Hello, wonderful people of FanFiction! Welcome to my newest story, Endgame. Now you're probably thinking to yourself 'Flame, why in the world did you name your new story after one of Taylor Swift's hit songs?' Well here's my answer! It's a cool title.

Now onto a more serious note. This story combines two of my favorite video games, Minecraft and Pixel Gun 3D, into one epic story. As FFN does not currently have a category for Pixel Gun, I had to make some edits to my original story idea. Still, that's completely fine as it gives me more to work with.

Anyway, now that my long and probably boring author's note is over, let's begin!

My name is Steve. I live in an incredible place known as Minecraftia, but you probably know of it as Minecraft. Minecraftia has been my home for near ten years; since the game was first released. In all my time here, nothing special really happened.

Except for maybe that time when Herobrine, my brother, tried to take over everything. That was bad. Or the time with Entity 303. Okay, so maybe some crazy stuff has happened over the years. But it was nothing compared to what I experienced when he arrived.

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He just fell out of the sky, right in front of me, as I was working in my garden. He looked almost like a player, with the strange red shirt and navy blue jeans. Yet something about him seemed...different.

For one, he was clutching a small steel dagger in one hand, something that didn't exist in Minecraftia. He was also bleeding from numerous small wounds. Bleeding was another thing that never happened in Minecraftia, at least not to players. And he was knocked out.

Being the kind-hearted Minecraftian citizen I was, I strung the unconscious male onto my back and carried him to my cabin. I placed him inside on my only bed. I then grabbed a healing potion from a nearby chest, which I had snatched from a witch a few days ago. I opened his mouth and poured the liquid down his throat.

The wounds slowly closed up, and the man opened his eyes. "Where am I?" he asked in a gruff voice.

"You're in Minecraftia, in my cabin," I replied.

"Minecraftia?"

"You might know it as Minecraft."

The man paused a bit before saying, "Sorry, no."

Needless to say, I was a bit surprised. This person was obviously not a player, and obviously not from this world. There was only one other explanation. Yet it was absolutely preposterous. He had to be from...another game.

My eyes widened at this revelation and I said, "What's your name?"

The man paused again and then responded by saying, "My name is Mark, what's yours?"

"I'm Steve," I announced in a detached voice. I was hardly listening to the conversation. My mind was going a hundred miles an hour, trying to figure out who this stranger was and where he had come from.

"Steve," I heard the man repeat. "Are you from Pixalia too?"

I jerked myself back to the present. "What?"

"Are you from Pixalia too?" the man repeated.

"Pixalia?" I wondered aloud.

"Maybe you know it as Pixel Gun 3D," the man said hopefully.

"No, I've never heard of it," I replied in an excited tone. This proved that the man was really from another game! I couldn't believe it. Interdimensional travel was real! I mean, I knew that players could do it. They have been for years! But the people and creatures in the games could never leave...until now.

Until now.

And that's the prologue, ladies and gentlemen! I hope y'all enjoyed, and have a very Merry Christmas!

(Fun Fact: Today is December 25, 2017!)