Chapter 1: Forward is to go Endward
In a place devoid of everything, a entity with the appearance of a child with yellow eyes wearing white and a tall cylindrical hat is floating boundlessly in the empty space.
In front of him, shining like a minature star, is a glowing bright white orb floating in the emptiness, flickering as he cupped it with his tiny hands.
A forlorn smile appeared in the entity's face. Watching Souls ascend to another reality always bring calmness to the storm that is his heart.
Suddenly, he felt distortion takes place in the void. Twisting, intruding, ramming in to the boundaries that he had set up.
"I had finally catched to you in the In Between, Ächten. That's the name that you go by now right?" A man with short black hair and ethereal glowing green eyes who suddenly appeared and the ones who had caused the distortion stated.
He wears a black suit with viridian necktie and a dark green trench coat. The child like entity, now named Ächten, clicked his tongue in irritation before sighing in exasperation. "I wasn't expecting you to find me here, Laplace."
The man, Laplace, narrowed his eyes, "The In Between is a maze mere mortals, even Gods, no matter how powerful they are, could only wished to traveled without facing their ends." He pushes up his glasses as he continue and stared at the childlike entity in white.
"You're one of the only few entity that I know that could travel this plane of reality as much as you pleased besides The 「̶̵̶̡̧̢̨̨̛̛̛͖́̀̕͘̕͘͟͟͜͝͝͝͏̴̢̀͘̕͟͜͞G̶̞̕͘͟ ̯͏̕H͙͜ ̳͜D̷͔ ̷̩Ẁ͎ ͍̕K̩͘」̷̘ and The King of Time."
Ächten crinkled his nose at the mention of the last title for a moment before shaking it off and smirked, "Which just makes it much more easier to do my job."
Laplace raised his hand, green and black flames spouting out of it, glaring. "No, it only makes you much more dangerous. Reincarnating Souls as you please without permission from the Council is strictly forbidden. On top of your other crimes, the Council is demanding for your head on a silver platter."
Behind Ächten, the flickering glowing orb began to disperse in to multiple pieces like snowflakes of light, ascending to another Universe in Ächten's will.
Laplace's eyes widen, immediately understanding what's happening. He moved,
「Systematic Shower of Soul Devouring Flames」
Beams of dark green flames with the ability to devour souls lashed out and rain towards the ascending Soul. He gritted his teeth, the nerve of him to try and reincarnate the Soul while in front of him. The Soul must be destroyed right now before it cause problems like the others. Ächten must be apprehend as well for his crimes or be eliminated on the spot to avoid further problems.
「Chaotisch Umweg」 (Chaotic Deviation)
The Beams of Black and Green stopped in their tracks and take a different route all together, away from the Soul currently in the process of reincarnation.
"You're skills are still nothing compared to mine, dear Laplace."
Laplace smirked at him, "I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you."
The beams of Soul eating flames take a sharp turn right after Ächten dispersed them. They head back towards the Soul and Ächten defend against it only to moved on their own and went straight to the Soul right again.
The last time that Laplace and Ächten had faced, Laplace had loss and been utterly crushed by the sheer difference between their strength. After his loss, Laplace trained relentlessly like how Ächten used to do. Most Gods laughed at him at his attempt at training. Gods doesn't train after all, they were born with their powers and naturally knew the in's and outs of their own powers.
That very thing has been their down fall since Ächten defected.
So he ignored them.
Their opinions only matters a little for him. What would they know about him? He wasn't even a God from the start like they are.
Just as the beams were about to hit and devour the Soul, the Soul particles moved sideways as if they have been out of course.
The Soul vanished without being eaten by his flames.
Laplace glared at Ächten, "What have you done?!"
Ächten smiled, mocking him as he did so "What's the matter? And here I have thought that you haved surpassed me. Figure it out your self my dear student."
"Silence! You're no longer my teacher the moment that you have defected, God of Cha—!"
Ächten's eyes glowed eerie yellow, "I am the God of Second Chances now Laplace, get it right."
