My Digital Escape One Shots

Minecraft

Ah, Minecraft. The game you find to be so inspiring, pushing young kids and adolescents to build whatever they want and allow they creativity to shine. The game you find yourself playing at least a full hour a day, the game you suck so tragically at that you should just uninstall it and play the Sims instead.

But no.

No matter how completely shit you are at that game, you keep playing it. You go on the same server every single day in hopes of finding that one player, the one who sucks nearly as bad as you but always seems to intrigue you. He makes YouTube videos, you've heard him talking to his camera as you play. You've also seen a few of his videos, and you were always in them. You had a microphone yourself, always making playful banter when you somehow managed to beat him at some strange mini game or hunger games map.

You had just logged onto your usual server. He hadn't really been online in a long while, and today was the day that you were going to give up your search. He obviously wasn't as obsessed about finding you as you were about him, and you decided that today was the day to give up. You were logging on one last time, saying goodbye to the small group of friends you had made in the last year, and were signing off one last time.

You got on the server and immediately looked around at the other players, listening intently for the one and only. You remembered his gamer tag being Jordan Sweeto, but he could've changed it. You looked around for his custom skin, finding nothing at all.

"A few mini games never hurt anyone," you said, a small sliver of hope still glistening inside you. You played a few mini games, winning two of them, and also played a hunger games map, letting everybody kill each other off and then managing to hit the last person with an arrow, causing them to fall off of a cliff and inevitably die from fall damage.

"Nice job Y/N," you heard the heavenly voice of Mr. Jordan Sweeto himself. You were so happy that you used your really name as your gamer tag; hearing it come out of his mouth was beautiful.

"Thanks," you said shyly. "It's been a while. How you been?"

"Pretty good. And sorry I haven't been online. I've been checking the server every day though. You've been online for exactly one hour every day."

"I actually decided last night that today would be my final time in this little universe."

"Are you changing servers?"

"No, Jordan, I'm going to stop playing."

"Why? My viewers and I love you!"

"That's great. I'm sorry if I make it so your views drop but I'm done waiting around." And with a few finally clicks and no response from Jordan, you logged off for the last time.

4 Months Later

You reached for one of the four packs of Monster, it being on the top shelf and you barely being above 5'0. You sighed, turning to the nearest person to you and asking them for help.

"Excuse me," you said awkwardly to the guy around your age whom was looking at the Poptarts. "Do you mind helping me? I can't reach the top shelf."

"No problem," he said, reaching up and grabbing them off the shelf for you. You froze up, his voice bringing back distant memories of laptop burns on your thigh and an hour every day being wasted on something so stupid. "Here you go." He placed the box in your cart and smiled at you.

"Thanks," you said shyly, a blush dusting your cheeks.

"Your voice sounds really familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"

"Depends who's asking."

"Jordan Sweeto."

"I have to go," you said, your worst fear coming true. You tried maneuvering your cart around him, but he stopped it.