Sometimes, Enslavement is not the answer.

𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

𝘖𝘩 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩,
𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥
𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

No shit sherlock

𝘖𝘩 𝘩𝘪, Y/n.

Hi,......what was your name again?

𝘐'𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶

I know you're me but like, what's your name??

𝘠𝘢 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦?

I do, but you're me and 𝐢𝐟 your name is Y/n, that means I'm talking to my myself

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦

Am I? Are you?

...𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.

Well then, it's working, because you are me.

...𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬.

ʰᵉʰ...ʰᵉʰ ʰᵉʰ..

You were lightly chuckling at the conversation with yourself (me)

Now I mean, I can't just let your [Original Character] know that I'm not a voice in their head that's not them.

Wait a fucking minute.

Anyways, the damage has been done.

You finally came back to the reality you're in. Yes, mining, beautiful diamonds, stunning lapis, Useful Redstone, and much more of the ores you had with yourself.

What do I do with them?
Oh yeah. Put 'em in that chest in that ravine.
Let's go do that, shall we?

You walk through your tunnel at a steady pace.
Wow. You mined a lot. This tunnel probably goes on for hours. Or weeks. Who cares anyway? Time is overrated.

You...were walking. For a good while... Fucking hell, how much longer?
Oh. You're outside now. Well, outside the tunnel, not outside the ravine in which the tunnel is.

Whew. That was the longest walk you've probably ever had.

All right, now, where is that chest? You vaguely remember the chest's placement so you go towards what you deemed the closest to the image in your head

You were right, it was this chest. So you open the chest only to find it couldn't fit much of your stuff. Even if it is a double chest, it only has limited space like the rest. Hm. Maybe there  𝘪𝘴 a chest with infinite space.

You're off-tracking again.

...they wouldn't mind if I used some coal and wood right? And it's awfully cold here. Oh, and my pickaxe's almost dead.

You'd decided that you'll go get some wood, coal(which you already had), and maybe an Axe.

You rummage through the nearby chests. And you find the wood FARTHEST from the chest your mining progress is.

You take the wood, head towards a furnace, and put it inside it. Where'd I keep the iron? Oh, wait I have it in my inventory.

You put the Iron and coal in their respective places and sit on top of the furnace to finally feel the warmth you've been craving.

Mmmmm. Warmth.

You've been mining so much that you've forgotten your ability to not generate heat on its own. Wow.

Maybe some tea would be nice. Mmmm. Tea.

You miss sitting on your sofa, occasionally on your bed, drinking tea, or reading a book. Maybe even playing with that shape-shifting lil' shit.

But it's too late to appreciate that stuff. You've always been emotionally hidden. Thinking showing emotions will make you seem weak and easier to control.
Even though you've come a long way and learned how to accept that it is okay to show emotions and cry but... You're so used to not showing emotions that you worry a lot about how emotionally numb you've become.
You remember how you would wait till the end of the day, when the "lights off" period started, to quietly cry about the thoughts of being used like a.. lab rat.

That terrified you.

But not anymore. That place and it's inhabitants are dead.

Oh, it's funny how the places you've lived for a long time have Been destroyed. You being the main cause.

Ah. All the iron's done. The coal is still there. Nice. Time to put the stuff into the- you need to make a chest. Ah well, they wouldn't mind if I used some wood.

You grab some wood from the other chest and find a crafting table.
Ah, the memes.
You craft a few chests and then place 'em down.

You start filling the chest out.

You hear dirt breaking. And then being placed back.

Huh. Maybe someone is coming back. Maybe Wilbur? Or Tommy? Or that goat-or-ram kid? He doesn't visit often but he's still there.
Or maybe The Blade.
You've Heard of the blade and you must say, you are quite terrified and impressed. Good thing you don't have to go to battle. You're just here to work..... With no payment. Or anything.

As you're done putting all the stuff away you quickly Start making a pickaxe so you can return to the mines and not have a conversation with any of them. Might as well be a intruder you won't have to deal with.

Of course, the pickaxe isn't as good as you'd like it to be but that's because it's made from iron. You could have made it better if you had proper equipment.

You grab the pickaxe and start speed walking to the mine because oh boy, are those footsteps getting louder.

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