Surviving Pixelation

by Reidisaboss

Jack wakes up in a brand new world. Everything is pixelated, and soon he realizes he is in minecraft. He stumbles upon a village and tries to steal some materials. He is caught, and soon he realizes that he must travel to the distant village of creative. He takes two new friends with him on the trip to a city with unlimited resources. Check out my other fanfictions, of PJatO, HoO.

2. Surviving pixelation Chapter 2

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Chapter 2: Pixelated!

"What the!?" I thought as I woke up the next morning. My arms were pixelated. I was standing in the middle of a moorland, but this moorland was a minecraft moorland.I couldn't believe it. I was in minecraft! The moorland stretched out for a long ways, until it faded into a place with sparsely placed trees dotting the moorland. Beyond that, I couldn't see. Weird and scary. I knew I needed to eat. I went over to an oak tree. I looked through the leaves until I found an apple. I brought it up to my mouth and ate it. For a second, my hunger bar flashed before my eyes, telling me how hungry I was. It was full, but it hadn't been before. I could also see my health bar, telling me I had Full health. I decided I needed some food, so I looked for a cow, hoping I could get some more food before dark. I wandered into the woods. Where are you, cow? I kept going. It was getting dark, and I didn't want to run into any mobs. I realized I hadn't gotten any wood yet, something I needed to craft basic tools and weapons. I got some, but I didn't know how to make a crafting table, which I needed to make the tools. I tried a lot of things to get the crafting table made, even telepathically, but nothing worked. I slammed my hand down on the wood, screamed "CRAFTING TABLE!" Amazingly, a crafting table appeared in my hands. It worked! Huh. I hit the crafting table, and then said "stick." Nothing happened. Then I noticed a small waistband around my waist. I reached into a pocket and pulled out a stick. I got more wood and made a wooden sword. That should protect me against angry mobs like zombies and spiders for now. I kept going, hoping to find some stone to make a stronger sword.

I saw light. Lava? Whatever it was, mobs wouldn't be able to spawn near it, because they need a lower light level to spawn. I went toward it. Wood planks? And Cobblestone? And torches? It was a village. What should I do? Should I go and seek shelter farther in the woods? Or should I stay here for the night? Would the people help me? I decided not to take the risk. I crept into the village. Slowly, I went into what looked like the library, judging by the bookshelves. I froze. There, barely three blocks away from me, in white robes, was the sleeping librarian. I slowly backed out the door. When I turned around, there was a zombie.

"HHHHHHHUUUUURRRRRRR" it moaned. I slowly maneuvered around it and it only managed to hit me once with its green fist. I pulled out my wooden sword. I turned and slashed at it, once, twice, and three times. Finally, on the fourth hit, it turned red and disappeared. God, I was so low on hearts. I had, like two left. I felt like I was on fire. I slowly limped over to one of the small houses. I knew from experience that there were always two or three three by three by four houses. Slowly, I mended until I had about half my hearts left. This was no good. I went in the house. Wait. Mobs could spawn in there, and I couldn't protect myself with a wooden sword. Especially not against a skeleton. They could kill me with their bows without me being able to get a single hit on them. Then I saw another 3x3x4 house, and this one had a light coming from it. I crept over and looked inside. Inside was a small living space with a crafting table, a furnace,a small chest, and a bed. Inside the bed was a man with a basic Steve skin, a skin was what the person looked like. I wondered what my skin was. Could I go to third person view, so I could see myself? "Third person view?" I thought. Wow! It worked. I was in a blond skin, I looked like I was a bullrider. I had green eyes, just like I did when I was back in the real world.

There was a chest in the room. Maybe I could get what he had? Would the noise from opening it wake him? I had to risk it, I had almost nothing. I slowly opened the chest. Some wood and some utilities made of wood and one made of stone, a pickaxe! I needed a stronger sword, not something used for mining, something I didn't need to do right now. But there was some cobblestone and some leather, which I needed to make armor. I took the leather and the cobblestone and the food. He was cooking food in the furnace so it would fill his hunger bar more. I took what was done, the coal and the raw beef he hadn't finished cooking. As I was closing the chest, he stirred and woke up. "Stop! Thief!" He shouted.