Steve, a regular everyday man that you would past by and probably wouldn't look at for more than a second was going about his day. He just got home from working a construction job that he hated, but it paid the bills, so he just continued with it.
"How did it end up like this me?" Looking at himself in the mirror while crumpled in a beanbag Steve began to wonder, why did he choose this for himself? Is this what he really wanted when he wanted to build and create things? Maybe he should've been a 3d modeler, or maybe an engineer, even an artist could've been better.
Though that's too late and far gone.
Getting up from the beanbag and into his "Office" where it was really just his gaming area, or some other people would call it his man cave. He had a decent level pc, just optimized enough to get over 100 fps on Minecraft, yes, Steve had bought something over 1000$ just to get rid of lag for a Lego game.
Steve not minding that he a grown man has spent full pay checks on a pc due to Ram (It's over a 1000$ now for 64 gigabytes, last time I checked that was three weeks ago and the price has only risen, yall are cooked), hopping on the game he boots it up.
Opening his five-year-old world his character runs around his house, though what terrified Steve was he just opened his world up.
"Hell nah, fuck this shit!" Immediately getting away from the pc he grabs the power cord and yanks it out of the socket. Feeling relieved until he takes a look at his monitor
it's still on.
And worse his Minecraft skin, Steve, is staring straight at him through third person. Grabbing a bat this time intending to smash his setup he hesitates, 'The money though, I spent 3500 dollars on this setup, I can't break this..." Perhaps if Steve's greedy ass smashed the setup, he wouldn't have to go through this.
His character now eyes pure white and skin turning black screeches the noise coming through the unpowered speakers. Steve's ears ring and his eyes feel like they're crying, 'is this blood?' was Steve's final thought.
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Waking up on grass Steve opens his now not bleeding eyes, his hands brushing the ground taking in the feel of it, recognizing he's clearly not in his home he gets up and starts looking around.
He's in a clearing, a decent size clearing of a forest with what seems to be a river to the south of him. Lightly jogging over to the river, he observed that the water flowed with an unnatural, almost pixelated, clarity, reflecting the vibrant trees surrounding him.
His reflection seemed like that of his original self, but also a mixture of his skin Steve, he had a way longer bird-it looked like a bush, his nose was more defined, and his eyes, though still his own, held a faint, unsettling glow within their depths. He quickly looked away, a chilling realization dawning on him that he was no longer merely observing his avatar but rather had become intrinsically merged with it.
Steve decided to try a hypothesis, an educated guess if you will, he walked up to a tree and started punching it. After several impacts, the wooden block detached with a distinct 'pop' and disappeared after going towards him, confirming his suspicions about the familiar physics of this newly entered reality
The tree above said block began to collapse on Steve-looking up just in time he steps out of the way just in time, now narrowly avoiding getting crushed by a tree. He then observed the tree logs turning into tiny floating blocks that went towards him and disappeared.
"Okay Steve, you're definitely in Minecraft," he muttered to himself, a mix of bewilderment and a nascent understanding of his predicament washing over him. This sudden immersion into a once digital game world now marked his new reality, "Well, how the hell do I access the inventory... SYSTEM! Come on System every main character gets one, so where is mine... SYSTEM!" Shouting out belligerently Steve appears as a confused insane man that escaped a psychiatric ward.
His desperate cries echoed through the serene forest, the world a stark contrast to the structured, albeit dissatisfying, reality he had left behind.
Despite his crazed and frantic calls, no holographic interface or soothing AI voice responded to his pleas for a system, no mindless ai that turns into a yandere, he was truly on his own.
This absence of a system left Steve feeling stupid calling out for a system that doesn't exist in his mind and shouting in tandem.
Trying a different strategy to access his supposed inventory he thought of it, in his mind he pictured his inventory, what the one in the base game looked like, and with a faint 'pop' his inventory appeared in front of him.
13 oak logs with his newfound ability Steve began to do what he does best, speedrunning survival within moments crude oak planks appeared in his left hand-then a crafting table in the other. The familiar sound of items being placed echoed as he positioned the crafting table, a beacon of Steve's soon to be rudimentary base of operations, a home.
With an almost practiced efficiency now put into reality Steve begins to rapidly craft wooden tools, with a shovel he digs down to gather stone, upgrading to new tools he throws his used wooden ones into a furnace he made.
Remembering how he saw some iron in the river he smelts it and crafts a shield.
Then he began to build a foundation, a classic square boomerang house, realizing how poor he is in building blocks, he begins to commit deforestation. Clearing out 16 trees Steve now has 2 stacks and 16 oak wood logs, with an abundance that would prove crucial for expanding his base he begins to construct them into planks.
Eventually finishing up his base in a matter of 2 hours Steve stares at his creation, through the using oak planks and cobblestone he has constructed a nice home for himself. He even managed to find some sand in the river to make glass; turns out it's around 3-5 blocks long (a block is one meter) in some areas.
(I'll make something soon for yall)
But what isn't nice is the fact that the Sun seems to be setting soon, and he has no way to sleep, 'I'm not going to deal with mobs, if there's even a difference between the game and the place, I'm in-I don't even want to think about what I'm going to have to deal with. I'm not paranoid but what if I encounter some magical demon or some shit, or whatever the hell that thing was that dragged me here.' Steve involuntary shudders-a chill running down his spine at the thought of the entity that took him away from his previously cozy but busy life.
Steve began to go out of his safe clearing and into the oak wood forest, he was still counting his blessings that no mobs have spawned even though he only put torches in his house. Running through it with a stone sword in hand and a shield in the other, his eyes darting looking for sheep, or any other animal.
Luckily, or not, he spotted 2 sheep next to each other. Immediately swapping his sword with fresh wheat he got from his farm he started to lead the sheep back to his base. However, he took too long, he ran for an hour or so to find the sheep and got them back in an hour and thirty minutes.
When he got back to base and quickly built a fenced area for them, he turned around and saw them, hostile mobs, the undead were at his base. Swapping to his stone sword and shield Steve decides to use something the mobs don't have, stealth.
Sneaking and crouching around his base he gets close enough to stab a skeleton, Steve felt a shiver crawl up his spine, he didn't have the courage to fight the skeleton, he was too scared.
Hiding behind his house again Steve tried to muster his courage but all he felt was his fear of dying, he thought of himself as a brave man most of the time.
He worked on skyscrapers he could have died then but he wasn't scared of that so why? Why is he so scared of this creature? Why is he so scared of that THING?
'Why?'
'Why?'
'Why?'
'WHY?!'
Before Steve could continue his mental spiral, the skeleton began to walk by, bow in its hand and arrow in the other it began to look for something, maybe someone-probably someone.
He didn't have much time before the skeleton noticed him, most likely allowing the other mobs to clock his location.
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(Anyway, that was the first chapter, hope yall enjoyed.