Internally, Ächten grimaced, the Soul has reincarnated safely and successfully. The problem is that in order to do so, he had shaked the terrain of the Souls path.
The Soul might not be reincarnated as what he was supposed to be.
…let just wish that he won't be reincarnated as a chicken or something along the lines.
That would really sucks.
Turning his full attention to his former student, Ächten grinned maliciously at Laplace, his ethereal glowing yellow eyes intensified. Energy of myriad undescribable colors started to enveloped him, Laplace stiffened.
"Since the Soul is now safe, it means that I am now free to wreck havoc as much as I want."
Laplace didn't waste time and attacked at the very chance that he could get to.
Ächten crushed the dark green flames with his bare hand. The myriad colored energy started to extend to the In Between.
He grinned at the other God, a grin that is full of teeth, and Laplace feel like he's having flashbacks, "It seems that you haven't learned your lessons at all since my absence."
Ächten opened his arms in a welcoming gesture, just as everything expands, encompassing the void itself.
「Chaos Anwesenheit」 (Chaos Presence)
And there was Chaos.
When Steven opened his eyes, he was greeted by pitch black sky and for some unknown reason, he could still see clearly as if It's daytime.
The last thing that he remembered is sleeping in his room, tired from excursion with his friends from a Anime convention, then by the time he wake up, he's already here.
He didn't get Isekai'ed while he's slepping didn't he? Wasn't Isekai genre commonly consist of being hit by a truck before being reborn in to another world? He's healthy despite being a weeb. So there's no way that it can be heart attack. He has few friends and none of them had any kind of Ill intentions towards him. He can't be hit by a truck while sleeping couldn't he? Thats just ridiculous, he's at home, not in the road. Also his rooms in the second floor.
His eyes landed on the land and the weird structure besides him.
Are they… actually, what are they?
They looked familiar, it felt like he already saw them somewhere.
The land is yellow lime like rock. It's hard and a little sandy. It's dry, not at drop of water in it, kinda like the sands from Sahara when his asshole of a friend dragged him on a overseas trip to a honest to god desert. The weird structures are tall, tall and purple. They kinda remind him of trees—heck, they even have flowers in them, at least he thought they were, also in color purple.
Also, they're all blocky, which is all really reaaaally familiar. It felt like the answer is at the tip of his tongue, he just couldn't figure it out.
He brought his hand to his face, a habit he get from his friends when dealing with stressful situation. He felt really weird as well, he feels like standing in a really tall flatform. He notice something, his hands… his skin…
It's black.
BLACK.
God what happened?!
His hands limbs are unnaturally long, his fingers are sharp, It's like claws.
"Oh my God." he froze from hearing his own voice. It's the same, but it feels wrong, like his voice was twisted and thrown in to a blender, yet he could understand it clearly.
"Oh my God."
After a hour of flailing, freaking out and a lot of indignant and unholy, shrieking, panic noises, Steven finally manage to somewhat calm down.
He once again examined his surrounding. The ground that he is standing are End stones. The weird thin and tall purple tree like things are actually Chorus trees and the weird flowery blocks are Chorus flowers.
His hand's are black, his limbs are long and black, his whole body is black. He doesn't know about his hair but he bet that they're also black—wait no, he paused, examining his bangs.
Their white, opposite of his now black exterior.
He's now inhumanly tall, he just doesn't know how much.
He also apparently speaks like his voice is glitching.
The surrounding just scream End.
THAT END from Minecraft.
Why he doesn't realized it earlier is just dumb. Everything is blocky, that should have been obvious.
He looked at his now claws like hands.
He closed his eyes.
"This is a nightmare and I will wake up once I slapped my self." He told himself and breath in attempt to calm down.
"…" Inhale…
"…" Exhale…
He then promptly slapped himself in the face with an unexpected force that he feels like his whole world had been rocked.
"OWW!"
His eyes flew open from the pain as the horror resurface its ugly head once again and everything began to truly sink in.
"Oh my God I'm an Enderman."
