Overclocked

The Apocalypse

It was quite late, the multiple clocks in your room showed it was starting to near midnight. Catlin liked the concept of time, and clocks. To you, life was a time limit that was constantly running out. The homework would not have taken that long if you had concentrated, but of course, most of the time was spent on the internet procrastinating. Such a small fragment of it was actually work, that it was actually quite enjoyable aside from the pressure of it being due tomorrow. Catlin liked to stay up at night anyways, mostly watching youtube. You close and lock your door and turn off the lights, leaving a dim glow from your lamp. Catlin flops down lazily onto the chair by her humming laptop. The minecraft launcher pops up on the screen. You adjust your glasses, brushing your black hair off your face and click play. Minecraft was one of Catlin's favourite things to do. You also have a liking of creepypasta and SCP. You would play horror games, but most would not open. Singleplayer was never an option, as either your internet connection disallows it to function properly, or singleplayer was glitchy, laggy, and crashed after a few minutes for everyone. The latter not being very likely. So Catlin joins her normal multiplayer survival server, only to find the landscape was dark as night, although the sun was visible in the sky as a white square with a slight yellow halo, emitting no light. It's very out of order, and you are a little scared. Catlin is also the only player online at this time. The server was quite unpopular, so this was possible, albeit rare, but it certainly made the situation eerier. Standing in the window to get a full view of the outside, Catlin looks around. There don't seem to be any hostile mobs, despite the abundance of darkness. Catlin easily bores herself and spends a day, if it could be called that, making potions. She has always enjoyed brewing, but finds it a problem to make room for all the potions she makes sometimes. The sun was setting, which was not very noticeable actually. There wasn't really much to do anyways, and you were getting very sleepy from staying up most of the night yesterday, so Catlin quits the game and sleeps.

When Catlin wakes up, she wasn't in her room anymore. Everything was wooden, and she was in a white bed with red sheets framed with fences. On the opposite wall was a desk and two tall windows and the wall at the foot of the bed was lined with shelves of chests. This would be your minecraft home. But why were you inside minecraft? Catlin panics a little at this, but she does prefer minecraft to real life. You are wearing your boots and glasses in addition to your clothes despite being in bed. You don't really need glasses, you were only slightly short-sighted. You don't suppose internetting for hours a day assisted your vision. Catlin goes over to the chests next, and examines their contents. It was interesting to be able to hold a sword in real life. The chests were generally empty or filled with random things she had made or killed. Outside the window, everything is the same as yesterday - dark, and very still. Going downstairs, Catlin decides to get a baked potato from the kitchen. You do have a fondness of potatoes, and always described yourself as a potato. She sits down on the couch and stares at the potato she holds.You expected minecraft food to taste plain but the item designs suggested otherwise. Catlin nibbles a small bit of it off. It tasted a lot better than expected, it may be even better than an average potato. The clock on the wall in front of you had always been pretty useless, often not working properly, and it needed an item frame to keep it attached to the wall. You couldn't even read it as a player. Catlin keeps the clock because, well, she could. It displayed the time as ten in the morning. You look around your minecraft home, admiring how it looked in real life. You were seated in the living room in front of a brick fireplace and behind you was the kitchen and library. There is a trapdoor in the corner which leads down to an obsidian room that you do your brewing in. You have finished your potato but stay staring at nothing like you often did.
Catlin goes to the library for the sake of having something to do. The bookshelves look quite different, and are actually *functional* now that you were here. Catlin pulls out an unnamed dark green book with velvet swirls decorating the cover. This book details a multitude of recipes, mostly potions, and information on entities. You go back to your room and read for a while. You put this book in your inventory bag. How much space the bag contained never ceases to amaze you.
Eventually, Catlin decided to explore outside a little. You pull the iron sword out of your bag and proceed. It was scarily silent and still, but at least there were still no hostile mobs. A good exploration around the place was in order anyways, perhaps you should even move houses. Catlin finds herself wandering to the next biome over, a beautiful spruce forest. A strange structure made of endstone has spawned here. You break a block to reveal the inside to be filled with lava. What even was this thing? What did it mean? Catlin backed away and heads in the direction she came from. As you walk, lightning strikes close behind you. Catlin swiftly spins around, sword at the ready. It had simply set a ring of blocks on fire. Upon closer observation, a pair of white eyes are staring at you from the darkness further into the forest. Catlin jumps and restrains a screech, holding the sword out in front of her whilst backing away. Whatever it was, made no attempt to attack you, and after you were a reasonable distance away, you turn and run. Lightning strikes again, now in front of you. It spawns in three white-eyed zombies. What was this? What the heck? Catlin screams then stabs one of them in the neck, slices another one in half who clearly had very rotten flesh around his stomach and a broken spine. You drive your sword hard into the third zombie's head, successfully 'killing' all of them. Why was that a thing? Catlin goes back home, slamming the door and making sure nothing had followed her. You suppose it would be best not to go travelling outside from now on. Catlin has nothing to do, and decides to go back to sleep. As you no longer needed to get up, you slept without interruption for who knows how long. There was no real difference between night and day now anyways. You are unable to sleep as of now, but still have a complete lack of entertainment. Catlin feels something hard in her pocket. That would be your phone. You didn't realise it was there this whole time. You also have your earphones and charger in one of your coats numerous pockets. That was great, except for the absence of an internet connection and a power outlet. Catlin does feel rather hungry, so she gets a bowl of mushroom stew and sits at her desk to eat it. You rest your chin on your arms and watch the stillness outside. Why was it dark in the first place again? Catlin puts her playlist on loop, crafts a book and quill, and easily spends a few hours drawing. You liked drawing, and you were good at it, although not professional enough to do awesome fanart. You do get bored of this after a while though, and just focus on your music. The playlist must've been playing for about the twentieth time, you have no idea how long has passed. The phone only has about 50% battery left. Catlin powers it off to save battery and goes to bed again, feeling sleepy once more. When Catlin wakes up, she has absolutely run out of ideas for what she could do. You do not feel like brewing or reading and lie on your bed staring at your wall. You've never noticed that spot being on your wall, but then you wouldn't see it as a player. It was a beautiful spot, shaped like a, well, you don't really know. Okay, this was getting too boring. You have no idea how many days have passed. Catlin decides to make a strip mine. You think that would be relatively safe. Catlin goes outside and starts digging a staircase a few blocks away from her house. You enter the hole and turn around to block up the entrance when you're greeted by a white-eyed creeper. You scream, flailing and scrambling up the tunnel, shoving your way past it. It was too late, the force of the explosion pushes you into the ground and knocks the air out of you. You don't seem to be injured. Catlin turns around, dreading what she might see. The house had a large hole in it. The creeper had indeed blown it up. You are unable to do anything but stare in shock and misery for a moment, then you rush over, gathering whatever spare materials you have to block up the hole. Once the explosion is patched up, Catlin heads up back to her room. You feel this is a safe place. You then hear lightning cracks and see the roof of your house is on fire. Catlin screeches and packs the items she most treasured, her brewing things, in her inventory bag and ran out of the house which now had zombies roaming around it. You run out into the darkness. You don't know where you'll be going.