Minecraft owned by Microsoft and Touhou owned by ZUN

The story made by LiamOfOrmonde

Re-established by me

LiamOfOrmonde: Dedicated to my cousin. He knows who he is. I don't own Minecraft or the Touhou Project. ZUN owns Touhou and I think Notch still owns Minecraft but I've been wrong before.

Comment: This story's name was Construction of Immaterial Bonds obviously, Lol, why did I repeated it? Well his fic is count as dead fic. I won't write any non-canon sequel. Anyway, this fic's crossover between Minecraft and Touhou Project.

Being underground in complete darkness is quite the experience. Emotionally wasted individuals would probably comment that the complete darkness around them is almost as dark as their insides, but that doesn't matter. What does matter is that being underground means things are dark and quiet. So quiet that if you were placed underground in say, a cavern, you'd be able to hear the faintest of sounds.

For instance, the sound of stone rapidly crumbling under the some digging tool. Like a pickaxe for instance.

I say that because right at this moment underneath the surface of a place called Gensokyo in an empty and dark cavern that sound can be heard. It starts and stops in fits, like whoever or whatever is digging is distracted by something else before coming back to the task at hand. Tunneling up, it would seem.

After a few minutes of intense digging the darkness of the cavern is breached by torchlight emanating from a hole in the floor. The stone floor is carved away by the head of a cyan pickaxe head that seems to shine in the low light. The digging stops and a figure pulls itself out of the hole into the cave itself.

At first glance one would assume this figure was human. They would be wrong. The reason for this would be the lack of air in the cavern. There is none, and the person isn't breathing at all to begin with. It raises the question of how the torch in the hole behind them burns without any oxygen.

The figure flourishes it's left hand and a torch instantly replaces the pickaxe it held prior. The torch is slammed into a nearby cavern wall and stays there. The light from this torch reveals the figure to look like a human man. A tall human man, but initially nothing special. He wears a bright blue shirt, dark blue pants, and brown shoes. He turns around to face his unseen observer and any doubt that the man is human instantly disappears.

His eyes have completely square pupils that look right at, and through the watcher. The being takes a few steps forward and reaches out to grab whoever or whatever is watching it.

To the surprise of the watcher, it actually feels the things hands wrap around it. The watcher begins to panic and struggle but it can't break free from the thing's grasp. Those square eyes continue to look directly at it uncaring of the panicking watcher. Then the square eyed man squeezes hard, and the watcher explodes.

Reimu wakes up with a start and sits right up from her futon. She swings her arms to fight off her nightmare but stops when she wakes up enough to realize exactly where she is and what happens. She relaxes and then sighs loudly.

"Just a nightmare." She says aloud. Her tone conveys the message that she couldn't care less about what just happened. Prophetic dreams are a reality in Gensokyo, but Reimu couldn't be bothered to deal with it right now. Maybe if something actually happens then she'll try to track down whoever causes the problem, but a dream isn't nearly enough to go on.

With that she yawns and goes back to bed. Who can blame her?

In another part of Gensokyo a man sized hole opens up in the middle of a forest where no one can see it. A familiar square eyed man climbs out of the hole and cracks it's neck to the side before taking a deep breath of air.

There's magic around. More magic than the man had ever detected before. Thoughts of tools, books, and machines bounce around his head causing him to smile. This shows off his perfectly square teeth.

Then against all logic and reason, he punches a tree. The impact is great, causing the whole thing to shiver. For just an instant reality looks away from the tree but when it looks back something unexpected has happened. The tree has explode into a pile of perfectly cut logs.

The man repeats the process and eventually creates a small clearing in the forest. The logs disappear when he touches them, but the man expects this. He takes one last look at his surroundings before climbing back into the hole he had emerged from. Then the hole is covered from within by dirt.

Inside the small cavern carved out by the man he sits by the light of one of his ever burning torches and thinks. Hard.

'What do I want?' He asks himself.

Within his mind plans for countless machines and other amazing things he could build unfold. Like the pages of an ever expanding book. He goes through all of the options, making sure he doesn't overlook a single thing. He has more options on what to build than ever before thanks to the magical nature of Gensokyo.

It takes three days but eventually he reaches a decision of what he wants. He knows exactly what he wants to build. He's about to build a crafting table for him to work on when he hears a noise above him.

Intrigued he pokes a small hole in the solid dirt ceiling for him to see what commotion . When he does he's confused, but he still understands. He understands everything he sees if he looks hard enough.

Young magical girls fighting each other with magical energy blasts and special attacks linked to cards.

He nods his head. It was complete and total nonsense. The kind of nonsense that looks fun and he would be more than glad to get behind. Neither of the two small girls fighting each other were human, but neither was he so it didn't really matter.

'Could I do something like that?' He asks himself.

The answer of course is yes. He could. He can do anything if he puts the required effort into it. Of course the power those girls displayed wasn't negligible, but he would bet his beard that there are people stronger than them out there. He'd have to prepare and get… allies?

'I've never had allies before. How do I make them?' He wonders.

Of course, the plans to literally make his own allies pop into his head and he nods in understanding. He could definitely do this with some prep time, and then things would be amazing!

"I'm going to remake the world in my own image." Steve says happily.

With that he digs deeper to make a workshop so he can make his allies and start his plan.

