One-Shots

Minecraft: Blocks

A/N: Hi!
Title: Blocks
Prompt: The Minecraft theory that says its about a child playing with blocks.
Word Count: 961 including the A/N
Rating: K+
Warnings: References to anorexia and a generally disfunctional family.
A little boy sat on the floor of his living room, playing with some blocks. To his back, a warm fire crackled, heating up the small home. People bustled about, making small talk and going about their various tasks. The boy was playing a game, as children do. His brow was furrowed in concentration as he stacked the blocks to make structures. In one hand he held a small character, in the other, a row of cubes. He heard the door opening, and looked up.
"Hey, I'm home!"
"Dad! The child shrieked with joy and jumped into his father's arms, looking up at him expectantly. "Will you play with me?"
His father laughed gently, kissing the boy's head and setting him down.
"Well hello to you too, Champ! I'd love to play with you, but I can only drop in for a moment. I'm going to go say hi to your mother, alright?" The boy frowned slightly, but he nodded.
"Okay, Papa. But I miss you." He sighed. His dad was already gone. Going back to the blocks, he went through a bin of plastic figures. Papa had been disappearing a lot lately. It made him sad. He pulled out the tallest figure he could find- after all, his father was tall- and placed it on the blocks. He had his own figure run up to the other one, and then sadly dragged his father's away.
He was startled by something brushing up against his hand, and looked up again. He was cheered up almost instantly as his eyes met those of his dog. The creature was a husky mix, and looked incredibly like his wolfish ancestors. Grinning, the little boy pulled a wolf out of his box of toys, along with a piece of red string. He tied it around the model's neck, and then showed it to his dog.
"Look Bruce, it's you!" He smiled bigger when Bruce barked approvingly. He placed the figure next to his own, and continued to act out their next adventure.
He played lazily for a few minutes, before once again, he was jerked out of his fantasy by a low growl. He saw the dog's eyes fixed on his game, and followed Bruce's gaze. The boy's breath caught as he realized that a large spider had crawled into the middle of it. It was at least half the size of his little character. He buried his face in Bruce's fur and whimpered. The spider scuttled away, and the child took a deep breath. Nothing to be scared of. He continued to play, but quickly grew bored. The usually busy house was quiet, and he didn't like it.
Right on cue, his sister burst through the kitchen door.
"Mom, no! I won't do it." She sighed, then looked down at her sibling. "What are you looking at, you little twerp?" He heard a reprimand come from the kitchen, but the girl ignored it, continuing to glare at the younger.
"Nothing." He hesitated. "You look kind of skinny, Ani." She sighed.
"No I don't. I'm fat and disgusting." She walked off, not even throwing him a second glance. The boy bit his lip, concerned. His sister was acting weird. He pulled out another figure. It was a skeleton. She looked like that. As retaliation for her comments toward him, he flicked a tiny toy sword in her figure's direction, grinning with satisfaction as it hit its target, which toppled over with a dull thwack.
"Annika, please!" His mother exited the kitchen. She looked exhausted. She smiled at him, but it didn't totally reach her eyes. "Hello, sweetie. Are you having fun?" He nodded. He reached for another figure, watching his mother follow his sister out. She looked as lifeless as a zombie, so that's what he picked. He played some more, enjoying himself.
"Were you bothering your mother?" His uncle walked through the door, scowling.
"N-no Uncle!" He replied, flinching. He didn't like Uncle much, he was scary and had a bad temper.
"Mmmmm." The man stomped out of the room, and his nephew shuddered. After considering for a moment, he picked the strangest creature from the box for his uncle. He placed it in his game, and made it hiss loudly and explode when his own character came too close.
"Sssss....boom!" He said, sailing the figure through the air. Bruce sighed and settled into the carpet. Once again, all was quiet. The boy played silently for a few hours, having wild, dangerous adventures, all in his own house. After a while, he set down his characters and laid on the carpet, staring up at the cracked celling.
"Hello, Dear." He looked up happily, seeing his grandmother enter the room.
"Hi Grandma! Do you want to play with me?" She smiled gently.
"Sure." She knelt down so that they were at the same level. "What are you playing?"
"Right now I'm battling a big scary creeper for some redstone! Wanna see?" He tugged on her hand, bringing her face to face with his game. She admired it for a moment. Blocks were set up meticulously, so that they almost formed terrain. The little toy figures were positioned with the same care, forming a scene. It was charming, and in a way, it was beautiful.
"This is amazing!" He smiled. He loved his grandma, and her approval made him very happy.
"When I grow up, I'm going to build a whole world like this!" The older woman smiled, her eyes crinkling at the edges.
"I'm sure you will, my little Markus, I'm sure you will."
And so he did.