After a while, Steven manage to actually calm down and started to sort out everything. He inspect his belongings. He wear the same clothes as he did when he fall asleep. He was so tired from the Anime and comic conventions he and his friends attended that he didn't bother to change at all except for his shoes.
He wears a white long sleeves, blue collared polo shirt, jeans, a one slinged backpack and his hat.
Though now, his sleeves barely passed his now long arm's elbows, the same could be said with his jeans.
He doesn't have shoes, he always removed them when he entered his house. Looking at his feet though, they looked really weird, he doubt that his shoes would fit in with them at all if he had them on.
His fedora rest on his head, unharmed.
He sighed in relief, thank god that it wasn't harmed. He wouldn't know what to do if it was destroyed or something.
Meanwhile, his one slinged backpack rest on his back. He could tell that it has more contents than it used to before he slept and ends up in here.
He put the bag down and opened up its contents to see what's added inside.
His phone, his solar charger, his power bank, and his hand held charger that his uncle gave to him as a gift when he turned fifteen are there. Along with his slightly empty water container and a few souvenirs from the convention and… a bundle of rubber gloves? It looks like the one used for cleaning.
"Oh, right." he remembered one of his friends stuffing them in his bag for safe keeping for some reason when he realize what he did before they leave the third comic convention that they visited. The friend in question has a mild case of kleptomania. He remembered him being worst when they were in High school, but tone down when they graduate. His kleptomania rarely appear these days but it's still there, just mellowed out.
He continue searching his bag and found more souvenirs, a note book, a box of pen (he kinda ran out of pen at home so he brought one on the way home), among few other things and… a letter?
Where did that come from?
He shaked his head. No sense wondering about it that much right now, opening the letter and seeing what's inside is much more important.
Dear Fanfiction. net,
He blinked and read it again, it didn't change.
…um what?
Hi! It is me, Ächten! Oops… Sorry, wrong platform.
Uhh… platform?
Ahem! Welcome! To the world of Pokémon!
I see—wait what?
Here lies the wonderful creatures that are called—wait, what do you mean I got the wrong card? Oh… okay sorry sorry.
…It's super effective, Steven is throughly confused.
He then looked around him warily. This is a letter right? Why does it seems like the one in the letter is talking live?
Anyway, frankly speaking, you died.
Ow, that hurt, much more than what Steven expected.
Truck-kun hit you while you're sleep.
What, how? Like he said earlier, he's at home, which is on the second floor, so how would that happen?
I apologize if I'm a little blunt, I wish it didn't hurt you that much.
I… It's okay… but yes, it hurts knowing that you died without knowing why or how.
My name is Ächten Jamertal and you could call me… the God of second chances. I reincarnate people to other worlds for them to have a second chance.
God of second chances… he never heard of one before, and he knew his myths and lores. Uncle and his friends from work used to tell him stories when he was a kid when he brought him to work to babysit since his parents never bothered with him.
It would be up to them whether they chose to have a normal life, go and take the role that is set for the world and change it to their liking, be the villain, the hero or the one pulling everyone's strings behind the scene. Its their choice.
Steven suddenly felt heavy, like a sack of rice was loaded in each of his shoulder. He gulped, thats heavy, no pressure there. Y-yay…
I don't have a criteria on who I would reincarnate or where, but for some unknown reason, every single one of the people that I have reincarnated are all Otakus or Weebs in one way or another.
…Why does he have a feeling and the urge to ask if he's cursed or something?
I hope that you'll live in your knew home and live the way you like.
Remember, you hold your own destiny.
Till we meet again.
-God of second chances, Ächten Jamertal
PS. I'm sorry if you aren't a human. Someone intervene with your reincarnation and wanted to destroy your Soul so didn't have a choice but shake the pillars of reality so that you could reincarnate faster and safety.
Steven felt as though his black exterior paled, Why would someone wants to destroy his Soul?!
I'm hoping that you didn't reincarnate as a chicken 'cause that would really sucks sorry.
God, you mean he could be a chicken instead of an Enderman?!
