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You're in this story. Screw it your the fucking highest god in this story. HOWEVER! You are not the MC, though, you do have the MC synd...
First I opened my eyes Then I felt such a strange breeze I had traveled to a world made of blocks Totally unbeknownst to meWhen you play Mine, Mine, Minecraft Mine, Mine, Minecraft Mine, Mine, Minecraft Oh oh oh oh, Oh oh oh ohThere were animals all across the land Villigers working hard hand in hand There were roses, mountains, and a big blue sea Even Trees as far as the eye can seeHow'd this happen? Why am I here? Whats my purpose in this place? Who's that coming? What am I hearing? As the night approaches, I should go and hide There's all sorts of creatures, run with all my mightWhen you play Mine, Mine, Minecraft Mine, Mine, Minecraft Mine, Mine, Minecraft Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, ohWhen you play Mine, Mine, Minecraft Mine, Mine, Minecraft Mine, Mine, Minecraft Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, ohEnderman and Zombies, Creepers who go hide Either live or die, It's up for me to decideWhen you play Mine, Mine, Minecraft Mine, Mine, Minecraft Mine, Mine, Minecraft Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh (Guitar Solo) When you play Mine, Mine, Minecraft Mine, Mine, Minecraft Mine, Mine, MInecraft Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh (Piano)
???: There, there... hugs always make everything better...
Caleb: Th-Thanks... *snif*
Wait a second...
Turn to see who's hugging me, and see... a girl in a creeper hoodie?!
Caleb: AAH!
I fall over to my side, and the girl looks at me confused.
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To make sure of something I ask a reasonable question.
Caleb: Wh-Who are you?
???: M-Me? O-Oh, I'm.... Cupa. Cupa the Creeper!
Caleb: Huh?
Cupa: Y-Yeah... I usually stick with a group of mobs, but if I were to try and return they wouldn't let me back in.... A-And if anyone saw me with a human... I'd be dead...
Caleb: Sounds like a tough spot... Say, what year is it?
Cupa: The year is 720, or as some people say, 1.14.1
Caleb: 'And mob talker works' Okay, well, I'd better get to work on a house.
I go to a tree and punch it until the log breaks. I stare at the other floating half.
