This is a very old fanfiction idea. I abandoned it, but thanks to sudden writing inspiration, I want to make a quick story out of it again.

I don't own Minecraft. OCs belong to me. This takes place many years in the future, so expect some "features" that are not currently in Minecraft. This is also a bit of an AU of my OCs main storyline, for future reference. But don't worry about it.

Anyways, enjoy the story!

Ever since Player End had been announced to the public, many players quickly moved in from the Overworld. Some wanted to completely forget about their past lives in their old dimension, while others still kept the memories near and dear to their hearts.

Fortunately for those who wanted to preserve the past, Player End administration had decided to reserve one obsidian tower and transform it into a library. The moderators had mined out the inside of the tower and crafted glowstone blocks and bookshelves. They had even sent out an explorer team to the Overworld with a specific mission to scavenge old ruined libraries for books.

When the Player End Library was completed, a lot of visitors had frequented the special tower. Especially the survivors. However, that was twenty years ago. The older players had gotten bored of rereading the same material. Now it were the youngest players, born and spawned in Player End, who visited the Library, curious to learn about the mysterious Overworld.

Azure indifferently closed his book after reading the first ten pages with a sigh. It was just some lazily-written book about beacon crap. That book...was just not worth rescuing, the young player said to himself. He had really sharp opinions for a person so young and nice on the outside, but at least he kept his thoughts to himself. He just got up and walked back to the nearest bookshelf to search for a hopefully better book.

He had been devouring the knowledge of the library for at least one Overworld (OV) month now. Though the amount of books he had already read impressed many other players, he still had a lot to learn. Azure's fingers danced around the bind of each book. It was like they had a mind of their own and they absolutely had to touch everything. Heh, Azure guessed that this was because he was an Enderman-human hybrid. It was in his Enderman blood to grab anything that intrigued him.

Though Azure's eyes did the actual work. His purple eyes scanned the title of each bind. Finally, he spotted a title he didn't recognize and pulled that book out. Observations of the Constellations by Alex. Azure had read a couple of Alex's works before. Apparently she was a renowned explorer and miner back in her day, and based on her fascinated books, Azure could understand why. He trusted that book would be a good read like her previous ones.

And a good read it was. The hybrid was so engrossed with Alex's book, the words enchanting him with new facts and concepts. So when he felt a tap on his shoulder, Azure flinched and let out a half-gurgle, half-yelp. His face shot out of the yellow pages and he saw his friend right in front of him, sitting across the library's table.

Flash waved her clawed hand casually. "Hey." Just another normal day for this 18-year-old girl, coming back from work to visit her Enderman-hybrid friend.

"Wait, you're back from work already?" Azure asked with genuine shock. Wow, how many OV hours had passed?

"Um, yeah? It's already evening," Flash replied.

"Oh, I lost track of time."

"Lucky you," Flash said with exasperation. "Today at the Auction House was so damn slow. Barely anyone came in so I just sat at the counter doing nothing all day." She rolled her eyes, which were blue with thin slits for pupils.

"Ouch," Azure said. He knew that Flash loathed slow days. Not only were they tedious, but she would not be paid much due to the lack of auction participants. Way to crush her dreams. She really wanted to raise enough money to buy her own obsidian tower where she could open her own business. Any upgrade from the Player End apartment she stayed with in Azure. Azure loved her like a sister, even though she was a cat-hybrid and he an Enderman-hybrid. Thus seeing her miserable really sunk down his spirits like sand blocks and stung him with guilt.

"Hey, at least it's over." Azure pointed out with some soft hope in his tone. "Now we have the rest of the evening together. Any place you want to go?"

Flash's pursed her lips and Azure could see a cat fang crawl into view at the corner of her mouth. She tapped her finger on the desk, deep in thought. Then she perked up with a smile.

"The game room. I want to visit the game room," Flash suggested eagerly.

"Sure. Fine by me." Azure got up and placed the book back into a shelf. With that, the two hybrids walked out of the Player End Library's wooden doors and into the End.

The End looked great as usual, yellow stone ground and the static violet atmosphere. Obsidian pillars and wooden buildings standing among each other, all buzzing with chatter. Azure could spot a couple of players spending their free time with their friends. Two kids happily resting by the End rod fence that surrounded Player End's hub. Some older player was gossiping with a golem guard by a command block post. The greatest sight was the tallest pillar, located at the center of the End island. It was the office and home of Player End's admin and moderators. Azure loved seeing it everyday. He had been inside of it once. With an impressive Ender Crystal chandelier, baby Enderdragon testimonial, many locked iron doors, and discussions for plans, it just emitted a strong sense of power.

