A/N

Welcome to my story, but before I start there are a few I'd like to say first. I'll be straight with you, this story technically has mob talker in it, and I know not everybody likes that but I'm just using the idea of mob talker, I'm not using the characters from it. Also, I'm from Australia so I'll be spelling some things differently from some of you, but some things will be the way you spell them. Lastly, I haven't properly played minecraft in years, I don't even watch minecraft youtubers so my knowledge of the game will most likely be outdated. Now that's out of the way, I hope you enjoy my story.

Chapter 1: The new courier

Asleep, he laid there on the polished wooden floorboards. His breathing too soft to be heard. The light hit his face causing his eyes to slowly flutter open. He begrudgingly got up to observe his surroundings. He rubbed his hands over his pale face to wake himself up. He looked on in confusion at what was in front of him. Behind a dark oak wood desk sat a black crystalline creature wearing a gray three piece suit with a dark blue bow tie. It's head was the shape of a pyramid, and it one giant eye ball in the center, it kinda reminded him of the Illuminati. It was sorting through papers of some kind, and would stop every now and again to write on one of them with a fountain pen. The boy just stood there, dumbfound by the scene in front of him. He ran his fingers through his sandy blonde hair as he tried to understand what was going on.

What the hell? Is this a dream? He thought.

The creature got up and put some papers away in a filing cabinet before return to it's desk. It started to attend to another pile of paper on it desk.

What should I do? I'll ask it where I am, that's a good start, right? He thought

"Um, Excuse me?"

The thing continued as it was. Not paying attention to him at all.

No response, huh? He thought, Guess I'll have to try something a bit more abrasive.

"Hey! Dickhead!"

It stopped sorting through it's paper work and looked up at him with disdain. To the boy's surprise the thing had a crystal eyelid as well.

Maybe saying that to a random creature was a bad idea, he thought.

"So you're not just a figment of my imagination, great..." It spoke. It's voice sounded posh in tone but it was as if it were speaking underwater, it's was clear but it's voice seemed to echo in a strange way.

"Why would you think I'm a figment of your imagination?"

"Your attire," it said, "I find it difficult to believe that someone would clothe themselves in such a way."

The boy looked down at his clothing, he was wearing blue, flannel patterned pajama bottoms, and white socks. He guessed that it was kind of weird to not be wearing a shirt but it was hot when he was sleeping.

"I think I look fine."

It didn't seem to care much for his opinion, "And to add on to that you're a child. I don't think my luck could have been any worse," it spoke. It was quite frustrated.

"I'll have you know that I'm eighteen, okay, I'm not a child."

"Compared to how long I've been around you might as well be an infant."

"You know what, that doesn't matter right now. Can you tell me I am?"

"Yes, I can tell you."

He was starting to get a bit annoyed with this creature's attitude, "Haha, really funny, smartass. Now tell, Where am I?"

"You, sir, are in my wonderful office."

He looked around the room, it did indeed look like an office, it had a desk, filing cabinets, and there was even a painting of a skeleton hanging on the wall behind it. The walls of the room were covered in brown wallpaper with floral designs that had seen better days. The rest of the room behind the boy was just empty space, the only notable thing was a window on the far wall.

"To be honest, it's pretty shitty ."

"What you think matters very little to me. Now that you're here, I'll give you your first assignment," the creature reached into one of it's drawers attached to it's desk, and pulled out a rolled up piece of paper and a pen.

"Assignment? What are you talking about?"

"Here take this and this," it handed the paper and pen over the desk, "and I guess you'll be needing this as well." It got out of it's leather chair, and walked over to a little wooden cabinet sitting in the corner. The boy couldn't see what was in there as the entity looked through the contents of the box. After a moment, the creature found what it was looking for and stood up, then walked over to the boy with the newly acquired object. It handed him a brown, leather satchel.

"What am I going to need this for?"

"What do you think it's for? It's going to help you carry your belongings, but mainly it's to keep your parcels and documents safe."

The boy put the pen and paper in his satchel before slinging it over his shoulder.

"So what, am I some kind of makeshift mailman now?" He said, "And hold on a minute, I never agreed to this, I don't even know where I'm going."

"You'll be delivering that document to the spider queen, and after that you will return here."

The boy had a skeptical look on his face, "Right, the spider queen… This is a prank, isn't it?"

The creature walked past the boy, over to left wall on the barren side of the room. He then proceeded to push his hands through the wall like a ghost, and started slowly ripping a hole in the wall. Instead of a hole like the boy was expecting, the creature had created a portal.

"I assure you that this is no practical joke, now get going, it's best you find some shelter before dark," it stood there expectantly, waiting for the boy.

The boy was in a state of panic, he couldn't believe what was happening, "Fuck that shit!" He ran over to window, opened it, and got ready to jump out, but he stopped. He looked out the window and saw nothing but a black abyss, in every direction there was empty space, nothing for as far as the eye could see.

He walked away from the window shakily, eventually tripping over his own feet, and landing on his ass.

"Y-you said that we were in your office, r-right?" The boy said, he struggled to speak clearly.

