It's my first time writing a fanfic, sorry if i messed up anything.

I don't own Minecraft, this fanfic is based on the fanfic My Craft by OnTheCobb.

As if someone had decided to turn the spotlight on me, the darkness was suddenly replaced by a blinding glare, revealing a whole new world that I hadn't signed up for.

I squinted against the offensive brightness, shielding my eyes like a vampire caught out in broad daylight. Slowly, as my retinas stopped burning, I found myself standing on what seemed to be solid ground. Yeah, because floating in nothingness was so yesterday.

Surrounded by an explosion of colors that wouldn't be out of place in a unicorn vomit, I couldn't help but squint my eyes at the sudden change of scenery.

Taking stock of my current location – a circular stone platform surrounded by stone pillars. Beyond the pillars, a seemingly endless forest stretched out, its monotony broken only by the silhouette of a distant mountain.

Then, behind me. I noticed a house nestled among the trees, complete with its very own garden. Maybe some people are willing to tell me where I am.

Looking down at myself, I noticed something. Running down my left arm were two lines: one adorned with 10 heart-shaped tattoos, and the other with a single thin, straight line. On my right arm, another line held 10 drumstick tattoos. This definitely wasn't there the last time I checked.

But before I could comprehend my situation, I was abruptly pushed aside by the sudden appearance of someone, seemingly materializing out of thin air.

Decked out in the standard issue white dress shirt, blue jeans, and black shoes matching the hair, he gave me a look that screamed 'What just happened?' Hovering above his head was a title. It reads 'Vagferes'.

"What?" His voice was surprised like he didn't expect to be here.

I was shocked at his sudden appearance, my mind ran through multiple scenarios of me potentially talking with this guy. I stared at him in silence, thinking about what to say.

As I sat there, speechless, Vagferes took notice of my bewildered expression. With an unsure expression, he pointed a finger at my face.

"Is that makeup?" He asked.

I blinked in confusion, then reached up to touch my face, feeling the odd sensation of charred lines running vertically between my eyes.

"Shouldn't you ask about who I am?" I replied, my voice tinged with uncertainty as I tried to make sense of the strange markings on my face. "Definitely not makeup, I think."

"Looking at your expression, I assume you're in the same situation as me." The guy then made a comparison that went straight over my head. "Also, you kinda remind me of Jigsaw."

I furrowed my brow, trying to process his words. "Jigsaw? Like... puzzles?"

Vagferes sighed, shaking his head. "Never mind. Forget I said anything."

I shot him a glare, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Yeah, because I totally asked for his opinion on my appearance.

The moment passed, leaving me with a nagging sense of curiosity about this mysterious "Jigsaw" character. But try as I might, the memory slipped through my head.

"Do you get that weird feeling?" I asked him, furrowing my brow in confusion. "It's like you know or experience or seen something before, but you also forget it and can't exactly make sense of where or when you've seen it. I was thinking of Jigsaw, but I can't remember anything about where I know it from. Maybe it's just me."

"I don't know... but now that you mentioned it, it's kinda bothering me. I think we should try and make sense of thi—" Vagferes was cut off by the sound of a door opening. I glanced towards the house and spotted a bald man wearing brown tunic robes, his hands held together within his sleeves. And HOLY SHIT, TALK ABOUT AN UGLY MUG. I mean, seriously, what's with that massive nose? But hey, at least his eyes aren't half bad, right? Those green emerald eyes are practically sparkling compared to the rest of his face.

The man looked at the two of us and spoke, "I apologize, I did not notice you two were there. Fildde and Vagferes it is? My name is Helena, and I welcome you to the world of Minecraftia as Crafters number 999,999,964 and 999,999,965. I'm sure you have a lot of questions, and I'll answer them to the best of my ability." He stood there, clearly waiting for a response, his gaze shifting between us expectantly.

"Oh, so the thing hovering above your head is your name, I assume something is hovering above my head too," Vagferes nonchalantly said. Why is he so calm? Can't he comprehend the situation?

I glanced at the bald man with a feminine voice and said, "Right, so Helena, you know something's up, and you don't have a name or title above your head. Who are you?" I was being paranoid, sure, but I gotta be wary.

"Well, that's because I am a Testificate. Only Crafters like yourself can have names above your head," Helena said calmly, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

His words were met with a raised brow from Vagferes, me on the other hand, I couldn't help but feel a bit wary. This was all new to me, and Helena seemed genuinely kind despite our skepticism.

"Testificate? Is that some kind of fancy term for a Minecraft NPC?" Vagferes muttered under his breath, earning an eye roll from me. That guy is so weird.

Helena sighed, his emerald eyes betraying a hint of weariness. "I'm a guide of sorts, tasked with guiding Crafters like yourselves to survive Minecraftia."

Vagferes snorted, clearly unimpressed. "Do you get paid?"

