty obvious.