A/N: I couldn't update because... well, actually, I have no excuses. I just lazed around and I lacked motivation these past few days, so sorry. Really.

Also I thought of something: Updates may come once a week or every other week (because of my busy schedule, like I mentioned before) but since that's happening, I'll just bump the word count to 2,000+. Sound good?

You: NOPE

...Well.

Sorry if this chapter is super short. A rushed writer leads to rushed writing.

"Can't you just tell me who you are?"

Yet again Tyler was in his dreamscape, where he stood amidst the familiar white world that seemed dark to him. He had his arms crossed in irritation, owing to the fact that the grey figure ignored all of his questions and spoke like a man obsessed with sheep. Talking to him was like going around in circles; you ended up with the same amount of information as when you started.

"Life is a fleeting thing," it said in a low, quiet voice. "Humans can try to give their life a purpose, but in the end, they are all the same. Who is to say they are more powerful than the lowly maggot, who in turn will feast on their corpses?"

"I know not what you speak of," replied Tyler, "but I would appreciate it if you, for once, answered my goddamn question." His tone was stern and demanding, but it did no good, as the entity in the distance still would not comply.

"Your friend, lamb, be wary. He who refuses me refuses God."

That caught his attention. "My friend?"

"...No matter. Such is His will." Like a broken light, the figure flickered in and out as dead static, a buzzing white noise echoing all throughout the landscape. The high frequencies irritated Tyler's ears, to the point that they induced a heavy migraine. Head pounding and eyes shut tight, he crumpled to the ground in pain and covered his ears with his hands, as if trying to crush his skull. In just a few seconds, he dropped to the floor, body completely numb and lifeless.

He was as good as dead.

Tyler jolted awake from his nightmare, his eyes frantically skimming over the half-real world, half-Minecraft room. Did I just... die? It was strange that he had the same dream as the night before, but having no logical conclusion to it, he blamed it on the trippy world he now unfortunately lived in. Luckily it was the weekend, so the cycle of mundane routines halted to a pause, until Monday rolled in, of course.

Grabbing his glasses from the desk, Tyler yawned and stretched his sore limbs, as his body was not used to the uncomfortable firmness of the Minecraft bed. It didn't take many things for the bassist to wake up fully and adjust to his morning. A simple mug of his favorite black coffee usually did the trick. As he went through the tedious task of preparing the steamy beverage, he received a text. Checking his phone as he sat down, it said:

Bad night last night.
And not because I almost got us killed (that counts though), but because some dude tried to mug me
Talk about bad luck :/

Craig absolutely loved to talk about himself. That included ranting.

What happened? Are you alright?

Yeah. I'm fine. I got scratched though, pretty badly too haha

Who attacked you?

Some dude in black
Listen man, it's nothing compared to me almost killing you

Nevermind that.
You said it was someone in black?

Yeah
Or maybe he was yknow
African-american
Anyway
All I did was look at him
And he freakin lashed out at me! :[

Tyler swallowed the last of his coffee and gripped onto his mug like his life depended on it. Great, an Enderman. How the hell was he supposed to tell his friend that what he saw last night wasn't a person at all, and was in fact a monster from a game? Sneak it into a casual conversation?

...He may as well try.

But texting wouldn't be right, oh no. He had to call Craig. A serious matter such as that couldn't simply be explained through mere messages. It didn't take long for the other line to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Craig? I have some unfortunate news for you."

"What is it? Did something happen?"

Tyler gulped and hesitated. "You were, ah, attacked by a being not from this world."

"What? Dude, you tired or something?"

"What you saw last night was not a human." He paused for added effect. "What you saw - rather, looked at, was an Enderman."

"Slender- what?"

"Enderman," corrected the bassist. "A tall, black creature turned hostile if you look at it."

Laughter was heard on the other line. "Hey man, you didn't get a concussion from last night or anything, did you?"

Tyler was almost offended. "Craig, this is serious. You were lucky you weren't ripped to shreds. That Enderman could have killed you-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, slow down, dude. Look, I'm sorry for almost killing you, but there's no need to start talking about my own death."

"Do you even realize how dire the situation is?" Tyler cried out, clutching the still warm mug close to him. "People have died from the Creeper explosions! And now you're telling me that I'm not supposed to believe a child's game is actually leaking into the real world?" He gasped for air after his outburst; he just couldn't hold it all in any longer.

"...You're starting to scare me, Ty. What's all this nonsense about dying?" Craig sounded genuinely afraid from the tone of his voice. "I don't like it. I don't want to die."

The bassist had finally calmed down enough to speak normally. "You won't die if you're careful next time. Honestly, I can't even tell apart games from reality anymore."

"So, uh, what do I do?"

"If you see anything that looks remotely like it came straight from Minecraft, don't hesitate to tell me. And watch where you're going next time." Thus the call abruptly ended.

Just as Tyler was about to turn his phone off and head straight to the sink to wash his mug, he received a text from somebody he hadn't expected to receive a text from.

yo dude
something weeiird just happened
remember the huge spider in my dorm?

Craig Jackson, Jake Springer... Tyler never realized how social he actually was.

Yes, I do recall. What happened?

dude like i went back to my dorm after crashing at a friends place
n the spider was gone!
like poof
it was gone like the wind

It was gone?

yeah
weird shit but at least now i can go back in my dorm
haha hope u had a good mornin

Tyler closed his eyes and nodded thoughtfully. Interesting. Very interesting. The spider despawned after Jake had left its vicinity, just like in the game. With full alertness thanks to the coffee, and a goal in mind, he set off to work on research pertaining to the interesting creatures known as mobs.

A/N: Short short short. Sorry sorry sorry.

And half-assedness errywhere.

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