I Don't Own Minecraft
I was incredibly bored at the moment and a tiny bit freaked out, but I was ignoring that latter part of my mind, as I looked around the black void I was in. Nothingness for miles all around and I didn't even have a body to my name at the moment. I just seemed to be floating in the void, I couldn't feel my arms either, hell for all I know I was falling at the moment, since I couldn't seem to be able to breath at the moment, that means there isn't any air, meaning that I wouldn't feel the wind if I was falling.
At first it admittedly had scared the hell out of me, but now I was just bored. I'm pretty sure I wasn't in a coma or anything, and I'm having a hard time recalling anything of importance at the moment, like anything from my past. I could still remember faces and the like, even some names, but my own has escaped me. I didn't like it, my memories were kind of important to me. Did I know why? No, because I didn't remember but that doesn't mean they weren't mind and I'd really rather hold onto them.
I would be panicking a lot more if it got worse but it hadn't, it just stayed fuzzy an in the back of my mind but the blurry memories didn't get any worse as time went on. I didn't know how much time to be honest, I got bored easy, I knew that. I remember my own self at least, so it's not like I'm going to have some stupid internal crisis about who I am. I know who I am, even if I don't remember my name.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, I've been busy with...stuff" I'll admit, I had zoned out a while ago, I mean there was nothing to look at so why focus on the things around me that didn't change, it just made me annoyed at how bored I was. I mention all this because the sudden voice startled me a lot more than I would like to admit. Focusing back on my surroundings, I saw the person, man, who had spoken.
He looked normal enough, very normal in fact. A bit of a bland face with a plain pair of glasses, and pretty simple clothing, just some jeans and a t-shirt, the only thing that looked a bit weird was the fact that his hair was long and being kept in checked by a beanie of all things. And yet, he didn't seem...real? No that wasn't the word for it, he didn't seem like he appeared. Like something was missing from this picture, not to mention why a person was here to begin with, not like I could ask. I kind of don't have a body at the moment. Almost like the man had read my mind, he snapped his finger like he was remembering something as he said.
"Right, sorry about the body, your transition wasn't as smooth as the last one. You have a pretty strong mental strength, even as a defense mechanism but that's not exactly important right now, or in general, moving on, here" I blinked, which was an interesting shock as I hadn't blinked in like however long I had been in this void. Looking down, I felt my body come back to me, my first thought was about how I was naked, my second was the sudden blinding pain.
"Gahh!" My knees gave out as what felt to be hundreds of needles ripping into my flesh as I bit down, almost into my tongue as I felt the pain course through my body for just a moment before it was over as I slumped a bit on the ground as unwanted tears tried to flood into my eyes, as my hand shot out and dug my nails into the ground as I tried to ground myself from the pain, it wasn't working, then suddenly it was gone. What in the fresh hell was that!?
"Right, this is the void, minor overlook on my part sorry about that" I blinked as I wiped the water from my eyes angrily as I glared up at the man fora second before noticing something from the corner of my eye. I had a faint shimmer of grey smoke-like stuff floating off my skin. But that wasn't the only thing on me, my entire right arm was no longer a tan normal skin color, it was pure black, it was hard to see it with how it was blending into the background.
Looking down, I winced as I stood up and saw that it wasn't only my right arm, it was a part of my chest as well, along with my entire right shoulder, it even got down to my right leg but it stopped before it got to my upper thigh. My mind was in a state of disbelief at whatever the hell happened to my body, for a moment I was just kind of not sure what to do. That quickly wore off as I looked up and glared at the man, not caring that I was suddenly aware of how tall he was.
"Minor? What is wrong with you? That was terrible you prick" The man just smiled at that, like he was enjoying me insulting him, what the hell? Is he a masochist or something?
"That's fair, I mean I guess it would be torture for you but I mean, hey, you got something cool out of it though so suck it up" Cool? I looked at my probably deformed limbs and side of my chest and looked up at him like he was an idiot. I could feel them itch a tad from whatever the hell this 'void' did to me when I grabbed onto it from when I was in mind numbing pain.
