Steve was dreaming. At least, he thought he was. He didn't think that people turned into floating dark air that then tried to kill him. But he didn't know and had no way to tell. Heck, Max and Wither may have actually turned into dark air and decided to kill him for all he knew.

He ran through a forest, not sure where he was going, but positive he had to escape those...things chasing him. One of the creatures screeched at his back, sounding angry that their prey was evading them. He ran faster but didn't speed up as was the nature of most dreams and nightmares.

Steve saw a house that sat upon a hill in the distance, a house made of material he had never seen before, but he knew to be End stone and obsidian. He ran towards the house, hoping it would bring sanctuary from these monsters.

Fifty blocks.

He reached a set of stairs leading to the top of the hill. The stairs were smooth and pale white and sloped upwards in a odd fashion that should've made them unusable.

Forty blocks.

Why did the hill keep getting larger?

Thirty blocks.

The once small hill was now a large mountain.

Twenty blocks.

Steve was tiring. His normally boundless energy was fading.

Ten blocks.

Almost there!

Five blocks.

"No!" Steve cried out when a creature grabbed his leg. He kicked at it as he reached forward, so close, his fingers inches from the door. Inches from safety.

The monster hissed at him, it's hand burning into his leg. It laughed, and as it did so, began to morph. It took on the shape of a Minecrafter, but only the shape. Everything else about it was wrong. Until its face changed into that of a woman's. He couldn't see her eyes as they were covered by dark strands of long black hair. She laughed manically at his futile attempts to escape her grasp. More monsters surrounded them, the house getting farther and farther away. The monsters seeming to also laugh and chuckle, but in a more screeching manner. They reached for him as they closed in, their arms black wisps of burning cold.

"You can't escape, Steve!" The woman began to giggle crazily. "No one can escape their fate!"

"Gah!" Steve yelled when he woke up, interrupting Max and Wither's conversation. He shivered, covered in sweat that the cold wind made all too noticeable. He breathed heavily for a moment, calming down. He screamed again when he noticed that...thing watching him.

He stood quickly and held out his iron pickaxe before him in a way he hoped would be threatening.

"Calm down, Steve," Max told him. "We think it's harmless."

"Think isn't the same as is. What is it?" he asked warily.

"We're not sure," she glanced at Wither whom was sitting across from her. "Wither made it, though."

Steve also looked at the God. "What? You can do that?"

"Of course I can," Wither said, sounding annoyed that His powers were in question. "I can multiply myself, I can pull things from the air, and I'm immortal. You seriously thought that I couldn't turn a zombie into...this." He pointed at the creature.

"That used to be a zombie?"

"Yes it was," Max answered for Wither. "Now we just need to figure out what to do with it."

"Why not give it to the villagers?" Steve asked. "It doesn't look like it can survive on its own, and I don't think there's any other villages in this area."

"I don't know," Max said, sounding unsure. "We don't know how it would react to th-"

Wither appeared to the left of her.

"What do?" she asked Him, sounding very annoyed, evident by the way she had changed her language.

"I got rid of the creature," Wither replied.

"Put?"

"Does is matter?"

"Wither," she warned, obviously not in the mood for His attitude.

"I just teleported it to the village and told them not to kill it."

Max groaned in frustration but didn't say anything else.

The sun was setting when Steve abruptly stopped walking. He stood there and stared at the ground as Max and Wither caught up to him. He felt he was being dragged into the ground. No, he wanted to be dragged into the ground, he longed to go down there. "What's wrong, Steve?" Max asked as she approached him, startling him from the trance-like state he had entered.

"We need to go down," was all he said. He sat and continued to stare at the grass, then began to dig. Slowly at first, his hands scratching the surface of the dirt, then faster and faster, scraping away the dirt as though his life depended on it. No, his life was too insignificant compared to his need to reach his destination. It was as though the whole world depended on it! He reached stone within a few minutes, at that point he took out his iron pickaxe and began to swing it frantically at the was vaguely aware of Wither and Max standing off to the side, alarmed at his behaviour. But he didn't care. As long as he reached the End he didn't care! That was what he needed to do. The entire reason he lived! He had to get there. It was so close, he could feel it. It beckoned him with open arms, pulling at him harder the closer he grew. It called to him, told him that he was so very near. He was reminded of his dream, the house made of End materials and how he had almost made it, only to be pulled away. The memory made him dig faster.

Steve lost track of time as he dug, his arms swinging up and down to an unheard beat, the pickaxe chipping of pieces of rock that turned to cobblestone as the blocks broke.

He could've been digging for days, mere hours, or even years, he couldn't tell. The only thing that existed was the tug of the End, his longing to get there, and the destroying of blocks.

He stopped when he fell through the floor, a surprised grunt escaping him when he hit the floor. Luckily he had only fallen about three blocks. Unluckily the ground was made of stone, not a very good thing to land on. He groaned as he sat up, rubbing his back. He was in a stone brick hallway, soft light filtering through the hole he had entered through. It was enough to illuminate four blocks around him, clearly, but the passage on either side quickly gave way to darkness. Steve was unable to see anything into that nothingness, but the longing was dragging at him, telling him to go left.

Wither's face peered at Steve from the hole in the ceiling, blocking out most of the light and covering Steve in darkness. "Are you alive?" the God asked, sounding curious.

"Yes," Steve answered, blinking up at him. Light poured down around Wither's head, but couldn't reach His face, turning Him into a black silhouette.

Wither disappeared for a moment, and then reappeared, but this time with Max. No doubt He had climbed down to see what had happened, and then teleported up to grab the female Minecrafter before teleporting once more.

Wither jumped down and caught Max when she fell through the hole. She looked uneasy at the darkness that loomed on either side, though Steve couldn't see why. It was just dark, and the dark can't hurt you.

"This way," Steve said, standing and heading for the left tunnel, feeling himself being dragged in that direction. Wither followed him and after a bit of hesitation, Max did as well.

NOTE: I will be changing my name within the month. The reason is I essentially stole a website's name without realizing it and I want to be original. So if you find this story by searching my name, you should just search for the story itself until I actually change my name.

There! This took a while because I was writing so many other things because ideas like to sit in my head and eventually that gets uncomfortable.

Has Half-winter (some of you may call this "Autumn"), left yet and the coldness that is true Winter come yet? It has for me and I am freezing my toes off in a large and poofy blanket.

NotReallyAName:

If I had to pick favourites, those two would be it. The thought of a mischievous all-powerful being is pretty fun. Do not worry, I understand the power of YouTube and sleepiness. They are almost as powerful as All Itself. It may or may not have been foreshadowing, but you should keep in mind that I enjoy confusing people with useless information that has a single spark of important. He made a testificate/villager from a zombie, my thought is that when a villager is turned back into a zombie it's eyes turn red. Something like that. I try! XD (I may or may not have done that)

.dawnstar:

Thank you for that! That made me very happy!