Minecraft is owned by Notch, aka Markus Persson, Mojang, and its affiliate companies.
This chapter alludes to the Bible, in that Notch resembled God and the majority of this chapter resembles the book of Genesis.
A/N This is my first story. I hope you enjoy it, and any feedback in the form of reviews would help me make it better. I've read a lot of fanfictions and I've decided it's time I give back. So without further ado…
The blocks came first. Notch desired a world where he could make creatures that would live and die by their own rules. So first he would need a place to put them.
The creatures and world would need light, and a reprieve from the heat the light would bring. So he created the sun and the moon.
Notch was wise, and he wanted his creatures to explore. But he wanted them to have at least a few limits. And so bedrock was created. This unbreakable material was at the very bottom of the world. It provided a lower limit, so they would not dig into the hellish dimension known as the Nether.
The second limit was the sky. They could build higher than was survivable, but never near enough to taste the heavens. He did not want his mortal creatures to reach the Aether, which was where he would reside and watch over his creatures.
On the bedrock he placed minerals of varying strengths and caves where his creatures could live and breed. These caves and layers of stone and minerals reached very close to the surface. Dirt and sand and gravel formed most of the surface, and this is where he began to give life.
He wanted beauty to command over the surface, so he created flowers of two colors and trees of all sizes. This was the first life he created.
He created the first arguably intelligent but definitely sentiment life form. Its skin was pink, and his form was that of the world. He was made of very small blocks that together formed his figure. His eyes looked to his sides, wary of predators that did not exist. His snout protruded only slightly, and it snorted and squealed. It noticed its master, the creator, standing before it. Notch looked down on it and named it a pig. He formed a new plant that day, if only for food for the pig. The pig enjoyed its wheat.
Wheat and its smaller form, seeds, were followed by reeds of sugarcane. It grew far taller than wheat, but the trees held dominion.
Soon, Notch realized his creatures would not live long without certain things. He gave them water. He gave the Earth water. The pig drank its fill, and Notch came over to it. The pig has loneliness in its eyes, so Notch made a fellow pig and new animals.
The new animal would be bigger than a pig, and have the means to provide alternative food. It was spotted, white with dark brown with a pink udder. Its horns were small but sharp. The milk it gave could cure illness from the pig or its new friend, the cow itself. Notch saw that the beginning of the world would start with these peaceful and gentle creatures. He smiled.
The chicken was created in that it could fall and travel to deeper places. It served as a new companion for the cow and pig.
So he provided comfort for them in a new friend and what it brought. The creature was covered in a plush, soft, white fur. It made a single noise, for it had only one use. The sheep was made. It shared its comfort with its friends, and for a long time, life prospered. No animal went hungry since there was wheat and grass, a new version of wheat that was far more plentiful.
Soon, he created life for the water. Fish and squid swam through the seas and lakes. Water started to heat up, and small water blocks disappeared thanks to the sun. Soon enough, it fell back down to the ground, covering everything with what gave it all life. Rain poured on occasion from the formed clouds.
Sometimes, it grew colder, and the water that normally fell hardened. Snow fell, and with it Notch formed an idea. He created pumpkins. They on their own were nearly useless, but Notch created life from snow and these new plants. Snow golems, he dubbed them. These snow golems roamed the cold grounds, never venturing out of their cold regions.
Where there is cold, there is heat. The desert land was scorched with the powerful rays of the sun, and no trees provided shade. Water accumulated on occasion into oases and gave life chances. Soon, Notch saw that even with the water patches, life refused to live in the desert for long. So he made a green, spiky plant that would only live in such arid conditions. The cactus prevailed in the sand.
But the land was far too regular. Not fitting for a true world. Notch gave the land rises and drops, ravines and hills, valleys and mountains. He was happy to see his creatures jumping along the cliff sides.
He saw the animals in harmony, and decided to make a leader to help them and nurture them as he would. He created the first human, and dubbed it so. He then went to the Nether, to give it life as well. However, he thought different dimensions must be completely different.
The land was, instead of dirt, a red rocky stone from which no life grew. It filled the landscape, and with it everywhere he was happy. He made ghasts, but as his Nether creatures lived, it saw nothing. Notch thought, and created fire. He placed it everywhere in the Nether, but still the ceiling of the Nether, where there was also bedrock, was dark.
Lava was made, with the thought of water and fire together. The ghast flew unwittingly through the new liquid and burned. Notch cringed and granted all life in the Nether immunity to the flames and heat that kept it habitable.
He returned to the Overworld, and was shocked to see many of his animals dead. Humans stood in woolen garments eating pork and beef. Trees had fallen and were used to make buildings. Notch was enraged, but sad to have death mar his world. With a heavy heart, he returned to the Nether. Here, he created soul sand, to never forget those lost in the beginning.
In honor of the first ever creature, he made zombie pigmen. These were wary, as the pig first had been, and wielded golden swords.
The Overworld was now dominated by humans, but Notch would not let them have it on a silver platter. He created aggressive creatures designed to only kill humans. He created the zombie. Its moans and growls were only heightened with the blood of humans. Soon, though, he realized two things.
One, was that anger and fury corrupted the creatures through no fault of their own. His rage has seeped into them, and this made them dark. The sun combated the dark, and so these creatures burned in the daylight.
Two, was that this only seemed to drive humans further. They fashioned crude weapons and killed the zombies. Soon, innovation took over and they made new tools. They ate the undead flesh. It sickened Notch. He created the skeleton, to rival the innovation of humans.
Even this only slowed them slightly. They killed the skeletons and took their bows. Notch realized the humans were a bloodthirsty race, but as a god he refused to destroy, only create.
He left them be, and only tweaked or added a few things from time to time. He even let them into the Nether through hard work. Once inside, they gathered resources and left.
The day he added wither skeletons, as cousins to the skeletons, was the day the madness began. They killed off these new creatures and even took the heads as trophies. Soon, the unthinkable happened.
With a certain formation of soul sand and skulls, a new life form was born. This was the Wither. The soul sand reminded it of how the humans killed off many, and so it became aggressive. It took it too far, and started to kill everything. It even had a withering effect, like that of the wither skeletons. Nearly destroying the world Notch worked hard to make, Notch stepped in. He stopped the Wither and destroyed all evidence of its creation or its making.
He forced humans to forget, to never repeat this travesty. Soon, however, miners discovered old torn manuscripts. It described the Wither and how it was made. It showed the damage it could cause. Seeing it only as history and treasure, they brought it back up. Notch added bats, not knowing that was one of the final pieces in the elaborate puzzle he unwittingly made.
He left for the Aether soon after. He stayed there, and from there made his changes. Humans thrived and expanded. Inevitably, the manuscripts were stolen, and the formation was nearly complete. Only one skull remained. One day, it was put into place.
The Wither was reborn.