"Uh huh, how about you start talking about why in the world I'm here, because if you keep this up I'm going to punch you in the teeth" I'm not naturally violent, incredibly sarcastic and a bit of a dick? Sure. But I'm not one to normally just straight up be violent for no reason, but that doesn't mean I'm particularly bad at violence. In fact it's pretty much the opposite, but even as I said that, I couldn't help but feel that I wouldn't be close enough to hurt this guy. It was clear the grey stuff floating off my skin was protecting me from being hurt, but he seemed completely fine without it, and he just managed to give me a body as well, whoever this person is, they aren't human. It was a tad bit worrying, not that I would let it show.
"Yeah yeah, shut up and listen, I've actually put together a proper speech this time but I'm already spitting my attention so here are the highlights. You're dead, probably, I don't really know nor do I care. I'm the stereotypical higher power that sends random ass people to new and wacky worlds. You're going to be sent to a slight-new and wacky world, any questions?" What the hell? What kind of knock off isekai is this? Well, it's not like I remember what I'm losing but still, I dead? That freaking sucks, like a lot.
"You keep mentioning our busy with something, what is it?" It wasn't my first question but most of the ones that I felt the instant urge to ask were stupid, like why me, or how to get back, those questions wouldn't get me anywhere so I might as well follow my own curiosity at the moment. The man grinned at that before saying.
"You aren't the first one I've done this to, the first was an interesting character, incredibly unphaseable, like you, but a lot nicer and with a mix of naive enjoyment to all that life had to bring along with knowing the crushing truth of reality. But as I watch their journey go on, I find it to become boring, sure it's still entertaining but I figure I have the power to do so, so why not make another story to watch in the down time. Hence a newish, revamped world for a different character to try out in" Really? That's the reason?
"So you were tired of only having one source of entertainment? Really? Whatever, what kind of world am I going to, and how the hell is a quarter of my body becoming inky black going to help me like at all? It's freaking itchy" It was, it was getting worse actually, though that might be because the grey smoke that had been lifting off my skin had been slowly getting lighter and lighter in amount, like it was running out.
"That would be the void calling out to the now corrupted parts of you when you grabbed onto the void like a fool, not that I can blame you, you didn't know, but you are lucky I was around or that corruption would kill you in a few months, instead I just transferred the damage into something else. Ever heard of an enderman? Well more accurately do you remember? Your memories aren't what they use to be after all" I glared at him for that reminder but only as long as it took me to recognize the creature he said the name of. Then my thoughts had been replaced with shock.
"From Minecraft? The hell? Are you saying you fucking made me part enderman?" The man rolled his eyes at that like I was the one that didn't understand what was happening, but he's also a prick so I didn't care. I was so caught up in the part about me more than likely going to that block game. Not to say it was a bad thing, there were probably worse places, and I loved the game, but how was that suppose to work? With the respawning and all the worlds and servers? Would it be hardcore mode? So many questions now.
"Yes Minecraft, you'll figure it out as you go, and I didn't do anything but make sure you wouldn't die right away, you're the one that started and tried to grab onto the power of the void around us" My questions could wait, though I did make note that the void he kept mentioning was more than likely the end void, instead since he was going back to being annoying, I glared at him for that and said.
"I wouldn't have done that if you didn't just drop me in this place and left me to drown in pain I wouldn't have accidentally done that" He shrugged at that like he didn't care but he was giving me a look for a moment before smirking, like he thought of something cool that he didn't want me to know, it was a sly smirk. One that I'd think would think would be seen on a fox.
