Our story begins in a small house in the middle of a forest biome. A twelve year-old boy is shuffling through his things in his chest. He wears a pure black hoodie and always keeps the hood on. He wears blue jeans and red black stared tennis shoes. He was your every day kid. Except he wasn't on Earth. He was in Minecraft. He knew this, and he didn't care. He thought it was fun. No physics, complete freedom, what kid wouldn't? He even changed his name. His name was now Demon, expert thief. He also prided himself for being the only non-cube human around. The cube-humans would hire him to steal from other cube-humans. That was always fun. He would always succeed, as when he got caught the cube-humans couldn't hurt him. The way they attacked just didn't effect him. Just moving your arm forward isn't enough, buddy. And that's why Demon is currently digging through one of his many, many chests. Finally finding what he needed, he walked over and put the porkchop in the furnace. Waiting about twelve seconds, he pulled it out and ate it. Fully fed he headed to bed. Crawling under the covers, he began thinking about his position. He was in one of his favorite video games, Minecraft. But he had no friends or family. That's what got him. He quickly shook the thoughts from his head, not wanting to think about it. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. A long ways away, two figures watch Demon sleep. "How did we never notice him? He has quite the history." One said. "We're not perfect, but he is." The second responded. "Let's just take him now, he's the only male around and we have our needs." The figure began walking towards the house. "No," said the second figure,"We can't take him by force, we need to persuade him." "Fine, but we'd better have him by a week." "Oh, we will one way or another."