PPS. If you met entities saying that they know me and asked you to come to them, please run away. Their my enemies, they don't like that I reincarnate Souls to other worlds. So be careful around other gods and entities, they don't like me.
Why do you even had enemies?! Also, what's wrong with reincarnating people?! And gods?! As in plural?!
PPPS. If you met a man in trench coat with short black hair and glowing green eyes, and a face that looked as if he had one year worth of constipation, please also run away. His name is Laplace, he's the reason why your reincarnation went wrong.
PPPPS. I'll make it so that you could use the abilities of what your meant to be reincarnated and the one your reincarnated to much better.
PPPPPS. Also, please use the Reincarnation side effect boost, the ESP powers, properly. Your the only one I told about it, good luck~!
PPPPPPS. Last thing, beware of the bitch—I mean Glitches, yes, Glitches.
Steven fold the letter and tucked it away along with the other contents of the bag. He'll wonder about them later, he just need time to think and let things sink in.
He's dead, hit by a truck out of nowhere and is now reincarnated as an Enderman.
Someone wants him dead and they're the reason that he's now an Enderman.
Which isn't the worst part since he could have been a chicken instead and still have a bunch of gods after him.
"…" Inhale.
"…" Exhale.
That's a lot of footnotes.
Couldn't he like, just put them at the letter it self instead of the PS part?
And what's about the last bit about the ESP powers? You mean he could bend spoons with his mind now?
His eyes fell at the bag, willing it to move.
"…"
"…"
"…"
Seeing that his bag didn't bulge, he sighed. It wouldn't work, go figures. He doubt that's how ESP works. If it does, then many people would have been able to bend spoon with their mind at will.
He picked up his bag and dust himself off of End stone dusts.
Looking around the End, he find the place creepy, very very creepy. He swear he saw purple eyes glowing somewhere far away. Probably the Endermen living in the End.
He need to find the way to the Overworld beside the return home portal that appeared after defeating the Ender Dragon, because him defeating the Dragon is really impossible and there's no way that he would be staying in this scary, creepy place forever.
Steven adjust his backpack and his hat.
He could feel the numerous purple glowing eyes roaming around the void. He could see them walking around aimlessly in the other islands near to the large one that he is currently in. He did his best in avoiding meeting those gaze, he didn't want to trigger them in to attacking him after all.
It's strange to walk on ground barefooted with a weird feet like this.
Though not as weird as getting used to being almost eight or nine feet tall something.
He's always been small, even as an adult. He always had to flash his ID just to proved that he's an adult. His friends always tease him about it everytime they go to the bar. Combined with his low alcohol tolerance, It's not hard to believed that he's a teen instead of the young adult that he actually was.
Understandably, this sudden difference in height gave Steven a hard time to adjust. And due to the very same issue, Steven didn't noticed the hole on the End ground.
"Eeep!!"
He hit a near by chorus tree with his hands as he fall to the ground. Unexpectedly, the tree burst and collapse as if disintegrated.
Sprawled on the ground, Steven noticed that a weird small floating pixelated icon of a chorus fruits floating in front of his face. It went straight to him and vanished with a popping sound.
He blinked, surprised at the disappearance of the item. Suddenly, a chorus fruit appeared on his hand and a digital looking hot bar with 16 chorus fruit at the first box appeared floating at the bottom part of his vision, as well as hearts and drumsticks. Much like one would when playing Minecraft.
He paused for a moment and blinked, Oh right, it is Minecraft.
He stood up from the ground, struggling as he try to balance himself. His new height is really not helping him right now. Sure he wanted to grew tall because he was small, but not like this.
Definitely not like this.
He grumbled, "Aw, this sucks."
A blond lie on the couch reading something on his phone.
He's reading a Isekai Minecraft fanfiction on his phone, something about a weeb being reincarnated as an Enderman and suddenly waking up in the End.
