like real people do | dreamnotfound

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3 - welcome to a new world

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"clay, i'm leaving!" sapnap yelled out, backpack slung over his shoulder with his keychains swaying along the ravenette's breathing. when sapnap heard a 'stay safe!', he smiled, exiting the house and closing the door behind him gently. the soles of his sneakers scraping against the pavement.

when clay was finally alone, the silence embraced him, the fact that he was alone was dawning upon him - and the feeling wasn't very pretty. going on his phone and looking at memes aren't helping anymore, or, it wasn't effective in distracting him anymore. his eyes glanced over the small box laying carelessly on top of his bedside drawer. clay sat up, taking the box into his hands and opening it gently, the white pill rolling onto his palms, curious - he unscrewed the pill to see the small chip, as well as powder. 'melatonin', he thought.

putting the pill back together, he layed back on his bed, facing the ceiling like he has done many times before whenever he felt listless. clay opened his mouth, and swallowed the pill dry, he closed his eyes and thought about nothing.

clay was paralyzed, he was conscious - but paralyzed. his eyelids felt too heavy, and his breathing was deep; his body was asleep, yet his mind was not.

light engulfed clay's surroundings, and he suddenly felt himself fall on to the ground, the grass embedded themselves within his fingertips and the soil stained his pants. suddenly, clay wasn't aware of how heavy his real body felt, now, he was hyper-aware of his surroundings.

clay opened his eyes with difficulty, only - he wasn't in his room, he was outside. the game didn't work, did it?

the blond stood up, and observed his clothing - he was wearing his usual lime green hoodie, and jeans. adequate clothing for this journey, or so he thought. now, if he remembered correctly - he had to get wood, you can't blame him, he and nick only tried to play it thrice and he had forgotten some details. and so, clay walked over to the nearest oak tree and punched, surprisingly, the pain was numbed, and clay successfully chopped up a whole tree with his fists, he picked up the compacted pieces of wood and stared into the distance.

his left wrist glowed, and with a questioning glance - clay pulled his sleeve down and flicked his wrist, and a hologram screen floated before his eyes, displaying his stats and his inventory as well as a 4×4 crafting plane. he looked at his hotbar and saw the 8 pieces of oak wood he had chopped, tapping on the two dimensional screen - the wood materialized on clay's hand, emitting a blue glow.

"woah, this is legit." he mumbled, impressed by the way everything worked. lifting up his left hand, clay slid the wood onto the 4×4 crafting plane, and saw the crafting table show up on the empty box right beside the plane. he tapped on the crafting table and watched as it appeared on his right hand, albeit small. "huh, the sizing is all weird." clay muttered, but when he placed the table on the grass before him, the table expanded and bounced before consuming the space, making the blond jump back a little. "nope, definitely not a size glitch. must be for easy travel." the blond hummed thoughtfully.

after bringing the crafting table back into his inventory he started walking, after all - clay was new to this game in a way, and he wished to explore. green eyes drifted over to swimming fishes in a pond, and with a smile, he dipped his fingers into the water, the salmons coming up to meet his hands. "aw, please don't tell me i'll have to kill you when i go hungry." clay groaned, standing up, he continued walking.

the sun started to go down, and clay wasn't aware of what'll happen next, he has forgotten most things about minecraft, even the common knowledge that monsters will spawn and come after you at night.

clay continued walking, 'this is all lines of code.' he thought, fascinated by the hard work someone must've exerted in order to make something like this. yes, it was dangerous but it was all so beautiful, magical, ethereal almost. almost, because clay heard groaning behind him, shakily, the blond turned around to see a horde of zombies following him.

"hOLY SHIT-" he yelled out in surprise, and with no time to waste, he ran, but the undead easily caught up to him - was he that slow? oh gosh, clay should've paid attention in gym class. running sure as hell wasn't his strong suit and he doesn't think it will be anytime soon. clay ran and ran, but they still pursued after him, he was starting to run out of breath - he was thin, sure, but he wasn't fit. the blond ate instant noodles almost all the time for god's sake, you can't expect him to parkour out of there.

clay saw a small, body of water and he jumped, landing on his feet. "holy crap, i can do that?" he murmured breathlessly, still running and looking over his shoulder to see that the number of zombies following him has doubled, the previous horde attracting the attention of others. just when clay thought he was cool, his foot got caught on a log and he tripped, buying the undead more time to follow him.

this is it, he was going to die within this game.

just when all hope is lost, an arrow passes through the leaves, leaving behind sparks, and pierced through one of the zombies. clay looked at where the arrow came from, and saw a brunette.

the mystery man pulled a glass bottle with pink liquid inside from his brown sash containing potions of different colours and bottles of different sizes, and threw it at the horde, damaging them. 'healing, of course. it damages the zombies instead of healing them, whereas harming would've healed them.' clay thought. the man ran up close to the horde where a creeper walked over, igniting the green and white creature, it exploded - lessening the number of zombies by half, not before the man jumped and grabbed clay by the arm, watching as a blue and purple ball materialized within his hand, the man threw it far away, and clay could only watch in awe as they were teleported away.
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03/02/21