1st Person POV
As I felt my thoughts slipping away, I felt relief as I saw Roan bringing the kid to safety, leaving me behind in the process.
Most people would feel betrayed or disappointed, I wasn't...
I was a lost cause the moment the ceiling collapsed on me. Multiple of my bones broke from the collapse, mainly my spinal cord which completely immobilized me, I felt some of my organs rupture from the pressure, and my skin suffered numerous 3rd degree burns.
Even if I was brought out to the paramedics in time, I would be a cripple for the rest of my life. I would never want my girlfriend or family to dedicate the rest of their lives taking care of a burden.
My thoughts went dark as I faded away into the sweet embrace of death.
The moment everything went silent, I thought that was it. The pain blurred out, the heat faded, and the heaviness crushing my ribs slipped away like it had never been there. Death felt.... peaceful.
I felt like I was endlessly drifting across a river, no end in sight. It was endless darkness in all directions. The quiet was peaceful, considering he had been in a crowded state like Arizona his entire life.
Then the quiet cracked.
A thin line of brightness split across the darkness above me and flickered like faulty neon. The line widened as the darkness peeled away, revealing something that looked like a blank, white, office room.
I was dead, at least that much I understood, so where the hell was I? This definitely wasn't hell or heaven from the looks of it. But before I could figure out what was going on, something happened...
A presence formed before me. It did not walk, it hovered across the ground, giving off a unsettling eldritch vibe.
Lines of green code wrapped around it, flickering every so often, its inhuman limbs looked like they were glitching in and out of reality.
"Thra'kael ush norrh-velyx, saethuun kar'ith molgra," it said. The words jittered as if buffering. "Yl'threnn vae koshmir, ul'qathra naxoth ei'ruun."
I tried to speak but realized I did not have a mouth, or a throat, or a body. Yet the figure seemed to hear me anyway.
"Sorry, um, What the hell?" I asked in confusion.
It paused for a bit, like it was recalibrating, before it talked again, this time, I could understand it.
The cubes on its face spun faster. "[IDenTiTy. pAtCH noTE]."
Really fucking helpful.
"Why am I here, what is this place?" I questioned.
it paused, as if processing my question.
"[a ReQueST]." It spoke after a bit, it either didn't hear my second question or completely ignored it, most likely the latter.
"A request?" I asked. "By who?"
I wisely choice to look past his ignoration. Couldn't offend a possibly Lovecraftian entity after all.
The space around us rippled. Symbols streamed across the void like lines of code rewritten in real time. PATCH NOTE's posture shifted. "[SouRCe ReDacTED, bUt ThE RequEST wAS aPPrOveD]."
So I was brought back, by the whim of another being, someone unknown... What could someone want from me? I'm just a dead firefighter with a hero complex, but I would be retarded to look a gift horse in the mouth as braindead Japanese protagonists say.
"Are you… giving me a second chance?" I asked hopefully.
Although it was nice and peaceful during my time in the void, I felt an innate human desire for more, to achieve, to feel, to form connections.
The figure flickered, stabilizing for a moment before distorting again. "[ChaNCe. cOMpaTIbLE fOR TrANsFEr]."
"Transfer?" I asked, thoughts racing as I tried to comprehend what this meant for my future.
"[OnE wIsH, nAMe iT]," It said impatiently, as if wanting to get this over with.
I pondered on what I truly wanted,
The answer didn't come right away. Most of my life, I had been bouncing between jobs, trying to make a living. It was honest and simple work. I only joined the fire department because the pay was a cut above what I usually got, but I guess I found my calling there.
I didn't want to be a god.
I didn't want immortality, or riches, or some grand destiny written out for me. Watching everyone I cared about grow old while I stayed the same sounded lonely. And power handed over without effort felt… empty.
Something had a pull on me though, something old at the deep recesses of my mind.
When I was still in high school, I remembered about a certain blocky game that I used to spend hours on. Every single day after class, I rushed to my old potato of a laptop and played cracked Minecraft.
I remembered how innocent I was back then, I took on projects, built bases, dug tunnels, made friends...
Back then, this simple game connected with me and stuck with me. Even when all of my friends eventually moved on to newer, flashier games. I was still there, through the years, It was the one constant in my life until I got out of college, and I had to deal with the real world.
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I guess, I knew what I was going with.
"I want the powers of Steve, and I want to be able to travel in and out of the Minecraft Universe and other Universes, I don't want to be stuck with mobs with no sentience after all." I said quietly. "I also want mods to be able to be added to the current world whenever I want."
PATCH NOTE didn't move.
"I don't want shortcuts," I added. "And I don't want protection. If I mess up, that's on me."
The space around us hummed, low and distant, like machinery waking up.
"[REQUEST… GRANTED]."
The green code surrounding it slowed, reorganizing into cleaner lines.
"[YOUR WISH WILL HAVE CONSEQUENCES]."
"[GENERATING WORLD]."
"[LOADING TERRAIN]."
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Authors Note: I'm such a lazy ahh so I'll be writing short chapters cause I dont wanna deal with boredom. My adhd makes it impossible to focus so uploads will be slow, around 1 chapter per 3-5 days from now on, it was a miracle that I even remembered I wrote this. Also some MCYT youtubers will be making a appearance, I'm assuming they're fine with being in fics as long as they're not being shipped or anything uncomfortable.