The MC is just hilarious, it kinda reminds him of his friend Steven, they even had the same name! If he didn't know better, he would have thought that Steven himself wrote it. But then again, he remembered that while Steven liked fanfictions and the Isekai genre, he won't be able to write something like this.
He sucked at writing stories after all.
That poor sod, he keep crying at the bar when they all went and hang out, drunked and sobbing because for the life of him, he can't write a story and how he wish that he could Isekai someday to some adventurous wonderland.
He yawned and see his roommate walk in and greet him, "Hi, Tony. Whatcha doin'?"
He wave his phone at him, "Just reading a fanfic Isabella."
His roommate, Allen, just rolled his eyes. "Ha ha, funny."
Tony snorted, "It's not my fault you start with a Phineas and Ferb reference early in the morning."
Allen just gave him a blank stare, "Yes, Yes, yer such a comedian, we know. Now move your bubbly ass and stop soloing the couch."
"Don't know man, kinda sounds gay."
Allen snorted and yawned, "And you aren't?"
Tony laughed himself, "Touché" he's lucky that he have friends that aren't homophobic. Too bad they're all straight as an arrow. Even the Shortstacked Steven, who is unbelievable as it is, is straight and a one big dense chick magnet.
He blamed the guy's abs and firm muscle, combined with his short and nerdy appearance along with his adorably cute face, likable personality and his stupid fedora (which he swear is cursed for some reason).
…and that was the last time that they all went to the beach together.
Because Steven, that shortstacked dense mother fucker (they're words, not his), just keep on getting all the girls (even the boys, much to his envy) without trying, and the dude didn't even knew it! Or was trying for that matter.
Allen picked up the remote and turn the TV on. He always did like to watch news in the morning, he just slept longer this time because they attend a bunch of Anime and comic convention yesterday.
"—a ten wheeler truck crashed to an apartment building at 2:54 a.m.—"
"…h-hey, isn't that Steven's rundown apartment?"
Tony paused and look up from his phone. He then stared baffled at the footage of a large truck crashed at the building's second floor that is definitely Steven's apartment room, completely missing the first floor altogether.
Allen just looked as baffled and shocked as him, "How the hell did that happen?"
Like, the heck, how did the truck missed the first floor and went straight to Steven's room? That doesn't even make any sense!
He put down his phone while Allen increase the volume.
"—there were two casualties noted at the incident, the driver who is identified as Arnold Collins who is recorded dead on the spot and a 23 years old Freelancer named Steven Yun who is—"
Tony just stared blankly at the TV, he feel numb for some reason. Allen shut the TV off. He stood from the couch and turn to him with an expression on his face thst he couldn't quite understand. He sigh.
"I… I'll call the others."
Tony just stared back, after a few seconds, he nodded. "…thanks."
He watch Allen go back to his room to get his phone and contact the others. Weird, it doesn't feel real to him somehow, they were all just having fun yesterday and the next thing they know is one of them is dead.
He stared at the story that he's been reading on his phone earlier, the one about reincarnation and a weeb named Steven.
It seems so farfetched, and may or may not only be a coincidence. But does it matter?
"Steven," he murmured, staring at the fanfic on his phone, "I don't know how did you do it, but you did it. You shortstacked crazy son of a bitch, you did it."
"Adios amigo, you will not be forgotten. Good luck." He laughed humorlessly before typing a comment below.
A/N:
Words: aproximately 4000
Let's play Minecraft!
Another Idea that had popped on my brain and refuse itself to be written. But now that I had written it, I'll post it here and wait until reality and inspiration hit me with a sledgehammer.
That, or maybe wait for a new Minecraft update, an End update to be exact. (They updated the Nether after all, so why not the End?)
By the way, sorry if this thing kinda sucks. It's been a while since I've written something. Work is kinda eating most of my time and I still hadn't updated my other fics. Also yay! I'm not a home bound weeb anymore! Finally! I upgraded from jobless, home bound weeb in to a working, slightly overwork weeb with barely amount of free time since he work for twelve hours a day.
Anyway,
Thanks for reading, Favorite. Follow. Please Review. Schwarz out.
