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Chapter XXV: Y

To say the least, we had discovered what we wanted. We got some answers, but at the cost of quite a few friends. I tried going back on the goddamn server, but it was gone. You know, deleted. Just like Forbidden. That only meant there might be more to come. This wasn't the end. This was far from the end. Our objective was pointless by now. There was no real reason to continue. After seeing the home video of the little boy, I felt sick - sick and scared. I wasn't sure why, but I did. It sure as hell wasn't nostalgia. It was a sickening feeling. I never understood it.

The morning after Xanadu was completed, I didn't act normal in the slightest. I went downstairs, ate, and went back to hide under my covers. My parents were out shopping, so they didn't see how paranoid I was. They didn't see how confused I was. Even if they did, they wouldn't understand. All I could do was wait for this feeling to subside, just like all my other feelings. I never act upon feelings. I only wait for them to go away. Maybe that's why I'm messed up.

To be honest, I wasn't sure whether Xanadu was real or not. The whole thing seemed incredibly fake and dream-like. In all honesty, it could've been fake. I was typing out the events of Xanadu and began wondering to myself, Did this really happen? It led me back to the nightmarish state that I was in the wake of the disaster. The disaster that left only four Debuggers left and a brand new mystery to try and figure out. Even though they weren't actually dead, it felt like. It felt like I had just watched five people get massacred.

Why the hell me, though?

Why did I have to end up like this?

It's a question I still ask myself today.

To try and ease my trouble freaking mind I hit up Garth and Ed and decided to head up to the mall. We had nowhere else to go, and it made me feel at home, so it seemed ideal. We went there and we just hung out. We played games, we ate, we talked, we felt normal. Well, I did, at least. They always felt normal. The scary yet happy thing about this was that I felt the most normal since before my journey into Ancient Minecraft began. Every now and then, after completing missions with The Debuggers, I'd hang out with Ed and Garth, but I'd feel scared. This time, though, I felt nothing but happiness. It was freaking amazing.

While we were walking around, I decided to go to the bathroom. We were going to see a movie or something. I forget which one. That didn't matter, though. What mattered was what happened when I went into the bathroom. I had finished washing my hands and I was about to exit when I got a phone call. I took out my phone and looked to see who was calling me.

"Calling: Conner"

This would be the first time I contacted him since what happened in Xanadu. This would be the first time I contacted any of the Debuggers since what happened. What would he say? I couldn't dare ignore him, but I was freaking scared. I answered since no one else was in the bathroom at the moment.

"Hi." I said.

"Are you okay?" Conner asked me. What a guy.

"Yeah."

"Listen, Blackfield said he wanted to hold a meeting tonight about what happened."

Are you freaking kidding me? We were all probably traumatized for life after what happened. Why the hell would Blackfield think of it as a good idea to bring us immediately back into this? I couldn't accept. This was nonsense. Blackfield was out of his mind. We needed rest, not work. We needed to get back on track. I had to decline.

"What time?" I asked.

"Six. He says he plans to uncover what might have happened with him being Xanadu and all. He says he already has a pretty good idea." Conner said and hung up. That was it. He said nothing else. He sounded dead. He sounded emotionally deprived. I honestly wasn't sure what part of the previous night caused all of these feelings to erupt. I mean, was it the death? Was it Blackfield being behind Xanadu's mask all along? Was it the freaking home movie? Everything seemed too eerie to handle. Yet, at the same time, I felt like all the answers were there. We just had to figure it out. That was the hard part, though.

The three of us went to the movies. It wasn't like a modern movie theater. It was one of those smaller ones that showed popular movies from long ago. Except this movie wasn't from long ago. It was only 1998. The movie was called Pi. It was about this dude and his odd obsession with numbers. I dunno if any of you have seen it, but it was creepy. I wasn't necessarily scared, since it was just a thriller, but I had an odd feeling from it. Everything felt strange. The whole thing was thought provoking, though. Maybe not to everyone, but to me.