Every walk seemed the same for Azure and Flash, no matter where they went to hang out. For instance, they would always silently snicker to each other seeing the humans of Player End. This time, they were taking amusement from three adult humans fighting over a flint-and-steel. Azure knew they were really desperate to ignite a fire, but seeing them fight over it like children was a show.

The human residents, or generally called purebloods, of Player End often complained about the frigid cold of the biome. Azure and Flash could never empathize with them. Flash was a cat hybrid with fluffy gray fur growing on her chest and hands. And Azure's mob counterpart, the Enderman, were naturally accustomed to the End's cold. The hybrids could not feel the cold. Azure loved how he was able to wear a thin blue t-shirt, a vest, and sweatpants all day while the pureblood players had to bundle up with layers of coats and scarfs. Flash usually wore a thin hoodie, though she wore thicker clothes underneath because her fur could not keep her that warm, since it did not grow on every part of her body. In fact, minus the fur on her chest and hands, and her cat ears and tail, she looked like a human. Well, a human who did not have to wear a heavy coat, woolly hats, and thick scarves. And a human who didn't have to be bitter about living in a dimension not meant for them.

Azure and Flash fistbumped each other after they passed the quarreling humans.

"So, read anything new in the library?" Flash asked to change the subject. Another thing that made all walks typical was that one question she always asked.

"Observations of the Constellations," Azure recalled, though raising his voice a bit too high. That meant he learned something really cool. "It was a really fascinating topic about astronomy. I haven't read anything like that before. Just the mobs and survival life before. So far, this is my favorite."

"Oh, is it?"

"Yes," Azure continued rambling. Usually, he was a calm guy who never raised or sped up his voice. But he loved to talk and he took his time expressing himself. "I learned one thing about the Overworld. It has something that the End doesn't have. It's called night."

"Night?" Flash turned to him, ears perked. "What's night?"

"It's hard to explain. Even I can't understand it. But, aaaah, it sounds so cool. The book said it was like the Void, but different," Azure waved a scaly black hand to the dark purple sky above them. "It's dark. It's purple. It has particles too. But it's also different because of these...these things. I don't know why, but it really caught my attention. I wonder what it looked like."

"Well, that's put that on your 'Things in the Overworld that I want to see in Person' list," Flash purred.

Azure was very fascinated with the Overworld. The dimension that players originated in, but it was now a broken memory for the older players of Player End. Player End was already beautiful with the purple, black, and yellow lands, but Azure knew that the End was not originally built for players. Players had to shape the foreign dimension with their own buildings and code to transform the land into Player End, the last server of playerkind.

Azure knew that the Overworld had so much more than what Player End could ever recreate. The books satisfied Azure's curiosity, but he wished that he could see the Overworld with his own eyes. But he was dreaming too much.

The trouble was that the no player could ever return to the green and blue dimension. Players had used to live and play in the Overworld until the Celestial War broke out. Azure had heard many stories of the war by veterans who retired in Player End. Many personal stories about the battles and missions. But strangely, none of them had been able to answer Azure's one dying question: how did the war destroy the Overworld? The survivors had gave him a vague answer of, "there was a boom and suddenly...everything was broken. I don't know there the explosion came from and how it managed to create so much...so much..."

He had never gotten the ending of that answer. In fact, Azure felt like he had no objective facts about the war that apparently destroyed the Overworld to beyond repair and permanently killed billions of players and mobs. New books about the war could not be written due to the scarce about of paper and ink. And most players that he had queried had contradicting answers. Azure had given up on his search for the real answer. Well, it didn't matter. Discovering the truth about the Celestial War would not magically resurrect the Overworld so that he could explore it. Better to only fantasize, but not hope.

Finally, Azure and Flash arrived to the game room. It was a really large cobblestone building where any players could settle down and entertain themselves. Inside were many tables and couches, accompanied by a noteblock that played peaceful music. The Player End staff tried to imitate their server to a typical Overworld server to give the players some normalcy. One thing on the list: a place to have fun. Azure had read that in Overworld culture, players used to compete with each other in minigames in servers. They varied in rules and concepts, but they were usually gigantic platforms, ironically. Now, thanks to the lack of space in the End, entertainment had been condensed into boardgames and puzzles. There was only one minigame obstacle course that existed in Player End: a parkour course. But nowadays, players adapted and found pleasure in these new pocket games. Azure and Flash's personal favorite was Survival Deck, a trading card game that was based off the competitive Overworld Survival Games. They both prided themselves with collecting cards of the best weapons, gear, and famous tributes. Azure and Flash gave each other a final fistbump and a "good luck" before joining a group of six other teenage players, containing both hybrids and purebloods. Let the game begin.