[Insert Disc One Now]

[Construction of Immaterial Bonds]

{? POV}

I groaned as I sat up. Not because my muscles were sore or nuthin. But my body felt like it was the opposite of sore. Too relaxed! I hated that!

I rolled off of the shelf I was apparently sleeping on and fell face first into to the floor.

"Not my face! Dat's my money maker!" I said, crying out loud so everyone knew how much trouble I was in. Without my face how would people know how awesome I am! I was in a largely dark room but there was the light of a single lantern hanging from the stone ceiling above me. I guess I was in a cave of some kind.

"Wait… who am I again?" I asked.

To my surprise somebody answers. "You don't have a name yet. You're new after all."

I jumped in the air and floated in place. I spun myself around and came face to face with the man who spoke. The first thing I noticed was that he was tall. Like, super tall! The next thing I noticed was his eyes. His eyes!

"Ah! Dude! Stop looking at me like that, it's like you're looking right through me man!" I yelled. Then just to be sure in case he could see through me I covered my eyes and my crotch.

I guess this confused him because he asked me, "I understand you covering your crotch… kinda. But why are you covering your eyes?"

"Because if I can't see you, you can't see me. That way it doesn't matter if you can look through me." I tell him as seriously as I could.

I hear the sound of a pen scratching on paper and I separate my first gets far enough apart so I can see what the man with square eyed is doing. He's writing something down and speaking slowly as he writes. He says, "Reduced- intelligence- and- small- smallness."

I grit my teeth and stop covering g myself. Then I land on the ground and walk right up to the square eyed bastard. "I ain't dumb and I ain't small! Who are you anyhoo?"

He stops writing and looks down at me. He's interested, but that just pisses me off. "I'm Steve. I literally forced you into existence about three minutes ago. You are a Gremlin. The first Gremlin to exist in… a long time. Probably because of how difficult it was to force you into existence. Do you know why?"

I gave him a confused look. Mainly because I was confused. "Why?" I asked.

"Gremlins are quite contradictory creatures. You appear generally fairy-like but instead of young girls you all look like young boys and are fairly grimy. You only come into existence when complicated machinery exists in a high-magic environment. Like Gensokyo which is the land we're in now, or during large scale Wars when residual mana levels rise. Upon coming into existence a Gremlin's first instinct is to cause as much mischief and disruption as possible. Usually this manifests as your kind sabotaging the machinery from which you came from. Which is stupid. The instant that machine is destroyed or broken, you cease to exist. Your very being is linked to that machine and as long as it exists, you exist. Your kind are functionally immortal otherwise." Steve says matter of factly.

"Ha! That makes me better than you." I crow triumphantly. Immortality is awesome!

Steve holds up a dirty clock in response. It's covered in ash I guess and it's the kind of clock you place on your desk. He tosses it up and down lightly in his hand and my panic rises each time he does. Ut oh. I'm a gremlin, who are tied to machines, and a clock is a machine!

"Please tell me I didn't come out of that clock." I say, pleading to Steve.

"To be fair you didn't come out of the clock. You formed right next to it."

I gulped. He's going to hold this over me and make me do things! I haven't existed for long but I know I'm lazy enough where I hate doing things! "What do you want?" I ask my 'creator'.

"I'm going to call you Ash." Steve says out of nowhere. Then he holds the clock towards me so I can hold it.

I blink in surprise and take the clock from him. Yup. If this clock goes, so do I. I can tell just by holding it.

"Early model Gremlins would've destroyed that clock in an instant. It took a bit of time and effort to bend reality to my will to create a strain of Gremlins that wouldn't immediately piss on the floor, pants me, and then sabotage whatever machine they came from. You're the first not to destroy themselves. I built that clock you're holding from the ash and filth covered pieces if my previous attempts. If that's not a miracle, you having a mind that is, I don't know what is." Steve intoned.

Then he took a step back and flipped a switch on the wall hidden in the shadows. There was a loud hissing noise before the entire massive cavern lit up. It was huge! Miles and miles across! Machines and rune covered objects took up every square foot. Steve's erie square eyes practically glowed as he spread his arms out wide, as if he was trying to frame everything that he had obviously built. I was in awe of the huge machines whose purpose I couldn't even guess at.

"There are beings called fairies in Gensokyo. They are tied to nature the same way you are . I want to change the world. So, I will change the world. You and all the Gremlins I make like you will help me by stopping the fairies who will stop me from destroying nature." Steve calmly stated.

"What's in it for me?" I asked.

"All the Mountain Dew and Doritos you could ever want. My research has told me that gremlins love Mountain Dew and Doritos so a large majority of these machines exist to synthesize these foodstuffs for an army of gremlins."

I put my clock down and smiled at Steve. I didn't know exactly what Doritos were, but I loved the sound of them! "Alright Boss, what's the plan?"

Steve smiled. It wasn't a nice smile but I was okay with that. "How do you feel about grave robbing?"

Behind him the inactive machines flared to life and begin to churn smoke and fire, filling the cavern with a smog that didn't affect me or Steve. Around the machines other gremlins began to appear. Stretching and yawning before spooking at me and Steve. They knew what was happening, somehow. There were hundreds of them, and they were ready for whatever Steve asked.

[Stage One Boss: Clock Gremlin Ash]

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