"Correct."

"Where's your office?"

"Right here."

"Where is here?"

"Here is the void."

The boy tensed up at those words. The void? What the hell is that? What in the world is going on?

The creature came over, and grabbed the boy by the back of his neck, "That's enough questions for now, time to go."

"Wait! How am I even supposed to get back here?"

"Oh, that's right! Thanks for reminding me, I almost forgot."

"Forgot what?"

The creature turned the boy around, and before he could do anything he pushed the five fingers on his right hand into the boy's chest, and soon after broke them off. The missing fingers on the creature's hand quickly grown back, leaving five black gem looking stones stuck in the boy's chest, somehow there was no blood.

The boy escaped it's grasp, and stumbled in front of the portal facing the creature. That hurt like a bitch.

"What did you just do to me? You freak!"

"I gave you a portion of my power, you should be able to get back here the same way you'll leave. Also, don't tell anyone about the message you're carrying it, actual how about you just don't look at it at all, and if you do I'll kill you."

"Why don't you do it yourself? Doesn't sound like you need my help."

"Unfortunately I have been condemned to remain in this room for eternity."

"Must suck to be you then," the boy sudden realized something. "You shouldn't be throwing empty threats around."

"Pardon?"

"How are you going to kill me if you can even leave this place, huh?" The boy retorted cockily.

The creature did not take this kindly. The boy felt a sudden pain in his chest, and he struggled to breath, he feel to the floor gasping for air. The creature dropped down to one knee, and came close to the boys face, "Those stones I put in your chest isn't just to give power, it's also acts as a brand." The boy looked up at the creature leaning over him with fear as he struggled to breath, "It's also a kill switch, so If you do anything that upsets me, no matter the place, no matter the time, you'll dead. I guarantee it."

The kill switch that had been suffocating the boy earlier suddenly stopped after the creature's threat. He gasped in massive lung fulls of air, and he slowly stood up, his legs shaking.

"What is your name boy?"

"V-Vincent. Vincent Ashen."

"Well then, Mr. Ashen, best of luck," as soon as it finished it's farewell, it kicked Vincent in the chest, sending him flying through the portal.

He fell for a second but his quickly came into contact with the side of a snow mountain.

When his feet meet the side of the mountain he immediately began rolling down the side of the mountain, and trying to protect his head he curled up into a ball. Tumbling down the side of a mountain certainly wasn't fun, but not wearing much clothing made the trip down the side of the mountain only that much more painful and cold.

Suddenly his journey was cut short because the mountain ended in a steep cliff, and since the mountain was rather steep he wasn't able to slow himself down, "No, no, no, no, no, no!" Vincent was flung off the edge yelling at the top of his lungs. Thankfully, this was not his end, the cliff lead directly into a dense forest, with plenty of tall trees to break his fall and his bones. Vincent was dazed by the flips, and spins he made as he hit the branches of the trees. When his fall ended he hit the ground with a solid thud, and landed on his left arm.

He laid there for a few minutes groaning in pain. Exhausted, he tried to push himself, but ended up collapsing in pain, his left armed screamed in agony and Vincent did the same. He rolled onto his back and got up from there using only his right arm. He stood up weakly and applied a small amount of pressure to his left arm, which he immediately regretted.

"Yep, it's definitely broken," he leaned against the jagged cliff face, which was still close by. He looked around, taking in his surroundings, far as he could there were tall trees, and everything was covered in snow.

He held his broken arm close to himself, and shivered from the cold, "All my life I had wanted to see snow, but I never thought it would be like this," he let out a soft chuckle, "This week has been so shit."

Vincent stood up, he checked his satchel, saw that the letter and pen where fine, and straighten it. He checked his pockets and felt something, he pulled out his phone and earphones, he was happy beyond belief. The screen was cracked but besides from that it was in great shape, it could have been much worse. Suddenly a deep worry crossed his mind, he checked if it was still working, he pressed the on button, and was relived to see it power on like normal.

Vincent, being the somewhat sensible person he was, didn't want to freeze to death, so he started walking. He felt the snow crunch beneath his every step, and his socks become more wet as he went on. He noticed he had a limp when he walked, his body was badly bruised all over, and a particularly nasty bruise was on his left leg.

"Why couldn't I have fallen into water. I know it's cliché, but I would have preferred it much more than this."

Seeing that the journey out of the forest might take a while, he got out phone and earphones, plugged one into the other, put the ear phones in, and pressed shuffle. The first song that came up was 'Baths – Halls'.

As he walked he looked at the forest around him, the trees were a rather dark colour, almost black. There was no grass or shrubbery on the ground, any plant that wasn't tree was bound to die in this waether. The sky was a foggy white unlike the sea blue he was used to, it gave the forest a rather grim feel about it.

While walking, Vincent started thinking about the document he was carrying, What could it be about? Maybe I should take a lo- Wait, no, I shouldn't, that thing will get me with it's knockoff force choke if I try. Now that I think about, how would it know if I looked? It's not like it can see me or anything… I hope. Probably best not to try, not worth risking my life over.