Directly next to the game room was the Portal Lab. No one really knew why the staff built the game room and authorized, top-secret lab right next to each other. Well, the Portal Lab's location was justified. Located in the Third Corner area of Player End, this End island had its portal spawned around this area. Thus, the Portal Lab was built around it to keep it secured, only for authorized scientists and moderators to see.

The staff of Player End were always busy. Admin Acid and his co-admins were constantly brainstorming ideas to maintain Player End's stability, and moderators were patrolling the server for any rule breakers and invasive Endermen. If staff members were not moderators nor admins, then they were scientists and explorers who regulated the Portal Lab. The scientists conducted their experiments on passive mobs and crops, looking for ways to produce more food. Some also specialized in creating potions and enchantments for the other players. The explorers were players who returned to the Overworld for important quests. Dekked with sci-fi armor, harder than diamond and armed with the latest, strongest enchantment spells, explorers would go through the portal to scavenge for any tangible resources, such as ores or surviving tools from the war. Explorers used to frequently perform rescue missions for any other survivors. However, after many years, it stopped being their main priority. But, if an explorer team were to ever find a survivor, they were too immediately drop their assigned task and take the survivor straight back to Player End's stronghold and into the transformed dimension. But those situations barely occurred anymore.

Well, today was that exception.

The Portal Lab was very silent with the scientists busy with their current projects: using Ender particles to fertilize soil. All wore white lab coats, but they all varied in skin, hair, and eye color. Some scientists were even hybrids.

Suddenly, there was a bang. All scientists snapped out of their experimental trances. If they had fur on their necks or tails, they were puffed up by the surprise, hands clenching their panicked hearts.

"WE FOUND TWO SURVIVORS," a voice boomed from the portal room. Immediately, everyone rushed through the smooth stone hallways and to the center room. As one scientist fidgeted to punch the password into the iron door, the others pressed on the the glass panes to see the fountain-like portal. It had been encased in a room of iron, unlike the other smooth stone rooms. And a team of three explorers were emerging from the portal. One of them removed their helmet, a pure white hard helmet with a purple visor protecting their face. Face now exposed, there was pure shock written on the explorer's face. But everyone's attention was really at the other two explorers, carrying two bodies in their arms. Two humans, dirty and clothes ragged, and knocked out.

The iron door finally opened and the scientists moved away to make space for the explorers rushing out of the portal room. Knowing exactly what to do next, the explorers brought the two unconscious players into the nearest medic room. If a survivor was ever found or a server resident became extremely sickly, the medic rooms were there to immediately heal them.

After placing the two players in their individual beds and escorting the explorers out, four medics immediately stormed in and began their job.

One medic injected a potion of healing into one of the players. Suddenly, the patient's eyes shot open and he jerked straight up. The medic jumped back, but recovered timely to fetch some more potions.

"I need a golden apple!" The medic demanded over the awoken player's sudden coughing fit.

After the distressed player vomited on the floor, he collapsed on the bed's pillow, tranquil but weak again. The medic proceeded to inject another potion of healing and feed him the golden apple.

"Don't worry. We'll heal you. You're safe now." The medic soothed the weak player. Then he placed a hand on the patient's forehead, which was sizzling. Though ironically, the medic felt a cold sense of worry sink in. He expected fever, but damn, this was an unusually high temperature. He looked up and opened his mouth, only to realize that the other three medics were now completely focused on treating the other patient. That patient must be suffering even worse pain. But this patient would be a goner if he didn't get more help. One terrifying feat of post-war Overworld was that the coding was completely damaged. Overexposure to the Overworld's glitch-infected atmosphere resulted to true death. Respawning glitched, players forever deceased.

The medic was about to get up to find more assistance, but then felt something by his hands. His finger had bumped into a dark orange blaze rod. Perplexed, he was about to reach it until he realized that it was levitating a few centimeters above the bed. Wait...the medic circled around the bed and now noticed several other blaze rods surrounding the now unconscious man. He did not notice them before because he was too focused on the man. Anyways, considering that these blaze rods followed the unconscious man from the Overworld, the portal, and into a Player End medic room without dropping...

This was not a human. He was a blaze-human hybrid.

...Oh. Then he wasn't having a really bad fever. It was just his natural body temperature. But he was still infected and the medic had no clue how to treat hybrids. He jumped up again and opened the door.

"I need a hybrid medic! We have a sick hybrid who needs special attention!"

As he waited, all he could do was inject more potions of healing and strength into the blaze hybrid. He didn't know why the hybrid was jumping in and out of consciousness. Again, he did not understand how they functioned.

"Thank...you..." The hybrid managed to muster between heavy breathes before falling unconscious again.

All the medic could do was pat his shoulder, also burning hot because of the hybrid's blaze blood.

"Hmm, a blaze hybrid joins Player End. Interesting."

Please tell me what do you think. Should I continue this?