Chapter 3

Authors note: Sup readers and welcome to the world of Minecraft! Well, that is if you're lucky like Peter is. I'm still on Peter's P.O.V because obviously he's the protagonist (if you don't know what that means it means the Main Character) but next chapter I might do Dr. Towns P.O.V. Hope you enjoy :) And sorry for no recent Updates. I've been busy.

Five days later…

The whole world was in chaos after the realization that what they were seeing was real. Minecraft fans had no problem with the world which had been created, crafting and building stuff to no ends.

But those who weren't Minecraft fans didn't know the basics of how to live in this new world, including Peter.

What everyone was having problem with was getting your crafting thing a mi jig up.

Which the experts weren't giving to the public. But what really was scaring everyone was the monsters. On the first night people were hearing strange, growling and hissing sounds outside.

And also rattling. And strange explosions were occurring. Nobody knew what it was. Except probably the Minecraft fans. Which they wouldn't also give to the public. They liked the power it seemed. While everyone died they watched from there kingdom.

Which was metaphorical. He hopes. And a lot of pigs, sheep's, cows and annoying squids in the water were showing up.

And also now there's barrier's in the world. Peter heard. You reach up to this point where everything is blurred on the other side and if you try to get through a loud voice will yell,

"IP PLEASE!"

Most people would just run away. He would. But the blurred barrier was blocking this town's access to the other side. So the town wasn't being supplied by the cities food supply. Though they had heaps of water.

People have been punching (yes, punching) pigs to get there pork which sounded weird him.

But wasn't it also weird falling on a tree and breaking it into three pieces? So yeah.

He still had them. And not on the table or anything because when you throw them they turn into a sorta model and start spinning, no, it was still in his hand.

He learned that if you pull your hand in, out of sight then your hand will come back empty. He had did it again, thought of wood and it came back. It was like magic. But this only distracted him a little before reality punched him in the face. His family were all in other towns, far apart from him.

So that probably means he will never see them again. Unless he figures out this IP thing. Even if he did what would he do. Life was getting hard, but what he really was thinking about was his wife. Ex-Wife, he reminded himself.

He heard a sudden clatter outside his house, where questions were being asked.

"How do you craft things!"

"How do you build!"

"How do you survive!"

Peter ran outside, and saw the silhouette of someone in the sky.

"How did he do that!" Someone asked inside the sudden crowd right outside his house.

Peter watched the silhouette fly away, possibly his only hope of surviving. But even though he was hungry and tired, he legged it and ran towards the silhouette.

Peter kept on shouting,

"SIR, PLEASE COME DOWN. I NEED YOUR HELP!"

But the silhouette wouldn't come down. They were reaching the barrier, and before long this minecraft pro would be out of here. The man in the air screamed out something but Peter didn't catch what he said.

But the second time the man yelled Peter caught what he said.

"Creeper! Behind you!"

Peter had no idea what a creeper was but it didn't sound good.

The silhouette dropped onto the ground, pushed Peter aside and a shiny sword magically appeared in the man's hand. He slashed this green thing and it's head was sent into the air and then back onto the ground.

'What was that!" Peter asked, alarmed.

"I already told you, a creeper." The man said and held out his cubic hand. Peter took it and the man pulled him up.

"Who are you?" Peter asked.

"My name's Sam. Sam Town."