"I am not a spa-" Jason shouted, before abruptly sitting down and picking at his food.
They would never know. They couldn't know. If they ever did know, it would be close to disastrous.
To say the fate of the world rested in the palm of his hand was just about right. Give or take the part about its fate.
In all technicality, he wasn't even living.
It all really started when the human civilization started to pick up, and became systematic. A system of trading, of currency, of transport, even of fun. Around the time when the Earth was shaping up into something that would then be dubbed a new name.
Minecraftia.
If you managed to sneak a peek at what Jason really looked like underneath, you wouldn't see human flesh. You wouldn't see fur, or scales. You wouldn't even see the sickly gray skin of a wither.
What you would see, however, is the crumbly texture of soil. Specks of grass as hair, and veins of water rather than blood. The most shocking of all, however, would be deep gray and smoky eyes, resembling the void. Eyes that one could get lost in forever.
Of course, no one would ever see his secret. It was safely hidden away with a set of clothing that had made his origin quite so very debatable. Of course, considering the fact that it was a spacesuit he wore, Jason was thought of as alien.
But that's not even close to what's true. If anything, he was the one person most native to Earth. The one that knew that behind all the rubble, and the artificiality of it all, there was something that could be beautiful, and hold so much life.
To say he yearned for space was a lie. He wanted nothing to do with it, if it meant being torn from the one place that was home for him.
To say he had a home away from Earth, or Minecraftia as many knew it, was a lie. All he really had was this place, just like each and every one of the people he knew.
To say he never wanted to just go and tell someone his situation? That was probably the biggest lie of all.
So, yeah, the truth is that Jason is the spirit of the Earth, as it started to die, and turn into the paved streets of Minecraftia, lacking in true life.
Who knew that even Earth had it's own survival instincts?
What. The hell. Did I just write o,o I think I'm going to stick with this version of Jason...I like it. Unique. Super thanks to KKKStories for the prompt ;3 Too long to put down here *-*
Erm...I hope that satisfies you, KKK. It was a bit...Odd to write. I had literally no other way to write this because of the sheer uniqueness xD One day, I'm going to go back and rewrite this. I'm not exactly...Satisfied. Short, a bit hard to follow, and doesn't get it's point across, in my opinion.
Also, omg. Tomorrow it'll be my six month anniversary since I posted my first fanfiction on this website! And I am not going to have wi-fi :l Well that sucks. And I don't have anything to do for it. Oh well ;3 I'm just very happy.