"Last time I made some people called demis, that's old news, you're now corrupted by the same stuff that gave birth to endermen, so why not follow the theme! Hmm, this will take some effort, I'll have to change some things around, maybe a new name... Yeah, well, you've gotten me way to interested in something completely different now so off you go. I'll drop you out somewhere after it's all finished" Wait what? Before I knew it, I was falling, for real this time as the inky blackness seemed to meld into everything as I couldn't help but yell out to where I had just been standing
"You better fucking give me some clothes!" I had no idea if he had heard me or not as I was flung downwards even faster but I just had to hope otherwise this was going to be very awkward if I land somewhere with people. Well I say people, will there be people or just villagers? And would they even be considered people now or players? I don't know. Hell for all I know this is going to be a single player world I load into and this is going to get really lonely really quickly. I'd be functional immortal if the respawn system is in place. That sounds like a special kind of hell.
But I doubt it, he said he made people called 'demis' which by itself sounded a bit derogatory, but besides the connotations, it also meant there were other people wherever the person before me got sent. To bad I don't know there name or I could see if I could try and find out about them, even though from the sounds of things, we are in two different worlds, which supports my server theory, there might be some overlap.
Still, demi, it just sounded like a secondary human in my opinion just from the word being used, I can only assume there was quite a bit of racism or whatever passed as it in that world, so it stands to reason if this world is similar, then as part fucking monster, which I had no say in, then chances are I'm going to have to deal with idiots as well, though to be fair, endermen are kind of terrifying but I'm not an enderman. Hell I'm not even half of one or born one, I just got fucked over by a God who didn't think ahead, but I doubt people would take that answer as acceptable and not think me crazy.
It'll be annoying but frankly I'd be fine with it as that would mean that there are actually people in the world I'm going to which would be enough of a reason to celebrate in some ways, even if the people there aren't the best. It'll be something I have to deal with, but I mean, it's not like I can't just hide it, it's only my hands and arms that would be visible, so just slap on some long sleeve shirts and a glove and I'm good for other people. On the subject of other people.
Back tracking a bit more on the subject of names, I don't even know my own! How am I suppose to get around like that if I do run into others, in fact are actual names even normal names here or should I expect a lot of igns? No, even if that is the case I'm going to at least give myself a normal name. But what? Well I have time to think about it at least, I've been falling for the last five to ten minutes and nothing has changed yet.
I don't have anything to base it off of at the moment, I don't remember what my last name was so I can't just use that or something similar so I have to come up with something from scratch...Hmm, not scratch, I do have something to base my name off of, enderman, remove the man, end, no, E? And 'E' name yeah, alright. Edward? No, Eddie? Same as Edward, and by that Ed is out as well. Hmm...Elias? Ethan? Ezekiel? Elijah? No... I liked Ed, but it's a bit short, and I don't like Edward, so maybe Ed-something.
...Edison, yeah, Edison is good, I like that name. But now I have to think about a last name right? Well that's what I would have done if I suddenly hadn't suddenly stopped falling. It was sudden, one moment I was just in the void, slightly bored and thinking of names, and the next the world turned into a blistering array of colors before they all got drowned out by blue as I crashed into a body of water.
Normally it wouldn't have been a big deal, but two things threw me off, the sudden weight of what could only be clothing, which I was both thankfully and annoyed at the presence of as it was weighing me down, and the second and much more noticeable thing, my right side suddenly lit up in light pain, like my entire upper right side was being pressed into, ironically enough, almost boiling water, or oil. It was close to burning, but it also felt like stinging, and it was unbearable.
It caused me to flail about in the water for a moment as the panic over took common sense as I tried to get away from the pain around me which didn't help in the slightest. It took my mouth being filled with water, which also stung a bit but as bad, for me to realize that I was in fact underwater at the moment. It brought me back to reality enough to control my flailing enough to focus it so I was moving upwards to the surface, barely being able to move my right arm to pull myself up, it felt weak, numb even, it felt so cold for the burning that I could feel on the skin.
It was hard, I had gotten much further down into the water than I had thought, and with how my right side felt, it wasn't easy, in fact it was becoming increasingly painful to bring my arm above my head to just bring it down again to get myself closer to the surface. Finally after what felt like an eternity, I breached the surface as I took the breath in that I could, filling my lungs up as I looked wildly around for land as my lungs protests as violent coughing erupted from me as my body tried to get the water in my lungs out.
