The Tyranny of the Block Universe
Disclaimer: I do not own the game Minecraft, or contribute to its creation. I however, gladly play the game. Also, this story is made solely by me, so please don't copy any of this material without my permission.
Dylan Trentor thought the most heroic thing he would ever do in his life was to tighten the taps of his sink. Instead, he became the king of a foreign universe.
It all started way back in the year of A.D 2166, when a sensor reported that a blue energy signal was being shot across the galaxy, many light years away from Earth. The mechanism malfunctioned shortly after the signal disappeared, so scientists reported that the energy source they found was just a fluke. The scientists lived on planet Earth, a noble but weak civilization that contained two rare substances that almost every extraterrestrial was desperately looking for: chlorophyll and protein.
However, in one universe, they already had those materials. The universe of Craftoria, named by Edwin Trentor, Dylan's great-grandfather, was created from a cubic atom instead of a spherical one. It began to rapidly multiply, changing colors in certain regions due to a strange code, making odd pixelated figures.
Astronomy was always something Dylan adored, and the machinery in the twenty-eighth century was something he loved even more. He eagerly took apart computers and effortlessly put them back together. Dylan's favorite hobby, however, was studying the universe of Craftoria. He constantly peered through the enormous, jet black telescope in his father's observatory with his sky blue eyes and frantically took notes. For a fifteen year-old boy, he was practically a genius.
Dylan never saw anything but a wall made out of white, grey, and black material when he gazed up in the sky. He was sprinting home, his curly brown hair swaying in the wind, when he tripped on a shard of stone. His hand slammed into the asphalt, causing parts of his skin to cut up and bleed, but he sprayed on a florescent orange liquid on the gushing red wounds and the skin closed once again. He grinned. This was the kind of technology he loved. Things that helped people survive across the planet. He heaved his slender body up, when a sturdy metal ball smashed into his ear, knocking him flat on the ground. He heard adult laughter, and widened his eyes in horror, realizing that he had just been kidnapped! Dylan blacked out.
In a dream, Dylan was lying inside of a world of blocks, inside of a gaping hole that smelled of rotten flesh. Ominous pixelated brown figures with long noses and multicolored shirt looked down and chuckled. People often laughed at Dylan because he was so short, nerdy, and awkward, and was as athletic as a slug. But these creatures seemed more menacing then the people who usually taunted him. They stood there and occasionally shifted around, showing no signs of sympathy for him or happiness.
Suddenly, a huge, black-as-oil dragon whizzed past the sky as fast as a racecar with a 1,000 horsepower engine (there were a lot of experimental vehicles being designed with 75,000 horsepower engines at the time, but they were too dangerous to race with). It decelerated near the hole, and plunged down towards Dylan. The dragon was so close that if Dylan was to bow, his forehead would graze the snout of the creature. It opened its menacing mouth, and screeched out a horrible sound, before talking in a high, raspy voice, "We are c-c-coming to invade you…" The darkness consumed him.
Dylan's eyes flew awake in a jolt. He was in a tight compartment that smelled of exotic food like sushi and dumplings.
"Oink!" Dylan's head whirled around, and he was staring into a strange pig. It was pink and made up of giant cubes and looked like something in a virtual land. It moved unnaturally shifting around like the odd people were doing in his dream. Its black eyes seemed to cut into Dylan's soul.
Suddenly, a wall of the compartment was blasted open, revealing a familiar figure.
"Dad!" Dylan cried.
"The other universe is sending extraterrestrial being to invade us! Run!" his father shouted. Kyle Trentor was a middle-aged man with short, dark brown hair with reminded Dylan of a hawk in a way. He had steely grey eyes that were very observant and were always glancing from side to side. Both Kyle and Dylan were slim, but Kyle was a tall, shaven man, unlike Dylan's shorter build.
Dylan dashed across the street away from the red, floating compartments he was in, perspiration beading up on his forehead. His father lagged behind due his older age, but they were able to get away from the odd cubicle, but there were definitely going to be more approaching them.
"The tyranny of the universe has begun," Kyle stated worriedly.
"We have to warn mother!" Dylan was standing, more alert than ever before.
"I gave her a call. She's coming to meet us," came the reply.
Dylan looked at his father in disbelief.
"She could be captured by them on the way here!" Dylan always tried to reason with his father, but Kyle was as stubborn as a mule.
Out of the blue, a pair of skeletal figures began to march up to the twosome, equipped with bow and arrows.
"Never mind! Let's go find your mother!" Kyle shouted.
They were off again, Dylan's legs burning in pain. His lack of athleticism always upset him, especially when he needed to get away from things. Dylan never imagined in his fifteen years of life that skeletal archers would be chasing him through the streets of Los Angeles.
Then he spotted her. On New Confidence Street, Dylan's mother was frantically waving her arms at Dylan and his father. Alicia Trentor was stunningly pretty, with perfectly straight shoulder length blonde hair. Her piercing emerald eyes shone all the time, especially when giving Dylan praise. However, she was the modest of the family always saying that Dylan and Kyle were prodigies while she was just a mother. Dylan didn't believe she was "just a mother;" she was constantly cleaning up the house, doing the dishes, and driving Dylan to school on the family's Audi S14 hovercraft.
"Into the house! Hide!" Alicia shrieked. Then, the threesome bolted into the house, taking cover. Kyle dove under a titanium table, and Alicia hid in a kitchen drawer. Dylan was running for the closet when he heard a snake behind him.
Dylan frantically swiveled around and didn't see a snake. He saw a large, green creature with no arms that was made of cubes, just like the pig! It was slowly expanded, making a hushed sizzling sound…
Dylan, who was hysterical from running away from the skeletal figures, shoved the green creature away and dove into the dishwasher. It was an unintelligent move. Many petite scorpion-like figures that were as grey as smoke (and made out of cubes) slammed into him. The pain was blinding, and Dylan shrieked in horror. Blood splattered all around, turning the ornate silverware crimson.
"Can't… die… now…" Dylan wheezed out. By now, the pain was so astronomical that he couldn't think a single thought.
The dishwasher door swung open. "Of course you're not going to die," a female voice said.
And it wasn't Alicia.