Hey everyone! I'm back! I promised you I'd come back with a better, revised version of A Glitch in the System, and I am a person of my word. For those of you that have no clue what I'm going on about, don't worry about it. I hope you all enjoy this. I'll try to update about once a week, but sometimes life likes to laugh at plans like this. Oh well.
This story is not one of those that are "ha ha, its really a K+ story but I rated it T because you never know what'll happen lol." This story earned its rating. It contains blood, language (I tell my characters to watch their mouths but they don't listen), and violence. If you have a problem with any of that, I suggest you find a different story to read and stop poking around T rated stories.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Minecraft, Microsoft, or either of their characters. I own my OC's, and thats it. All of the admin's personalities are one hundred percent made up by me, and me making certain admins look bad does not reflect my personal opinions on them, it is for entertainment purposes only.
(Any and all flames will be used to roast marshmallows. You're just wasting your own time, and I will be happily enjoying s'mores. Remember, there is a difference between flaming and constructive criticism. Constructive criticism: yes. Flaming: no.)
PROLOGUE
Jeb's keys clicked quietly as he typed. Notch loomed over him, watching the lines of code be edited on the screen.
Jeb sipped his soda loudly. "And… done. One flawless blue-shirted video game character. Where'd you get the idea for him?" He munched on his cheeseburger. He had to eat dinner at his desk because he had been too busy coding to go home and eat. Mustard dripped on his t shirt, but he didn't notice.
Notch shrugged. "Brine actually designed Steve. I just coded it."
"For real?" Jeb turned around so he could look at Notch. "That geek did that?"
"Yeah."
"Wait. Brine gave you a folder of sketches last week, and you threw them away. Was Steve in that folder?"
Notch hesitated. "Well, yeah, but—"
"Brine didn't take you throwing his folder away very well. You should apologize, especially since you changed your mind and used the sketches."
"My relationship with my brother is none of your concern," Notch snapped.
Jeb shrugged and took another long slurp of his soda. "Hold on one second, I'm picking up on some activity in our test world." The keys of the keyboard were the only sound in the office. "Notch? You may want to see this."
"What is it? A hacker?"
"No." Jeb pushed the monitor so Notch could clearly see it. Steve was punching a tree and collecting wood.
"Ha ha. Very funny, Jeb. I know that's you controlling him."
Jeb raised his hands like he was being arrested. Steve continued moving. "Notch, I'm not doing anything. And you and I are the only ones who know of Steve's existence."
Notch stared at Steve. "I'll be right back."
A few moments later, a notification popped up at the top of Jeb's screen.
Notch joined the game
Notch looked around, and it took a second for him to remember why he was in a sandstone structure. He and Dinnerbone were testing out some structure ideas. He found his was out of the pyramid and into the forest.
"Hello?" He called. He summoned a diamond sword in case of, well, anything. "Steve?"
"Who are you? How do you know my name?"
Notch turned to see Steve pointing a stick at him like it was a weapon. He had brown, short hair and indigo eyes that carefully watched Notch's every move. He wore a light blue shirt and blue pants. He shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously. Notch stared at his creation. He was alive. It took him a second to find words.
"Woah," Notch said. He slowly circled Steve.
"Who are you? What are you doing!?"
"Jeb, what's going on?" Notch asked.
"I don't know. Whatever it is, you wrote it. You programmed him, after all," Jeb responded. His eyes were fixed to his screen. He pulled up Steve's code.
"Who's Jeb? And… where is he?" Steve asked, he looked around, confused.
Notch ignored him. "Maybe ask Brine. He designed him, after all."
"What did I do?" Brine asked. He peered in the doorway.
"Nothing," Notch said quickly. He tried to cover the monitor with his arms.
"Hey, is that my character!?" Brine accused.
"No," Notch lied.
"Who are you talking to?" Steve asked. "You aren't answering any of my questions!"
Notch looked at the monitor, then Brine, then back at the monitor. He sighed.
"I cant believe you, Markus! You threw the sketches away, then you used them anyway!" Brine looked at the monitor. "And… its talking?"
Steve was waving his hand in front of Notch's eyes. "Hello? Why'd you stop moving? And who in the Overworld are you talking to!?"
"I'll deal with you in a minute," Notch snapped at the screen. "What are you even doing in here? I took your key," he asked Brine, crossing his arms.
"Mathew let me in."
Notch grunted. "Get out of my office."
"Technically, this is my office," Jeb commented. Notch shot a glare at him, and he turned back to his screen.
"Are you going to keep ignoring me?" Steve asked. The fact that Jeb, Notch, and Brine ignored his question probably answered it for him.
"Brine, just go home. We'll talk about this later." Notch began pushing Brine towards the door.
"You mean fight about this later," Brine said flatly.
"Yeah, whatever," Notch pushed Brine out of the door and closed it. When Notch turned back around, he saw Jeb looking at him. "What?"
"Nothing. I have no opinions on this," Jeb said quickly.
Notch grunted but said nothing. Jeb went back to work on Steve's code.
Brine stared at the closed door and sighed. He flipped the hood of his coat up, turned around, and began walking away. Suddenly, a piercing headache caused him to stop and put a hand on the side of his head. His vision swayed and temporarily blurred. It was gone as quickly as it came.
Those headaches were getting more and more frequent. Something may be very wrong.
Brine shrugged the thought off and continued walking back to his car. It was probably nothing to serious. He probably just needed glasses because of how much time he spent staring at a screen. Something as small as that.
Right?