Only to see the land that I was desperately looking for dozens of feet away from me, at least forty away from me were the water seemed to meet a beach's sand banks. It looked like an impossible order to make as I finally lost complete feeling in my right side as the sun baring down on me seemed to burn into my adjusted eyes, but if there was one thing I remember from the old me, is that I was stubborn as hell when I needed to be.
It was difficult, having to rely a lot on my legs, with most of the upper right one not really moving like I wanted it to, but I managed it, only going back under the waves a few times before the crashing waves spat me out onto the shore of the sand as I rolled fitfully, almost in fear, away from the waves as they rolled in, doing my best to stay away from the water, even as my new, soaked, shirt seemed to burn into my side, at least if I could still feel said right side that is.
I was exhausted, the pain wearing me down more than I could have expected, I just wanted to lay there forever, but the wet and very heavy clothing on me, and the uncomfortable sand sticking to my skin, under the beaming sun, told me that if I fell asleep here now, then I would wake up in an even worse state than I was now. So in a loud grunt of effort, I staggered my way up onto my feet as I winced as I stumbled forwards, my right eye was burning and itching painfully from how bright the world was. I must have gotten a lot of salt or something in it while I had been drowning. I just closed it and hoped the pain would fade as I stumbled away from the sand bank and looked around.
It look a moment but I found a forest a little ways of, but I didn't care much about that now as I used my left hand to grab onto hem of my shirt, a light blue cloth that felt like a thick wool, not that I cared as I used my off hand to pull it over my head as I sighed in relief a bit. The burning had never really gone away, the numbness just made it harder for me to move limbs, and so the shirt had been burning into my sides, thankfully it was a T-Shirt so it hadn't been hurting my arm after I got out of the water.
Of course I was still wet but now that I was away from the stuff I could think a bit easier, and the pain wasn't as bad as the hot sun was quickly drying me off, though my leg still ached from the spots on it that had been corrupted, but I dealt with it, I didn't want to take off my pants, at least not yet as I felt if I stopped then I would collapse right then and there, besides it wasn't near as bad now that most of my, well I suppose, my ender side, was mostly away from direct contact with the water.
It also led me to an annoying understanding as I held my soaked shirt in my left hand, while I might get the bonuses from being part enderman now, it also means I get the downsides. At least I don't burn in the sunlight, that would be a pain, though I will admit, the warmth from the sun was also not super pleasant, but I contributed that to the sand that was stuck to parts of my arms, legs, and body, as it made me feel incredibly uncomfortable as it scratched and dried up against my skin as I walked from the water.
Finally after what felt like forever, I reached the forested area, my mind was honestly a haze as I looked around for a low hanging tree branch before throwing my shirt up to rest on it so it would dry as I pulled off my pants without shame as I threw them up next to the shirt, only know noticing as I stood there in what looked like medieval underwear, which luckily was only a little damp, though it did sting a bit, that both items of clothing were blue.
The woolen pants were a dark dyed blur and the shirt was a light cyan like color. It was the Steve skin clothing items, was that suppose to be a joke? I felt a humorless laugh come up all the same of the intent as I dropped onto my backside as I leaned my uncovered back against the rough bark of the tree I had laid my clothes on, and felt the sudden weight behind my eyes, the right of which had stopped aching at some point, which was nice, but soon I closed it again without my own consent as I drifted off into sleep without meaning to as light rays from the sun above gleamed over head through the tree branches. Warming me slightly which only helped send me off.
Hey look a chapter of a new story ain't that just interesting, yeah, I just figured as a Christmas present of a kind, I would post all the unposted stories that I have that I haven't done anything with in like months. This one is probably going to be continued to be updated as I like this concept and I wanted a slightly more grittier version of Cliche, as while I loved the characters I made for that story, the power system was kind of fucked, and the plot and built up lore wasn't all that thought out, so I figured this would kind of be a spiritual successor, though not sure how long that will continue knowing how long I can keep my interest on stuff, anyway, See ya.