Throughout most of the movie, I couldn't stop thinking. I was just thinking about it all. Xanadu; The Logic System; those crosses that are appearing everywhere now; and that home movie. That goddamn home movie. What the hell was the point of it? Had Notch planned to include that in the game? Why? It was freaky. It was odd, really. Who would do that? Was it his?

...

Did that home video belong to Notch?

There just went another theory. I saved up all my thoughts and went to the goddamn meeting that night. I planned to bring all thoughts to a close and perhaps finally reach some conclusion on the meaning of Ancient Minecraft. When I logged on, the columns around the pedestal were gone. It was incredibly dark in The Place, but I could barely see the other three in the corner. Blackfield, Solstice, and Conner were all standing in front of the tunnel, maybe crafting or something.

"What's going on? Where'd all the lights go?"

"We're finished," Blackfield said, "The Debuggers are done."

That was a surprise. I hadn't expected the man who formed it to close it down himself. That took guts.

"We're not a team anymore. We're only four teenagers who think that we can honestly make it to the end of this psychology test. What made The Debuggers what it was isn't there anymore. It's only us." He said disappointingly. I felt horrible for him. He sounded depressed. I couldn't blame him in the slightest, though. He had every single goddamn reason to be.

We just kinda stood around, waiting for a thought to arise. Conner said that Blackfield would be theorizing tonight, but there wasn't much to theorize about. We were stuck in a rut. He probably only called this meeting because he felt he had to avenge everyone who died. He felt responsible for seeing that the end of Ancient Minecraft came to light.

"What if more people join? There are four more Forbidden Machines left. What if somebody actually builds them?" I asked.

"Not likely in the slightest. The three machines left are left for a reason. They're the most complicated of all fourteen of them." Blackfield seemed to have extensive knowledge on this. Then again, he coined the goddamn term, I think.

"What was your Forbidden Machine, Blackfield?" Conner asked.

Blackfield began walking around aimlessly, "It was a cannon called Blitzkrieg. It was incredibly powerful. It had the power to disintegrate mountains instantly. I was horrified when I built it. That's all in the past, though."

"Sounds like you had the strongest." Solstice said.

"It was not. The strongest has yet to be built."

We all turned to him. A machine more powerful than a goddamn cannon that could destroy entire mountains?

"It was a machine that, when powered, could wipe out all life on a single server."

Are you freaking serious?

"It is simply called," Blackfield stopped walking around, "Y."

Howard: Guys, I appreciate your support despite many of you disbelieving me. I don't blame you, I really freaking don't. The thing is that I gave FMP this story to upload so my story could get out. I enjoy connecting with you, but I feel that many of the reviews have become consistent questions. Rather this, review with your thoughts on the story rather than trying to talk to me. If you feel you really have to talk to me, you can message FMP, but I can't keep responding to the same people. Once this is completed, I'll be gone, though. I'll be awaiting that day.

Howard Answers:

BlessedMC: You know, I thought the same thing. You were thinking XANA, weren't you? I was a decent fan of Code Lyoko back in the day.

Jack Cross: No apologies necessary, a common mistake. I was referring to your name, but Nathanial Mountain sounds badass too.

BladeInTheDark: I'm currently a senior. I was a junior when this occurred. If The Debuggers had never come along then I would be playing a much simpler form of Ancient Minecraft. The trauma really began when Solstice began interfering with my world. And I don't eat pie, though I used to enjoy cherry.

WildSmilingPasta: That's a very interesting story, but the review section isn't a good place for it, dude. Upload it to the site or something. I'll have FMP drop a review, I guess.

Guest: Wat.

Guest (CreepersDebuggingMinecraft): Oh, I see. I was very confused on what you were trying to say. Since I don't play Minecraft anymore, I might not be able to go on the server, but I'll see.

manaphymajic1999: Goddamn you are so close.

Blocker11: Xanadu wasn't there just to mess with us. He had a vital role. You'll have to wait a little later on until that becomes evident.