End of Minecraft

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔𝟑: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥

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𝐀𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, Y/N's mind was flooded with vivid flashbacks, memories that didn't belong to her. Visions from another's perspective consumed her thoughts, revealing the untold story hidden within her.

Before being transported to the Minecraft world, I was an ordinary person just like the others. My name was Brian, and I worked as an archaeologist. It had been a few years since I started my journey, but my passion for uncovering ancient treasures never wavered. Curiosity always got the best of me, driving me to explore the unknown, regardless of the dangers that awaited. It was both my strength and my weakness, an insatiable desire to unravel the secrets of the past. Little did I know that my insatiable curiosity would lead me to a world beyond my wildest imagination.

Amanda was a fellow archaeologist, much more experienced than me, having spent a decade in this field. We often found ourselves partnered up, her expertise and knowledge were invaluable, guiding me through the intricacies of ancient civilizations and their artifacts. Together, we delved into the depths of history, unearthing forgotten relics and deciphering the stories they held.

Amanda and I were assigned a task: to find a buried book in a long-forgotten temple. The building had succumbed to aging, with tattered walls and debris-filled corridors. We persisted however, propelled by the excitement of discovery. We located the sought-after book, shrouded in layers of dust and smoke, deep within the shrine. It was written in an unidentified language and has exquisite illustrations all over its pages. The fact that the book had endured time's test piqued my interest.

But the book was not ours to claim. It was deemed important by the government, and we were entrusted with its safe retrieval. The weight of its significance was palpable, and curiosity gnawed at me relentlessly. What secrets did those ancient pages hold? But my insatiable curiosity consumed me, and I couldn't resist the allure of the ancient book.

Against Amanda's better judgment, I made the reckless decision to steal the book for myself. She felt compelled to report me to the authorities, a choice that weighed heavily on her heart. She knew the risks involved and the potential harm that awaited me if left unchecked.

In a tragic twist, my attempt to kill Amanda failed, ending in a bloody confrontation. Armed with a homemade mace infused with potent ingredients, she fought back, leaving me incapacitated. The police, forced to intervene, were left with no choice but to use lethal force on me.

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As Y/N experienced the intense flashback, time seemed to stretch, even though it was just a fleeting moment in reality. Concerned voices filled the air as the group questioned Y/N's well-being. With a slight nod, Y/N reassured them that they were fine, despite the overwhelming rush of memories.

In a sudden and unexpected turn of events, Y/N's wings began to glow, one feather at a time, until they gradually detached from their body. The once majestic wings now lay on the ground, the feathers settled in a peculiar formation, the apparitions of their fallen friends materialized, nodding in silent acknowledgement.

Yearning to embrace their spectral companions, the group reached out, only to find that the ethereal forms were intangible fragments of the past.

Philza's voice resonated with bittersweet farewell, promising a future reunion. "We'll see you soon," he said, his voice carrying a mix of sorrow and hope. Slowly, the apparitions faded away, giving way to a radiant portal.

One by one, the remaining members exchanged solemn glances, understanding the next step in their journey. "I'll go first," Dream declared, stepping forward and vanishing into the shimmering portal. George followed closely, his voice filled with both longing and acceptance as he bid his final goodbye. "Take care, everyone," he whispered.

Techno nodded in Y/N's direction, a silent gesture of friendship, before disappearing into the portal's embrace. Quackity, Bad, Schlatt, and Wilbur followed suit along with Tommy and Ranboo.

Y/N stood at the precipice of the portal, ready to join their friends in the unknown. But before they could step forward, a voice echoed through the darkness, uttering an apology. Startled, Y/N turned around, only to face Brian, his once white eyes now transformed into piercing blue orbs. And with those haunting words, Y/N's world plunged into darkness once more.

"I'm sorry, to you, and your mother," His voice whispered, seeping of remorse.

Coming of an end.