I shot him a warning glare before turning back to Helena. "So, what's the deal with that black space? And why were we brought here?"

"All Crafters emerge from the Void, devoid of memories from their past lives. And for the reason why you were brought here, I don't have any answers. This is The Origin, all Crafters that hailed from the Void all began their existence here." Helena replied.

"Uh huh, I still have more questions." I interjected.

Helena's lips curled into a small smile. "All in due time, my dear. Why don't you two come inside? I'll explain and tell you everything you need to know."

I exchanged a skeptical glance with Vagferes before nodding. "Keep an eye on that... thing."

With that, we followed Helena into his house, stepping into the unknown with a mix of curiosity and caution. It was a simple wooden house, with a chest in the corner, two torches placed on each side of the wall, a strange table, a wooden chair, some bookcases, and a bed. Everything felt rather basic.

Curious, I asked Helena "Hey, Helena, uh, are—"

"Are you a guy, Helena? You look like a bald man, but your name and voice say otherwise. As far as I know, Helena is not a very gender-neutral name. Maybe you didn't know that?" Vagferes cut me off.

I stared at him in shock, and I could see Helena doing the same. Is he trying to get us kicked out? Who asks something like that so bluntly? That was what I was wondering too! Couldn't he find a more subtle way of saying it? I'll just assume that Helena is a she.

"Dude, are you trying to get us kicked out? This—" I glanced at Helena "Woman? is clearly very hospitable and nice, and she's trying to help us understand our current situation," I said, trying to salvage his mistake.

Silence suffocated the room. Vagferes, seemingly disinterested, scanned the surroundings, while Helena, still recovering from the verbal slap, attempted to regain her composure. With a sharp cough, she redirected our attention. "Since you are new to this world, I will excuse your crude remark about my appearance."

Helena, her lips drawn into a tight line, addressed me with a steely gaze. "You seem like the more reasonable one. Any questions from the more rational side of the room?" Her words stung with an icy edge, and I felt a surge of apprehension creeping up my spine.

"O-oh, right so there are these weird tattoos on our arms," I showed her my arms with the drumsticks and hearts tattoo "And uh, I noticed the drumstick one is decreasing"

She reached out from her sleeves and suddenly threw two pieces of bread at me. "Eat this," she told me. "Those tattoos on your arms indicate your health and hunger status. If your health meter reaches zero, you die. While the hunger meter, if it reaches zero, you'll start to starve and lose your health." Her explanation was delivered with a calm demeanor, but the gravity of her words sent a chill down my spine.

I glanced down at the bread in my hand and noticed only one piece remained. "Wait, didn't you throw me two pieces of bread? Where did the other one go?" I asked, my confusion mounting.

Helena sighed, shaking her head at my apparent ignorance. "You can check your belt," she explained patiently, gesturing towards the black strap around my waist. "Imagine the number of bread you have in your head. It's like an inventory. You can store items inside it and switch freely between nine slots on your belt."

I threw the other piece of bread to Vagferes and said, "Alright then." Taking a bite of the bread, I suddenly felt it vanish from my hand, disappearing into thin air. My mouth felt drier, but my hunger bar seemed to be full again. I glanced at Helena, waiting for an explanation.

"Food in Minecraftia disappears after you bite them, but you can still taste them," Helena stated plainly.

Vagferes flopped down onto the bed, his demeanor oozing with nonchalance as he lounged there, having finished the bread. "What else can you tell us?" he drawled, a hint of impatience lacing his words.

Helena shook her head in exasperation, a weary sigh escaping her lips. "Look outside," she urged. Vagferes and I obeyed, our eyes widening in disbelief as we beheld the purple-hued sky. It had only been a few minutes since we arrived. What was happening?

My frustration bubbled to the surface. "It hasn't even been that long yet... how is it already turning dark?"

"Time here is different from wherever you came from," Helena explained patiently, her tone tinged with a hint of sympathy. "All Crafters seem to have the same reaction as you. Here, time is measured by tick. If I have to make a comparison, one tick, as you Crafters say, is one second."

"This world is wack. Can we save this for tomorrow? I don't want to have a breakdown from trying to comprehend this world's messed-up norms," I muttered, pinching my nose and shaking my head in disbelief.

Helena let out a weary sigh. "Very well, it's only been your first day. Take some rest, both of you. Unfortunately, my house only has one bed, so you two will have to share."

I glanced over to the bed. Vagferes was already sprawled out, taking up every inch of space like he owned the place. I shot him a glare before turning back to Helena without moving my head. "What about you? Don't you need to sleep as well?"

Helena shook her head. "Unlike Crafters, a Testificate doesn't need to sleep or eat."

"How convenient…" I muttered, stifling a yawn. "I'll just sleep on the chair, I guess." With that, I slumped into the wooden chair and drifted off into a restless sleep.