Xephos was dreaming too, but not about Minecraft. He dreamt of a town. No, bigger than a town, a city! Technology everywhere, cars, and people walking... It was the biggest city he'd ever seen in a long time.

He was walking, looking around, unsure of why he was dreaming of this strange place tonight. Typically dreams were of his home world, of his past, the life that he left behind for the new one he has now. Though this city did resemble something like the one on his planet, maybe it was. Who knew?

Suddenly the terrain started to change, about halfway through the city. It turned into a much more familiar environment, he was... back in Minecraftia? But that made no- oh well... it was a dream. Better to go with it and not ask questions, right?

Suddenly though, coming his way was... himself? "What the-"

He- the other Xephos, stopped in place, prompting him to do the same. "Who are you?" One called out to the other.

"I could ask you the same question. Why do you look just like me?"

"What? You look just like ME!"

The real Xephos ran to a mirror and blinked several times when he saw his new reflection. He was the voice, the man from the mirror earlier. "WHAT THE HELL?!"

The other Xephos shook his head. "T-this is too strange... I look like my minecraft character, and you're me... What kind of fever dream am I having?"

"Dream? Your dream?" Xephos shook his head. "This is my dream. And what do you mean that I'm your 'character'? Also, don't you mean- Nevermind." He shook his head again, "Look, who are you? Are you the voice?"

"The voice? That shitty TV show with that guy from Maroon Five and Cee-Lo green?"

"What?"

"Nothing."

They stared at each other for several moments, before suddenly the whole world shifted, and they were back in their proper forms. "This is too weird..." the voice said slowly, looking himself up and down.

"Too weird." Xephos agreed. "I wonder what Lalna will make of this."

"Lalna? You mean Duncan's- OH I GET IT!" The voice laughed now, cheerful suddenly. "I'm dreaming this because I've been working too much. Thank you, THANK you. God I was almost worried."

Xephos tilted his head. "Duncan? You've said that name before, usually referring to Lalna. Is that his voice? And Honeydew, his voice is named... Simon? And Lomadia is Hannah?"

"Y-yeah, I guess... And I'm Lewis. You're my Minecraft account; clearly I managed to get sick due to overwork, and you're my mind punishing me for that." He said it all with a smile, like he was talking to a naughty puppy. "Any minute now I'll wake up, and Hannah will have breakfast ready for me."

"Punish you say…" Xephos spat out with a slight growl, quickly charging him, taking Lewis to the ground, his hands around his throat. "Lewis then... It would seem I have an interesting opportunity. I can kill you; stop your bloody voice from ringing in my head, you controlling my very actions… though being that this is either a dream or a trick I doubt it will work... but either way it might bring some satisfaction." His grip tightened around Lewis's neck.

Lewis's eyes bugged out, grabbing the spaceman's arms, he shook his head. "X-xephos..."

Xephos's hands loosened, his brow covered in sweat. "What?"

"The fangirls are right. You are a fucking bastard sometimes. MILITARY TRAINED BASTARD!" Lewis yelled, kicking Xephos in his leg, rolling over and getting on top of him.

"I don't know what in the world you're talking about Lewis," Xephos spat, growling and turning them over again, landing a punch square into his mouth, "But whatever it is, I swear to you, you won't have to worry about them much longer."

"Impossible!" Lewis called out, shuffling back to avoid a hit. "I created you, so you can't do anything to me! And this is just a crazy dream; nothing will come of this!"

"STOP TALKING!" Xephos swung at him again, "JUST STOP IT!"

"Why? Don't like the sound of your own voice?"

"You sound... NOTHING...Like me!"

Lewis only laughed, spitting the blood at him. "Clearly they lack microphones in Minecraft. As well as echos."

Xephos turned away, shaking now, groaning in frustration as he clenched his head. He was angry, too angry, he no longer even wanted to kill Lewis, just wanted him to shut up, wanted to stop hearing that voice. That voice that's been echoing in his head for years now; he'd heard it too long already, and now it was in his DREAMS, what more did it WANT?!

Suddenly there was a loud noise, and the dream started to fade. Xephos went flying upwards...Lewis...downwards? "W-what?" he choked out as he moved, "What's going-"

But he was already awake. Shooting up in the bed, glancing around the room, his eyes went wide.

He wasn't in Minecraftia anymore.