Vincent was still in the snow forest, he had made some distance and had occasionally passed by wildlife every now and then, but the cold was starting to get to him now, "If I remember correctly, it takes at least ten minutes to freeze to death when you're dressed like this, I could be wrong but it sure doesn't feel like it."

Just as he finished that sentence, Vincent saw something in the distance, he could see green trees and bright sunlight, Holy shit! Is that…

With newly acquired determination Vincent sprinted over to the greenery. Once he was close enough he dove right on to the green grass, and relaxed as the sunlight gently touched his skin, warming his entire back. After a bit downtime, he soon got up, and notice something strange. There was straight line of snow where the snow forest cut off from the oak forest, Vincent looked up to see that the forests were divided all the way up to the sky. Over the snow forest was the same foggy white as before, but when the clouds reached the oak forest they cut off completely, leading to clear skies.

"What? How is this even possible?" He said as he reached his hand across the border and felt his hand enter the frigid cold, and the snow fall on his hand softly, "I don't even… You know what? Forget it, it doesn't matter." He brought his hand back into the comforting warmth of the oak forest and walked off.

He continued to walk for several hours, and every so often he'd come upon a pig, or some other farm animal, he eventually took out his earphones, preferring the silence. The sun was in the middle of setting when Vincent found the end of the forest. He burst forth from the tree line, and as he laid his eyes on the village in the middle of a grassy field, he felt more relieved then ever before in his life.

As he stood there looking around, he noticed a man emerge from the tree line a bit further down from him. He was rather muscular and had a thick brown beard, in one hand he had a pickaxe that was being dragged along the ground and the other hand was holding the end of a bag that was slung over his shoulder.

By this time the sun had completely set and it was night. Being the first human Vincent had seen in quite a while, he started walking over to the man, "Hey, you! Do you think you could hel-" His sentence was cut short as an arrow pierced his, already broken, left arm. At first he was in shock and couldn't feel anything, but after a few seconds the pain hit him like a freight train. He screamed out in agony, "Oh my god! Fuck!" He looked in the direction of his attacker and saw a lone skeleton standing in the tree line equipped with a bow and quiver.

"Wha-What?" Vincent stood there befuddled, What the hell is going on? What is this place?

He snapped out of his daze when he saw the it reach for another arrow. He frantically turned around and rushed towards the man with the pickaxe, "Help me! For the love of god help me!" He Hurriedly approached the man, who at this point had noticed Vincent coming towards him. As Vincent raced towards the man, another arrow hit him, this time in his left hand. He felt it pierce his flesh and break the bones in his hand, "God dammit! Why is it always the same spot! Please! Help me!"

The stranger turned towards him and said, "Sorry, not my problem," then be sped off, or at least tried to, whatever was in that bag of his was weighing him down severely, he could just barely move faster than Vincent, who was limping and move father slowly. "You son of a bitch," with shear willpower, Vincent ignored the pain in his leg, sprinting towards the man and eventually caught up to him, and he started running along side him. The skeleton was following close behind in hot pursuit , shooting arrows at the both of them, all of them close calls.

"Well would you look at that," Vincent said mockingly as he ran along side the stranger. "It seems that this is your problem now," the man was clearly not pleased with this turn events, he spun on his heel, turning around to face the skeleton, he put his bag in front of him as a makeshift shield, and charged the monster, while letting out what would be described as a battle cry. The skeleton stood it's ground and continued to shoot at the man, but the sack was blocking every arrow it sent the man's way. When he had finally reached the skeleton, he moved his bag out of the way while simultaneously raising his pickaxe above his head, and delivered a devastating blow that caved in the skeletons skull. With that single swing, the skeleton's body collapsed to the ground.

Vincent and the brooding man walked side-by-side towards the village, "Stupid kid, pain in my ass," the man was mumbled under his breath, normally Vincent would take this moment to annoy someone, but after all that had happened today, he just didn't have the energy for it. As they got closer to the village Vincent could see it more clearly, it was surrounded by a stone wall, which had a few sentries atop of it patrolling back and forth, there were several torches which helped fend off the darkness of the night. Lastly, there was huge wooden gate, it was covered it metal studs and had a sentry positioned right above it.

"Hey," the stranger called out to the sentry.

The sentry leaned over the edge of the wall, "Charles? Is that you?"

"Yes, it's me you bloody idiot, let me in."

"What have I told you about mining for too long."

"I have to. The extra time helps me get more ores."

"You're gonna get yourself killed one of these days."

"I don't care Fredrick just open the gate already!"

"Alright, alright, just give me a second," Fredrick disappeared from sight for brief moment, while he was gone the gates began to open slowly, the joints creaking loudly.

"There done."

"About time," Charles muttered under his breath, only Vincent could hear him. When they were though and the gates closed behind them, Vincent passed out and fell face first into the gravel. Laying there in bloody, bruised, and exhausted mess.

Well that's the first chapter, I know it was kinda generic, but it'll get better over time. Let know what you guys think and tell me if you spot any typos. Also, I don't know how often I'll be updating this story, but I'll try to aim between a week or two, don't quote me on that.