They're coming for me. I know it's me. There's no one else here, and if there were, They've already killed them.
Why did I have to look at it? That's rule number one when you go to the End: Don't look. If you look, They can see you. They can find you. They can kill you.
But I was a fool. I looked. They saw me. They'll find me. No matter where I go, no matter how fast I run, They'll find me.
No running, no hiding, from the ones that are finding...
If I had just worn a pumpkin like the others, they would be alive, I wouldn't be a dead man walking. But I looked. Never look. Never, ever look.
I can hear them. In the back of my head. Marking me as one of Theirs. Theirs to hunt. Theirs to find. Theirs to kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. I wonder what patterns my blood will make upon the wall. Will it spray? Will it trickle? Will it drip, drip, drip onto the floor?
I don't want to die. I don't want to see the white eyes of the one to judge. I don't want the memories of my life to be filled with those eyes staring deep into my soul. Would Notch be kind to me? Would he keep me from turning into a monster? Ripping teeth and tearing flesh. The first one's done and now I'm next.
I am going crazy. I know I am. But it doesn't matter. Nothing matters except for Their blood-thirsty screeching outside my door. They're so lonely. Only having Themselves until someone looks at Them. Perhaps They could be reasoned with in the old days, when Their coding was new, but now They just want to feel my warm red bloody blood on Their hands, in Their sharp, sharp teeth.
I think I'm safe for now. I've crawled my way under a pillar. Why are these pillars here? Are they the cause of Their torment? Maybe. All I know is that I'm hungry. I need food. But so do They. Munch, munch. Soon, They'll dig Their way through the hard obsidian. And then I'll be dead. A useless lump of flesh. No- not useless. I'll fill Their bellies. Give Them entertainment.
They're reaching for me. I can see Their hands. Dark hands, black as the sky above. Shriveled hands. Dead hands. Soon-to-be red hands.
They want me out, I know they do. They're trying to coax me with Their screeching and blurbs, drool dripping from Their big, big mouths.
I dig deeper into the yellow stone. My pickaxe is about to break. It's the only thing I have left. The others had the rest of my stuff. When I looked, They saw them. They killed them.
I remember the others faintly. The screeching making it hard to think. There were two others. One wasn't even supposed to be here. His name had been Phil. He had been a young villager, too eager to leave his safe boring life behind. Alex and I had used him as a pack-mule of sorts. He couldn't fight.
Alex... My best friend. Her hair blonde in the sun, red in the caves. Her skin was lighter than mine. We grew up together. Running and playing in the plains biome right next to our town.
When They got her... I couldn't look away. Rip, rip, rip. She screamed the whole time They ate her alive. Now she's just pile of bones. One day adding to the yellow stone, the stone made of bone. Heh. I rhymed Alex! Did you see that?... No. You didn't. You've already met him. The Judge. I hope he takes you to the Aether. The world of skies.
You always liked to look up. Don't look. You liked to watch the clouds float by. We dreamed of talking to those clouds, of what we would say if we got to meet one. I wonder what they would say, now, seeing me deep in others remains, hiding from the ones you can't hide from.
They're digging deeper. Grabbing the blocks and throwing them out of the way. If I die, Alex, will I meet you in the land of clouds? Or shall I go with the Judge, to his land below? I don't want to risk it. I looked. I did the thing you're never meant to do. I'm going to the Nether, Alex. I'm going to burn, burn, burn until my flesh is gone. I will return to the Overworld, and bring the Judge to others.
Yes, Alex. I liked PvP. But I never killed anyone. I never stabby stabbed them in the heart.
I wonder if I can make a break for it.
It hurts, Alex. Who knew taking your hand off with a dull pickaxe would bring so much pain. But, the pain is good. It tells me I am alive. That I have a chance to escape. The pain is filled with hope. No hope.
They go flying after my hand. Howling in glee. So happy that there is something to sooth Their rabid thirst.
It hurts while I run. My arm is throbbing with pain to the beat of my heart. Ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump!
I see you, Alex. You are crumpled right next to Phil's remains. I didn't like Phil. But you did. I suppose you tried to save him. But he wasted it. His one chance. He wasted your life. I hate him. He killed you. It's his fault this happened. The fool didn't bring a pumpkin. I gave him mine. He's the reason I looked. He's the reason you're dead.
I'm going to kill him. But I can't. He's already down, down, down in the Nether and he's burn, burn, burning. I wish I could hear him scream.
The portal feels funny when I hop through. As though it's tainted. It's tainted with your blood, Alex. I'm going to fix this.
I read The End of Man by Prospit Monarch, which then sparked my imagination, so this happened.
I love horror fics in this style, anybody know of one?