#<- that. that's not canon. i havent decided what gold needs to sacrifice to the pit yet. its something. might not necessarily be that

[whirld-of-color]

decision: try to open it again

You jiggle the mouse around and click on the icon a few more times. Even if you don’t really…like the idea of playing Minecraft anymore, playing it with a friend could be a lot of fun!

Maybe you could message him?

…

After another minute of buffering, your resolve starts to falter. Maybe this isn’t worth it…there are definitely better things to be doing with your time.

Then, a few seconds later, the game opens.

…

You wait patiently for the game to load.

…

The windows go dark. A sharp, acrid smell of petrol hits you, and a high-pitched whirring coupled with a low, deep hum fills the room.

There is a video. It’s playing on the computer.

You’re in it.

But…that isn’t you, that- that can’t- be you. Because… you don’t remember this at all, it- you would remember this. It- this isn’t- it isn’t you. It can’t be.

The video jutters and jumps- you can hear this, other person’s panicked breathing, running from it, and the high-pitched noise of the static. The sound of glitched darkness eating the world, the-

(content warning for an extremely loud noise!)

It shuts off.

What is on your screen now are three words.

Dad isn’t home.

(part 2)