"Hemming."

"Brother to Markus."

"Yes, brother to…Markus…" My voice trails off to a single breath.

"Unemployed. Abandoned."

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"To make you see the truth."

I turn around. "The truth, Beast?"

The trojan horse, a young woman dressed in shades of red and black, perched on a cliff of coding, cocks her head and only smiles. She's infected my computer for years. I never bothered trying to get rid of the thin creature; not like I could, but…it's not as if those types of programs came free.

"Yeah. That you're worthless on…on Earth." Her hand comes up in a loose gesture and widens her smile as she bends down to stare daggers at me from her distance above me. "That horrid place. This place is better, I like it~." With a slight hum, Beast straights and kicks her slender legs, hidden by tall black boots, over the edge of the flickering coding wall. "You can always remain here, you know. Don't have'ta go in there. Hemming," Her red eyes lock onto my white ones, a sudden softness lifting the wicked pallor on her face to the level of pale concern. "Hemming, you'll die in there. It's not a good place to stay."

I only smirk and cross my arms, glancing my head to cast a disdainful glance in the direction of the rest of the Minecraft internal coding. "I've already given myself a virtual avatar, sweetheart. I can't go back now."

"You'll die." she repeats, jumping down. Her nimble feet land on several varied panes of programming before finally landing just short of me. Beast's bloodshot eyes reach mine, now just inches away, and she grabs my head with both of her cold hands. "Hemming, read my lips —" One hand removes itself to trace said red lips, an unnatural shade that makes me feel chilled on the inside. "— whatever happens inside of there will alter you for the rest of your life. Never trust a video game to be infinite. Some day, you'll be deleted. They'll find you and they'll delete you from the game. It's that simple."

"Beast," I grab her hands and lock my eyes into hers: however hard they are to face. "I'm already dead."

Our smiles match. "Good. Then I'm sure you'll be able to relate with me when I say that I'm more dead than you think I am." She pauses, allowing her smile, cast with an evil mold, to linger just a little while longer. "Minecraft will die someday too, you know. It may not be now, but you'll notice it. It'll exceed your memories of the place you want to call your home," Her breath, shaking slightly, hits my face. It doesn't have much of a smell. Maybe musty, maybe.

"Fine with me, princess."

"You'll be lonely. You don't exactly have the role of a friend here."

"I've always been lonely." I say, borderlining on a sigh. "Though if you have such a problem with this… Hahahah…"

"What?" Now her tone takes on blade qualities. "No."

"They'll scrap my computer, Beast. You'll be gone and wiped away, and this is our last chance before I'm discovered and they gut my apartment. So, come on,"

I back away and extend my hand out to her, a crooked smile locked onto my face.

"let's beat Minecraft."

She takes my hand.

Approaching the game's spawn programming, I force myself and Beast into the world that I've been so desperately been wanting to enter before she stopped me mere minutes ago.

A humored smile touches my lips and softly pulls them upward — I bet Diamond has already entered Minecraft.

Oh well. He doesn't have a virus with him.

I laugh as the world builds up around me: an insane, bubbling laugh that comes straight from the guttural depths of my soul.

The world is a funny place. Markus, the creator of Minecraft himself, has been superseded by his scavenger brother in his own video game. I'm not here to ruin your game or even remotely destroy it, and Beast is too obsolete to do anything to your precious game except maybe help me to spy on each and every crevasse and every block of coding in this funny world with monsters that will bow to me.

Hello, Markus. I come with greetings and the knowledge that your game houses a far greater monster than me.

"I'll protect the players. Keep them safe from the things they can't see. I'm only there to protect them."

And I swear, I'll destroy each and every one of DiamondShiner74's pathetic pixels until every player is safe.