As Kyle came to, he found himself in a place completely different from his room.
"What the fuck, where am I?" Kyle questioned as he looked around the unknown place he was in. The place seemed very different from his home. Everything was square shaped, even the ground. There were sheep grazing the open fields, with a couple of pigs scattered around.
Even though it was his favorite game, Kyle was a bit of a retard, so it took him a little bit to figure out where he was.
"Holy fucking shit! I'm in Minecraft! How the fuck did I get here?" Kyle babbled on and on excitedly, as he was in what he considered to be the best game ever. This would have gone on for much longer, if not for the person calling out to him.
"Who is that over there?" a voice questioned as he listened to Kyle scream like a dumbass.
"The fuck, there are other people in Minecraft too?" Kyle asked himself as he finally stopped his screaming.
The person was now finally visible in Kyle's vision. He seemed to have dark blue pants, and a light blue shirt. Like the world Kyle was now in, this person was squared shaped as well.
"Holy shit, is that Steve?" Kyle questioned the man before him as he ran towards the man.
"Yes, I am the man known as Steve? How do you know my name? Are you a fucking rapist?" Steve nervously asked as he backed away, as the boy was in his private space.
"No, I'm not a fucking rapist, you dumbass! I am the man who controls you and make you do the things that you do!" Kyle said to Steve as he smirked.
"You're fucking delusional kid, no one controls me except for me." Steve told the boy as he reached his hands into what seemed to be a chest.
Kyle realized what Steve was doing, and asked if he could do it as well. He tried as best as he could, imagining his very own inventory. This worked, and Kyle's inventory appeared in front of his huge head.
"Holy shit, my own inventory!" Kyle exclaimed as he looked through it. "What the fuck, why don't I have any items?"
"You have to collect them yourself, dumbass." Steve told the boy as he finally found what he was searching for.
"Don't call me a fucking dumbass, you blockheaded piece of shit! I'm the reason you're even alive! You should be bowing to me!" Kyle angrily screamed in Steve's face as he pulled out what looked like a weapon. "Oh my fucking god, you only have a wooden sword? You're a fucking joke! If I were you, I would already have five diamond swords!" Kyle boasted as he laughed hysterically, much to Steve's anger.
"Shut your mouth you fatass before I fucking beat you down with this piece of wood!" Steve screamed at Kyle, spittle coming out of his mouth.
"You wish you could kill me, stupid fucking man! I'll beat you down with my bare hands! I'm a black belt in Tae Kwon Do." Kyle lied through his teeth, trying to get Steve to calm down.
Kyle was not a black belt in anything. The boy could not even get a white belt if he tried, even with it being the first belt given. This lie was used by Kyle many times before. He used it whenever he made someone angry with his shit talking and never ending racial slurs.
"What the fuck is a Tae Kwon Do?" Steve questioned as he let his guard down. Kyle used this opportunity to clumsily run at Steve, hoping to beat him and take the wooden sword for himself.
"I'm going to beat the shit out of you, you fucking cracker!" Kyle screeched as he sprinted as fast as his three-hundred fifty pound body could carry him. This did not work out for him, as he tripped over his feet, falling flat on his face right in front of Steve.
Steve found this amusing and began to chuckle, much to Kyle's embarrassment.
"Don't laugh at me!" Kyle howled as his face became as red as a tomato from the physical activity he had just done.
Steve finally began to stop laughing and looked at Kyle, who laid on the ground, exhausted. "Okay kid, are you finally done throwing a hissy fit?"
Kyle seemed to mumble an angry yes at the man who beat him without moving a muscle.
"Okay, now that you're done, I can show you how to survive in this world."
"I don't need help from you, bitch!" Kyle screamed as he finally pulled himself off the ground.
Kyle walked over to a tree and began punching it. After a couple of punches, the tree finally fell apart, wood flying to Kyle's inventory.
Seeing this action take place, Steve's eyes widened as he looked at the boy in a a new light. "Is the boy talked about in the prophecy?" He questioned quietly to himself as he watched Kyle hurt his hand and scream inappropriate slurs and curses at the tree.
He walked up to the boy, and told him in the most serious voice he could muster, "You need to come with me."
Kyle looked over at the man, whose change in attitude caused confusion in Kyle's tiny brain. "Why do I need to come with you? I told you that I don't need your help already, you fucking cuck."
"That's not what this is about. This could affect all of this world and your life."
"Okay, I'll come with you! Jesus, what the fuck crawled up your ass?" Kyle questioned the man as they started walking in one direction. "Where the fuck are we even going to?"
Steve turned around and told the boy exactly where they were going. "We are going to the Village to see if you are the boy of the prophecy."
Kyle could only say two sentences after he heard this. "The fuck are you talking about, prophecy? This is fucking Minecraft, not World of Warcraft, dumbass."