I seriously need to do a disclaimer. So here goes nothing.

Disclaimer: The characters in this story are in no way related to the actions of the actual characters; aka Notch. This is, in no way, meant to represent the people behind the minecraft avatars, the main example being Notch. I do not own Minecraft, Mojang, Microsoft or pretty much anything but my OCs and characterisation of the characters.

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What was that noise? I heard a whispering that seemed to drill its way into my head. It was more of a soft song than a whisper. It sounded like a lullaby. Soothing and sweet, the voice comforted me. I wanted to fall asleep, listening forever to the sweet noise. Alex was asleep on the oppposite side of the room. Then it sunk in. If it wasn't Alex, who was it? Two options seemed most likely. Notch. The legendary creator. The one who had supposedly created this land and all the people. The one who banished darkness. Yet it was still dark. The mobs were still groaning softly. Somehow, it was different though. I could sense a gentleness, like their bloodthirstiness had been quelled. Something that had seemed impossible. Like they were all zombie villagers and transformed into villagers. As if they were understanding what they were. Maybe, it was Notch. Or it could be Herobrine, the mythical bane of light. The king of the mobs, the stalker of all. The mysterious one. 'The one who knew too much' an ancient book had theorised. 'The demon of hell' another had written. Sometimes I had felt eyes on my back and chills creeping up my spine. Maybe he was here to claim my life and his world back. He had obviously been here before me. But how could a demonic stalker sound so much like a caring creator? It could always be a new player.

In the middle of the night? Who you've never seen?

I hoped that whatever the being was, that it wouldn't kill me. I had once glanced into an enderman's eyes and had been nearly beaten to death. I gathered up my courage and asked it one question.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying to hide the fear in my trembing voice.. But the mysterious being had vanished before the rising sun could emit its first rays of warmth.

I had been spotted. It would soon be time to reveal myself.

Soon. Not yet.

I hoped that He did not get to them first. He wouldn't normally risk contacting them to maintain his facade, but if he figured out I had been watching them...

He would probably throw a fit and use them to lure me to my death. Even if it meant killing them.

I knew his plan. He was rather shallow. He didn't realise that they had minds of their own. He didn't realise that the world was more complex than He thought. He believed that everyone was shallow. Worthless. Mere pawns on a chessboard, to be sacrificed. But even the weakest pawn can transform into a queen. That was what He didn't understand. He wanted the world to himself. To rule as the king of this terrain. At any cost. He was power-hungry. Crazy. Mad. If he hadn't bound me away I would have killed him. He was no longer the person he was. Every scheme made him less and less human. He didn't even flinch as he killed the villagers that helped raise him. I had stopped the slaughter, but many of them had died.

Why?

He had seemed nice. What had changed? Or was it something that had always been there? Would it show up in the 'players' as he had dubbed them? They hadn't shown any sign of the crazed fervour for power that He had. He had no mercy left for anyone. It would probably be the same for his own creations. I closed my eyes. To stop his evil, he had to be killed.

I'm so sorry, my dear creation. I wish there was another way.

Alex insisted I had been hallucinating or dreaming. Her exact words were "Steve, there is no way that someone could enter our house that late at door was closed! And the person you said was singing wasn't able to teleport. Otherwise we would hear the noise!"

Perhaps she was right. I still couldn't shake the feeling that something extremely hostile was watching us. Alex and I sprinted to my mansion. It was almost a pilgrimage. Three days of sprinting, with barely enough time to eat and wait out the night, just to get home. Thankfully, the houses I had built could hold two people. We would be back soon. If I had built my hose further away, then that would have taken even longer.

Why am I so worried? It was just a dream.

Or at least I hoped. By whichever being was out there, I hoped it was a dream.

Yay! Dividers! Don't ask me how Herobrine knows about chess. I'm only the writer! Figure it out yourself. Then explain it to me. Anyways, see you later, favouite, follow, review and tell Mirrorbrine not to throw pufferfish at me. Double update!