Alex

Hey, this is my holiday project. Not at all as crazy as the last one. Basically, I'll work on it whenever. Not a oneshot. Read, fav, follow or ignore. Don't like, don't read. That said, let's sadistically torture Steve through story physics!

I had opened my eyes to a blockly world exactly a year ago, on this very block. I thought I was alone. But if I was truly alone, why was there a orange haired girl sitting on the same block?

"Who are you?" I asked cautiously, expected to be greeted by a non-commital noise as all the other creatures had. Hopefully this creature would help him, like the friendly yet clueless villagers, who barely noticed him. She didn't seem to be a mob. I decided that the new spawn was a she. I wouldn't really matter if she was a non-sentient being. She would either try to kill me or ignore me. Then to my surprise she talked. Not with the grunts of pigs or the groans of the zombies. With actual words. Was she like me? The three words she uttered confirmed my suspicions.

"Where am I?" The same words I had asked to the empty sky when I had appeared. She bore the same bewildered look. I could almost sense her destiny. She too would have been clueless to the dangers, to the mobs. She would survive just as I had. She would have explored until she found the other dimensions through the ancient scrolls. She would have beaten the Ender dragon. But right now, she was inexperienced, scared and faced with what probably seemed to her as a thug with superior gear.

I better put the sword away.

I put the sword into my inventory. I had barely noticed that I had drawn it. It was instinctive.

"You are in Minecraft." The name seemed too possessive now, even though the 'mine' refered to mining blocks. "I am Steve."

The only name I could remember after spawning. I had a feeling I didn't choose it. Like it had been programmed into my mind.

"I have been here for a year." I continued. "Here many things that seem impossible can happen." To demonstrate, I placed a block stepped on to it and leapt, quickly placing a block beneath. I tossed a carrot at her. She stared at me.

"Try eating it." The sound of munching could be heard as she ate.

"Wha-"

"See, eating works differently to what you expect."

The sun was starting to set. I rushed her into the crude shelter I had built on day 2. Needless to say, day one was spent in a tiny hole in the ground covered by a dirt block with a chicken that had decided to sit on my head. I still had the chicken in a pen near my minature mansion. I had named it Eggshell. I pushed the thoughts aside an prepared to block my ears. The screech of horror that came from Alex was almost as loud as the one that I had given when faced with the deadly monsters.

"Zombie!" I was a seasoned veteran. A zombie was no threat. I had even beeen forced to live off rotten flesh for half a week in a cave system. I would haive laughed if it wasn't for her obviously traumatised expression.

"You see, here there are three types of mobs. Hostile mobs, passive mobs and peaceful mobs. These are divided into different categories."

"Okay?"

"Peaceful mobs will leave you alone." The moon was in the sky, so the mobs were visible. I gestured at a sheep. "Agressive mobs will try to kill you." I pointed at the zombie. The sun was starting to rise. "Skeletons and zombies burn in daylight. Light prevents them from spawning." This was literally a tutorial.

I taught her the basics. How to craft, mine and build. Days passed. Soon she was as good as I was. I remembered what I had forgotten to ask.

"What is your name?"

"Alex," came the whispered reply as we waited for the sun to rise. The sun glided across the horizon, bathing the world in its brilliance. Her emerald eyes caught the sunlight, making them sparkle. It seemed like a scene out of a story.

I smiled to myself. Finally, I was no longer alone.

Ok, done, see you in a century! Bye!

*Teleports away*

This is literally the definition of 'cold off the press.'