My little minecraft player

Minecraft is a nice, relaxing game. Perfect for calming someone's nerves with it's nice views and mostly comfy soundtrack.

Of course not always, like.. for example, when a enderman steals your blocks, a creeper destroys a house, or zombies murdering your villagers, but those things just add to the charme of the game.

But that isn't the reason why he's here today. Max was here just to relax, and forget the shame he felt as that ass pulled his pants down, he's gonna get back at him for sure.

Why did his crush have to be there, and all because of him, fucking asshole.

Things like that weren't uncommon for the both of them, so they always took it in good spirit, and got back at each other ten times worse.

Trying to calm his nerves, Max concentrated on building the interior of his hidden mountain base, imagining hiw cool it would be to be on an adventure like Steve from Minecraft is.

The server he played on was his friends circles server where everyone can log in and play when they so choose or so please.

Chest after Chest, stone wall after stone wall, tag after tag and detail after detail he build in his mountain base his storage room up till it was finished.

Taking a look at his work, he felt proudness in the work he did. For a year he somehow managed to keep this little project of his hidden, so that at the end of it no one can fuck up his stuff again like last time, where James, the bastard, thought it was funny to blow up his hill castle he worked on so hard to build, so many hours of grinding wasted, James would get it coming to him, that promised Max to himself, pinkie-promise.

Bringing his thoughts back to his current base Max searched for ideas to add to his base.

Bedroom? Check
Storage? Check
Villager trade center? Check
Workplace? Check
Farms and labour? Check
A Mine? Check
Big ass Library with enchantment table?Check
Brewing shop? Check
Big, unnecessary halls and Throne room, with iron golems patrolling? Check
Zoo's and Aquarium? Check
Unneeded training area and armory? Check
Definitely needed Statue of his own greatness? Check

Having come up with nothing that he could add to his base, and being to tired out to go out mining or Farming, he instead chose to stroll around his giant base. Visiting the Villagers, reading a few pages of a book he one to one coppied from another book from real life because he has no hobbies, browsing through his brew recipes for potions because he just can't remember those cursed recipes and stepping into the rather bland and lonely halls that conect everything. Yeah...that didn't really fit well with him. Not at all.

So he sprinted to his storage and afterwards to his workplace to create decorations like pictures and other things to liven up all those sad, empty halls.

And so he did. He spent about three hours decorating the halls, and later on the other rooms so that everything seems more alive and friendly. And he thinks he did a pretty good job doing it.

Inspecting his work, he noticed just how tired he was now. He should have went to bed ages ago. Well, that's just Minecraft, find one imperfection, and already three hours have been spend correcting it. But as a last action, like he always did, he went back to his bed and went asleep.

Altough not just in-game but also in real life, as he was so tired, that his head came down to the headrest of his chair, and his fantasizing mind going to dreamland, dreaming of one of his most dearest dreams and wishes, going on an mythical adventure in a land, far far away.

And just as a coincidence this night, his sweet dream would come ture.

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In dreamland Max was running through a flower field on top of a gigantic mountain, having an amazing view of the lush forests that stretch further than the eye can see, gorgeous waterfalls and the kilometer long rivers, mountain ranges that reach high into the clouds, beautiful flower fields and in the middle of it all a calm, peaceful village.

Moving his gaze a little down, our hero saw a stunning big castle with a giant city beside it and tiny people who all seem like different colored pixels.

Max had lucid dreams like this before, but he was surprised how beautiful this one was, he wished it was real, but new it wasn't, so he would make the best while here.

Wanting to take a step forward, a strange, cold and dark and distorted voice called out to him.

......But, what if IT wassss realllllll...... ?

Max was surprised at this, bit not shocked, as he had all kinds of strange dreams before, like that one time wher he was able to glide though the air while leading a revolution while trying to solve a conflict between caveman. Or that one time where a tall dark monster with purple eyes chased him in a forest, and almost "killed" him, at the end of the dream he chased the monster with a shotgun and a chainsaw on a cliff, long story short the monster pushed him of the cliff, and he awakened in his bed, needing to change the bedding.

So, anyway... he learned to embrase the weirdness.

"Then i would probably travel there", Max said to the dark voice.

.....Eeeeven, if IT was a slight bit Painfull????....... the mysterious voice asked.

Without a second thought Max replied," Yes,
why not, a little pain doesn't scare me all that much ."

....gooood, then why not take my hand, I will bring you there, with a tiny bonus, because i feel generous today....... the voice said.

A dark, rotten, stinking hand reached out, waiting for him to take it.

Seeing the disgusting, kinda... realistic looking hand, Max backed away, and shortly inspected it.

The ugly hand kind of reminded him of his uncles hand, considering that his uncle always does some kind of strange "experiments" he rarely ever talks about or explains when he talks about it, besides his hands getting disgusting and smelly, Max would picture them, for example in a dream, just like those he saw now. Not that they actually look like the ugly bone hand in his dream, but he would picture them that way.

Now that he thinks about his uncle, his uncles kind of a real creep, but not important.

Thinking the deal "through" Max grabbed the rotten hand, and accepted it's proposal.

"Fine, you've got my interest hooked up there, I'll do it", Max stated loud and proud.

... hehehe.....goooood....... the ominous voice said in a satisfied tone.

Right after hearing the voice saying good, our hero Max blacked out, altough still being able to fell the monstrous pain that awaited him in the rest of the dream.

But unaware of the insane scientist like cackling of the dark voice, is that in the moment of the handshake, just a second before he started to black out, a tiny blue dot in the castle's window just so started to notice him.