This is a random one-shot to thank you guys for supporting me with my fanfic Real Real Reality. And if you didn't already and simply came across this fanfic then i'll just wish for you to have a good read ^^. See ya guys! And do not forget to check out my poll! It's important.
We all know the story about disk 11. But let me just tell you my view on the story, I think that someone was recording his daily mining trip. But it was cold in the cave so he flicked with his/her flint and steel to create a fire. Just as he/she did that, he/she heard footsteps from the mineshaft further down. He/she prepared him/herself for whatever was going to come. They expecting anything, from creepers to simply bats. But what they encountered…
He/she saw the glowing white eyes. He/she ran for it. They ran and ran, climbing ledges, jumping over small streams and stray rocks. He/she went going until he/she was out of breath. He/she looked behind him/her. There was nothing there. They thought they were save. Their lungs had taken a beating from mining for all of those years in the dusty mineshafts. He/she coughed a little and quickly checked his/her backpack. There were a few items.
He/she felt eyes resting on his/her back. He/she swiftly turned around as they saw the white eyes again. He/she ran for it, leaving the backpack behind. All they had left was their recording device. They ran, saw the light, ran unto the open field and-
That is where the recording cut off. For some reason, it seems like some kind of wind was whispering the name Herobrine at the end. Strange sounds come from the disk before it completely cuts off. This is the one disk feared off. But what about disk 13? Has anyone noticed that it is a bit similar to 11? What if it was from the same person? Maybe that is why they are a bit alike and why they both have numbers for names.
This is my story on disk number 13, I call it the lost disk.
I walked down in the mine, the eerie darkness surrounding me. As I walked further down, I heard water dropping down from the ceiling. I also heard pickaxes hitting stone in the distance. Other miners? In this cave? How strange. This cave had been abandoned for many years now because it was so dangerous. I kept on walking, feeling very uncomfortable. I heard bowshots, not too far from me.
I took out my sword from its sheath and held it in front of me. The sound of pickaxes became louder. I kept on walking, wondering what was going to happen. An eerie silence fell and I heard sand falling. An explosion could be heard in the distance. So, there were other miners here too. Then I heard something, or someone, drop into the water stream, which wasn't too far away from me.
There was a bit of splashing noise afterward as if it climbed out of the water. There was another unfamiliar noise that resounded through the cave. As if someone was knocking very loudly on a wall with a hammer. The something that had crawled out of the water was now moving yet again.
Large horn noises resounded through the cave. A loud growl started up and almost blasted my ears off as it died down again. I quickly sprinted to the entrance of the cave again and went back to my usual cave.
Thank you all for reading and sorry if it did not reach your expectations. Disk 13 is a bit strange but not that creepy. Well, I guess this is it for now. Remember, this is a one-shot. If you want to have me make more stories based on the disks in minecraft then review. It is very much appreciated. And even if you do not want another chapter, please still do review. Even when you do not have an account. Every review counts. See ya all later