The Legends Collide: The Rake Chapter 2

This is actually the sequel to a creepypasta called The Rake made by me. Read it here.
== The Legends Collide: Part One ==
 Chapter One: Demons
I woke up in the morning in-game, rejoicing over the death of The Rake.
I was completely sure that my world was safe. Or was it?
Ever since the death of The Rake, strange things were happening to me.
For example, once I was chopping wood, in the very place The Rake used to live, the north of the “Surrounding Wood”, which was my dub for that wood that was around my city. I glanced at the sky, and staring at it for a few minutes, realized it was practically zero hour in the case of the day/night cycle. The sun wasn’t moving. You might think I was staring at it for s few seconds, but no, because I wasn’t. I took a deep breath and kept myself calm. I had to conquer my inner demons. When The Rake decides to come inside your world, it messes you up. You can’t stop thinking about it for a few weeks. Anyway, I was going back to my house when Null (yes, Null) showed up. This sounds laughable, right? Well no. It was him. A black body, with red eyes. He was talking to me via chat. 
“You made a mistake. You killed The Rake.”
And I said:
”Are you some new player?” 
”939$8-):#2’#’83891848 ≠23#=ErrorCode_1.61” was what he responded.
I figured it was some troll.
”How do you know about The Rake?”
”I know ËVÊRŸTHÎÑG.”
“Were you the person who put up all the signs?”
”Who else could it be?”
I was terrified. This was no talk of inner demons now. This was pure chaos. Ever since The Rake, I was no longer the person I used to be. I am no longer the person I used to be. I just wanted to forget about this, ignore it, and I, frankly, didn’t want for it to be real. I wanted to wake up from the supposed dream I was in. “It’s just a game,” I thought, but it was much more than that. The signs, the person, possibly Null, it all was too unreal in the sense of strange and unbelievable for it all just to be unconnected. Something must have been between them for them all to gather in my world, and of all worlds, only mine.
 Chapter Two:The Conference
I ran. Null probably thought I was a coward, but I didn’t care then. I had an idea. You see, if you encounter things like this, there has had to be a part in your sojourn that what was written in those creepypasta classics just click. You know, in the creepypasta about Null, Herobrine is one of the good guys. Null, on the other hand, well... he’s the opposite. 
This may seem silly, but the next day I dug out a 4x4 horizontal hole in a cave situated just a few blocks’ distance from the entrance of the forest, and wrote with a sign saying “Conference Hall” in the entrance to the room. It was lighted with lanterns, and the wood and floor were made of planks and carpets, and makeshift tables and chairs of wooden slabs, fences etc. I made an iron door as the entrance, and used the underground pathway method so that Null couldn’t get in.
Fast forward a couple of in-game days, and Herobrine responds. He set up a sign that read “I’m coming 5 minutes from when you read this sign. -Herobrine”. I didn’t understand how something like that was even possible, but 
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