Hi! This is the second chapter, and I know that it is a little short, so yeah. I promise that the next chapter will be longer. Thanks for reading, feedback is great, and I hope you enjoy!
I stand up and look around me. I've never been in a room of such luxury before. Or where everything is… square-ish. I mean I'm still the same. So I attribute the 'blockiness' of everything to the engineer. I look around to the long table behind me. Man, am I hungry. I could use something to help settle my stomach. I start down the tables, taking only what looks to be what I know what it is. Chicken, bread, pie. That sort of stuff. I sit down on the floor, and dig in. I look to my left and to my right. After that, I yell out 'hello' to see if anyone would respond. Nobody does. Oh, well, more food for me. I was just about to leave the room, when I hear a booming laugh, along with the laughter of other people, not as significant. "So you got teleported here, and expect to be able to freely wander around the place that I worked so hard to build? Ha! I think that you are a funny young man, John." Palace? John? What? I've only been here for a few minutes. How could he possibly know my name? I wheeled around to see a man in brown tunic-looking thing with a long beard. "Are you head honcho 'round here?" I asked.
"Yes, and I am Lord Notch, Notch to you, I guess," he replied. We shook hands, and only then did I realize what happened. I'm in Minecraft. "You are probably exploding with questions, and most will be answered in time, but a few may be answered now. 1. How did you get here? That was the easy part, we inside of Minecraftia were able to change nature, in a very, very bad way, and that is why we need your help. We simply transferred your existence to be here. are you here? Well, we need your help, then after that we will talk about your reward. 3. H-,"
"Wait, reward? I need to go home now… Like right now. Not years later, now." I responded. He scratched the back of his neck.
"Small issue with that, my bastard child of a brother, Herobrine, was how you got here in the first place, he opened a portal that sucked you into your world. And you hung in limbo for a while, while I tried to transfer your existence. That stuff is way too complicated anyhow, so don't bother with the explanation. Just know that you are here. And we are in trouble. So we need some help." He pleaded his case. Well shit. Looks like I'll be stuck until I do what he wants.
"Fine, but when this is all done, I want to go home. Got it?" I said. He quickly accepted it without a second thought. "What do I need to do while I am here?" I asked.
" Basically you have two , and kill my brother, Herobrine. I can only help you with the first, but after that, you are on your own." I looked at him, to continue," I'll give a bow and 2 stacks of arrows. And enough food to keep until you can get a farm going. Does that sound fair?" I nodded, knowing full well that this is a very good head-start. Notch spoke again, "You don't have a last name, correct?" I nodded, "So how about John Block, would that work?" I nodded again. He spoke again, "You will only be able to remember your name when you are teleported there. You will retain basic knowledge like crafting recipes and how to survive, and I will give your memory back once you are done." He reached up and touched my head, and came away with a ball of blue aura. That was the last thing I saw before I was teleported.
I look up from where I landed on the ground. It all blocky. Oh, right, I'm in Minecraftia. My name is John Block. Brilliant, stuck in a god-well, Notch forsaken place! I guess that I should start getting some wood to start getting a house made. I end up punching 20 blocks of wood before mobs spawn. Now it's getting to be nighttime. So I build a quick hut, and make some basic stuff: crafting table, chest, planks and such. I start to work on a door for the place, but decide to put it on in the morning. I end up huddling in the corner in the basic set of clothes that I arrived here with. Man, it's cold. But before I fell asleep, I started to think about why I am here, but I am too exhausted to really put together any coherent thoughts. I end up conking out with a wood plank serving as my pillow.