Disclaimer: I do not own minecraft. Enjoy. Please review and unlike any other story I have written, this one will take a little twist. I signed the mob treaty, so now I can't portray mobs as selfless beings in my next two stories. That was the deal. The other one is through herobrines eyes. Check the story out.
I joined the game. I had just recently bought a new game called minecraft. It was, interesting. The graphics were okay, but it was sort of, well you know. Having 64 cubic meters in your so called inventory assumingly in you, is unrealistic. (I am coming out with "Minecraft. What is almost impossibly wrong about it.) I was not playing a server, so let's delete join and replace entered. I started back in my survival world and pressed F5, so I could see everything around as well as myself, the block man. I haven't change my skin yet.
I started off with mining some wood. I got some food after that. I raised my blocky fist when suddenly, the pig snorted loudly. Like really loudly. I lowered my fist. "What the **** is wrong with you?" said...the pig? "What the? You can talk? Is this a hack? Or a mod?" I asked. "...you idiotic minecraft people. Do you know anything?" said the pig.
My minecraft crashed. First time ever. I launched it once again and I came back to my world. For some reason I was in my house. I walked around some more, creeped out, but decided I was hallucinating or sleepy, since it was like ten o clock. I was currently sneaking this. I was suppose to be in bed by nine. Who cares. I thought everything was okay when, as I was walking back to my house, I encountered three zombies. One was one of those really scary midget zombies that were as fast as sprint and full speed.
Stay back! We'll take care of him!" said the first zombie. "Rather not. Call the ender police!" said the other one. Instantly purple flakes appeared and a enderman appeared. "Why do you minecrafters always bother us so much?" the enderman asked. I was too shocked to speak. The enderman raised it's arms and I blacked out.
When I woke up I was in a obsidian cage. I looked around. That's when I realized I...I shifted around. I looked at myself. Oh no...This is impossible! It was impossible, yet it was true. I was in the *****ing world of minecraft.
My first impulse was to yell "What the ****!" but I held it back. At least I knew something about minecraft...I probably spent more time on minecraft wikia then I did actual minecraft. There was a bag hooked on my belt, that I guess I had. I looked inside and it was my inventory. A crafting table, food, a wooden sword and some thirty two of wooden planks, and four torches that I mined from the bonus chest. Great. Not going to go far with this. Then I heard a ender sound. Like that weird thing you here from an enderman. And I think there were purple frost over there...This was getting weirder by the moment. I was about to try and find an escape route when I heard a whisper. "Who's that?" I heard. It was raspy. "Shush. I think it may be...a minecraftian."
The whole room went silent again just as it was. I tried to take a closer look at them but it was too dark. "Hello?" I said. I heard more whispers. "Definitely a minecraftian," said a groaning voice, literally groaning. It sounded like, a zombie? I said two more hellos, with only whispers to greet me. I sighed and remembered the torches. I placed one. It lit the place up and I saw in more cages was a zombie, an enderman, which would explain the purple frost, a creeper, and a spider. Instantly the spider hissed, the creeper cowered, the enderman grew angry and the skeleton archers, without the bows for some reason let out a bone clinking noise.
"Woah. Hold on there. I am a minecraftian, but I don't come from here. Like not even in this dimension." I said. "It's okay since you probably despise me but please don't hurt me." I said, which was stupid since they couldn't attack me. "Wow. Another god dang stupid minecrafter. Why us?" said the spider. "I'm not stupid! I come from a different dimension I already told you!" I said offended. "You can...you can speak to us?" said the creeper. "Yes, I can," I said warily, and then I realized I was talking to dangerous hostile mobs. Good thing those skeletons didn't have bows, so they couldn't shoot an arrow through the bars and hurt me.
"You are special! Maybe he's..."said the skeleton archer, bones clinking. "Don't be ridiculous. He can't be..." said the creeper. I felt like I was left out. "Hello? I'm hearing this. What do you mean by he? You mean me right? Listen I just want to find my dimension," I said. "Do you come from the nether? Or even the Aether?" asked the enderman. I don't come from either. I come from...a dimension not even, like blocks." I said. There were whispers and gasps. "The world I come from is all different shapes and it doesn't have, well you guys."
