At this point, all of reality had been destroyed. For these two, anyway. So although this was bizarre, stranger things had preceded it.
"Do you see what this is?" Toby said, his voice wavering. "It's Minecraft! Two games in one!"
It was true. Through the wooden door was what should be the foggy forest outside the castle, but was instead a snowy Minecraft wonderland. Flaky snow drifted lazily down from blocky clouds drifting by overhead, and the occasional cubic tree could be seen bending under the weight of the accumulated snow. Oddly enough the grass poking out from the layer of snow was still the Amnesia texture, and the leaves on the trees were rather unkempt.
"It's like Amnesia and Minecraft had a baby," Pewdie remarked, taking a cautious step into the snow. It was strange, the air was musty and warm, despite it being snowy.
"This is insane," Toby breathed, awe overcoming him. Pewdie, now unafraid, increased his walking speed. Toby stood in the doorway, expecting Pewdie to tell him to follow. He didn't, and approached a tree, stroking the messy leaves. The snow didn't feel like snow. It felt like powder, cold flaky sugar, and he held a handful, inspecting it curiously. Toby walked over to where he stood and tried to read his expression. It was nearly impossible, as his thin hair covered most of his face.
"How do we get out?" Pewdie asked the snow. "We're stuck. That virus got us and we're stuck." Marzia drifted into his thoughts. "Marzia… she's probably wondering where I am…" He sighed at his hand and the snow floated away from his breath.
"Don't talk like that," Toby said, reassuring himself more than Pewds. "There has to be a way out. There always is. Besides, there's still a lot to look at! We need to see how this whole merging worlds thing works before we go!"
Pewdie turned his head away from his new friend. "I guess." He looked into the tangle of snow-draped trees. "Let's go then." He looked back and forced a smile.
"Ow!" Toby screeched, shaking his hand.
"You didn't actually take 'punch the trees' literally, did you?" Pewdie mused.
"So? That's what you're supposed to do, right?"
"Not in Amnesia: The Minecraft Descent."
"Oh, so that's what it's called?"
"Yes." Pewdie bent down and picked up a hand saw. Toby scrunched up his face in confusion.
"Where did you get that?" he asked.
"I found it," Pewdie replied simply. Toby looked past him and was consumed in thought. An awful grinding noise broke his trance. Pewdie was sawing at the tree.
"That's not gonna work," Toby said defiantly. The saw suddenly hit thin air and a little cube popped from where the wood used to be. Pewdie shouted in surprise and let go of the saw's handle, tossing it aside.
Toby picked up the cube and examined it. "It worked. Just like I said it would." Pewdie rolled his eyes.
"Crafting table is done."
Pewdie approached his friend, arms full of little wooden cubes. He dropped his load next to the workbench Toby had created. "Nice," he said.
Toby looked at Pewdie. He didn't know how he usually looked, but he knew that this certainly wasn't normal. Pewdie's eyes looked so dead, so empty. He was slouching. Ever so slightly, but enough that it was noticeable and worrying.
Toby smiled. "This'll be fun. Don't tell me you've never wanted to live in your favorite game."
"Not when it's Amnesia," Pewdie replied in a startlingly angry tone. He frowned inwardly at his boldness.
"I guess," Toby replied weakly. "I just thought…." Toby cut himself off and created a thick silence. They sat there for a while, before Toby caught something in the corner of his eye. He jerked his head up. Winding around the snowy trees was a great, pearly white wolf. Toby sprung from his place on the ground. "Felix!"
Pewdie looked up, shocked and pleased that Toby knew his name. "What?" he answered, failing to hide his surprise.
"A dog! Over there!" Toby pointed. He slouched when a realization entered his mind. "Oh, but we don't have any bones."
"Bones? Like those?" Pewdie directed his eyes behind them, and Toby looked over. There was a little pile of bones and arrows. Toby looked up at the sky. The sun was still mostly obscured by the trees; a skeleton must've burnt in the sunlight.
"Yeah, like those," he said, tilting his head back down and advancing on the dirty off-white bones. He slowly wrapped his hand around one of them, and stuck out his tongue, disgusted by the bloody dirt that cased it. "I can't believe dogs put these in their mouths."
Toby whistled, trying to catch the wolf's attention. It didn't respond and continued playing in the snow, shaking its head violently when a little cluster of the white stuff stuck to its nose. He approached the wolf, slightly in awe by its perfect white fur. He knelt down and held the bone in front of its muzzle, lightly swinging it back and forth. "Here, doggy," he cooed. The dog looked up at him. "Take the bone," Toby said. "Please? I want to be your friend!"
The wolf slowly clasped the bone between its not-quite-so-white teeth, and began gnawing on it. Before Toby's eyes, the fur surrounding the wolf's neck grew out long, all in a few seconds, and the elongated fur went from pearly white to velvety red, and the red fur coiled itself together to resemble a rope collar. Toby had no comment on this phenomenon and led him to where Pewdie sat, crafting a weapon.
"I think we should name him Boone," Toby said proudly. Pewdie shook his head and stood from his bench. "I think Harley suits him better."
Toby stroked his chin, as if combing a nonexistent beard with his fingers. "Harley." Toby raised an eyebrow. "Fair enough. Harley it is."