"...so you are different. A place with no blocks. With no mobs...you are strange. If there are no blocks why are you a block?"said the skeleton archer. "Uh, well I wasn't before. My names Spark, by the way. What are yours?" I asked. I was met by assumably questioning faces. "Well, why isn't your name minecraftian? Or is your species called spark?" said the creeper. "No, in my world, called earth, we have personal names. What's your's?" he asked again. "Are names are indifferent. We are named after our species. This is creeper, this is skeleton, this enderman, and this spider. I am zombie." said the zombie.
"Okay. So I think i I have gotten through the first stage. But what do you mean him?" I said.
"Well...should we tell him?" said the spider. "Well, he can understand us so whatever." said the creeper. "Well one time there was a man that could talk to mobs. Hostile and not. He could also talk to his own species, the minecraftians. He understood us, and became friends with us. He set up a research center and studied them, and the mobs were his friends. The people of his village however, hated mobs, just as they do now. They called him, divergent. That means different. One day the people of the town burned down the lab, and killed the man.
They were evil and killed all the mobs too. We rebelled against them, for they were destroying everything, including some of our land that we like to roam. We destroyed the village. It is rumored that there were more divergent people out there...and we think you're one of them." I nodded. It was a lot to take in, and also including I came from a whole nother world. "So also. One more thing. And this will probably be the weirdest for you guys. Do you a person named Notch?" I asked them. They started hissing and clacking and giving off a creepy hum (in the enderman's case). "He is the creator of minecrafters! He is evil. There was once nothing, except two people named Herobrine and Notch. They lived in the oblivion, with nothing. Herobrine liked it. Darkness...ah. But no, happy times don't last. Notch decides to make a stupid block world. He created stupid stuff and underground caves, though those are kind of cool. Then he made minecrafters,"the enderman said sadly. "They polluted the caves making pointless weapons and stuff. Herobrine saw how terrible the foul species were turning out and made some of his own, us. But of course Notch gives them power to steal all of Herobrine's precious jewels and things to craft strong weapons. They took his favorite ores. Diamonds! Gold! Lapis lazuli! Herobrine got so mad, he gave us our will to kill minecrafters, though they were stronger. Notch decided to have a battle with Herobrine. They fought for two days. Finally Notch used his ultimate new power, sunlight. It killed tons of mobs. And Herobrine was blinded. He was injured and from his blood leaked, redstone. Notch wasn't done yet. He hated the darkness and made the overworld, with sunlight 24/7. Minecrafters made stupid pointless buildings and many other things. And what were their resources? All of Herobrine's ores. They were almost all gone. There sport was killing mobs. And to this day, it still is.
The mobs decided to take action, and so did herobrine. He created spawner dungeons and would spawn us infinitely. So we would always try and take back the world. But he created a mob heaven, called the nether. Mobs lived there. It's a huge netherrack cave system with his castles. Then Notch made portals, and Notch of course made a portal to the nether. Minecrafters started to flood the land of the nether. Herobrine decided to make an elite force. He created magma cubes, blazes, ghasts, and zombie pigmen. Magma cubes could burn the opponent and split up into tiny little things, and blazes could shoot fire, as well as ghasts. Zombie pigmen looked like minecrafters, but they were half zombie and half pig. They wielded a gold sword. They drove minecrafters out, but some still pass through defenses. Notch created his own world, the Aether, opposite of us. We hate each other. And that is our story," said the enderman. I was astounded, and taken back. Wow. That was the mobs side of the story. I have heard of another story of how the world was made, except on Notch's side.
"Wait, why are you guys here?" I asked. "We are all, we all believed in the divergent and have been trying to find them like, forever." said the spider. "We all believed and this is where it got us. But I guess we were lucky," said the enderman.
"And also you know Notch is a man from my world that created minecraft, you know," I said.
"What are you- clang!" A iron bar moved and two armored zombies came out. One said with a gruff and really groaning voice," You! Minecrafter! Prepare for execution!"