Err0rNotFound.java.disc11.mp4

I logged on to Minecraft after at least 5 years of not playing it. I took a deep breath as if about to dive into a deep ocean as I loaded my World, left untouched and dusty from neglect. I remembered I'd built this World before Mom and Dad divorced. When they did divorce, this World was all I had. I would stay on for hours at a time, tuning out my Dad calling and yelling over the line at Mom to come back because 'he could change' and reconsider taking custody of my little brother David. Ignoring the times he would yell at Mom whenever she came over for the holidays. And then, I just stopped. I don't remember exactly why, but I guess I got out of my shell and started talking to people at school, going on Discord and playing so-called 'cool' games like Fortnite and Roblox.
But today I felt like playing Minecraft, and David was online; he told me to play it for his sake. And he knew just how to make me say 'yes'- how could I refuse to say 'yes' to a cute elementary school cinnamon roll? As I lost myself in thought, the crackle of David's voice on the other end of our FaceTime call said, "Are you done loading the world yet?" Turning my video on, I nodded and said, "Yeah- I'm ready." Playfully looking at him, I then told him, "Sorry for the wait, squirt."
Even though 'squirt' was meant to be a rude nickname, between me and Dave, it was an affectionate term. And now that I finally could call him after missing him more than ever, now was definitely a good time to use these kind of words. As we spawned, we began mining and I felt a sense of nostalgia hit me like a tsunami at breakneck speed. I blinked back tears for a moment; I wanted to cry, but I wanted to stay strong for Dave. He was always worrying about how I was and Mom wasn't exactly the best refuge from sorrow and anxiety. Even though he was only a little kid, he was already so bent and weary from the pangs of grief that came with having to live two states away from his own older sister, with a mother who was more irresponsible with her boy than Nicholas Cage was with money.
Then, I remembered that I still had the items I'd crafted from the last time I was online. I took out my stone pickaxe instead of the flimsy one Dave got me. Placing torches every 5 or more blocks as it got darker in-game. I thanked him for giving me the wooden pick and apologized, but he smiled and said it was OK. Suddenly though, as we adventured and spelunked like little Lewis and Clarks, we heard a hissing noise and the sound of a skeleton. "Dude, are there snakes in this game?" I asked him. "Run- that's a creeper! With a skeleton. Double trouble! Ruuun!" He said playfully in a way that kindergarteners would when playing a game of tag. 
But then he stopped. "Wait. I think I heard of a glitch or something! Let me try it!" I yelled at him giggling. "Are you crazy, dude?! You'll be dead where you stand!" However, after hopping up a tree, he explained the glitch. Basically, this was an extremely difficult process to fulfill. A skeleton and a creeper would have to either spawn together or be led to each other; the skeleton and creeper would have to be surrounded by two players who would have to chase them in circles and trap them to make sure the skeleton shot the creeper with its arrow (hopefully). Then it would drop a special item, though he told me he wasn't sure exactly what it was. We tried it, nearly dying in the process- and we lost the skeleton with the creeper hot on our trail. Suddenly though, an arrow flew out from behind a tree and hit Dave. "Another skeleton?" I thought joyfully. And yes, it was- but as soon as we walked around the corner to look at it, it shyly ran out of view, as if it was another player. Dave tried chasing it, and I followed, but it disappeared suddenly. I felt slightly strange, knowing that the skelly had literally just ran into a dead end; how could it have disappeared? Dave saw the concerned look on my face and jokingly said the skelly could have Apparated, which brought a smile to my face. But the strangeness still lingered. 
Turning back, I barely saw the creeper explode as it dropped a strange thing that looked like an eye. "Really, Dave?" I said, smirking playfully. "No, no! That's the thing they were talking about!" He said innocently. I gave him a head-pat as best as I could in Minecraft by shaking the arm of my character near his head. It honestly looked more like I was trying to hit him, but Dave appeared to understand and giggled. "Then what is it?" I asked. "It's a... wait, let me... oh yeah! Disc! It's a 'disc'!" He shouted, as if he'd just dug up treasure worth billions. But then, looking closer, his smile faded. I understood why soon after, because observing the disc, it was cracked and damaged. What was a cracked disc supposed to do? A cracked disc surely wouldn't play anything. Shocked and angry, I let my disappointed brother collect the disc and then walked off to mine. "Wait." Dave said as he walked off to the place where the skelly had disappeared. I stopped and turned to him in the middle of swiping my sword at a pig that ran away as soon as I let it go. He signaled me to come towards him by moving his character, and my eyes widened in fear as I realized why. 
There, camouflaged smack dab in the middle of blocks of dirt, was a strange box. It had a line through the middle, like a coin slot. There were no coins in Minecraft, though, and I stared at it, thinking "What the hell?" while Dave, none the wiser, took out the disc. "I think maybe it's some kind of DVD player? I mean, maybe the slot where you put in the disc in a DVD player is what the slit on this box is." Deep in thought, I then said, "You do have a point; but are you sure?" Without thinking twice or bothering to listen, he dropped the disc in and then something happened.
Something I regret ever happening.
Something I wish I could've stopped my innocent, faultless brother from doing.
A sound started to play. It was a sound scarier than the roar or a million demons at once, the scream of a person being killed, the crunch of a snapping neck. There was such an unnerving feel to it, and I slowly looked up at Dave, and he looked a thousand times more horrified than I could ever be. As he heard the huff-huff-huff of panicked breathing and the cough-cough of a sickly, dying man's wheeze, he began to do something that tore my heart in half. 
Cry.
I'd never wanted to ever, ever, EVER see my brother cry. He was already so fragile, so hurt by his mother, by what happened to him through the nightmare his parents called a divorce. And I realized I was crying too. There was an intense, paralyzing fear that kept me planted to my chair, like someone trapped in the clutches of a sleep paralysis demon. The running. The abrupt cut. Once it was done, Dave wailed and cried. I screamed into the mic of my headset. "Are you OK, Dave?!" I yelled shakily. He couldn't even speak as he shook like a freezing animal. And then, as if that wasn't enough, the entire map began to glitch. Dave looked up, sensing that there was something wrong, and then I realized something; we were BOTH experiencing the same thing. As our corrupt World began to turn into a nightmarish mishmash of color and screeching noise and static, our characters began to mine straight down, and then I heard the audio of that damned, cursed, stupid shattered disc in the background getting louder and louder. I let out a pained, inhuman screech that clearly scared the living daylights out of my brother, and then he suddenly realized that the broken disc was playing. My head hurt so much, and I cried when I felt something warm come out of my nose. Licking it, I realized it was blood. My splitting migraine only worsened when my entire body felt slow and sore, and to relieve the pain, I somehow brought myself to repeatedly bash my head against my wood and glass gaming table. My body was taking on a mind of its own, and my brother watched horrified as I screeched and roared like a tortured soul from the deepest pit of hell. Then, I felt my head become light and a sensation like dynamite going off in my skull made me fall to the floor, unconscious and limp like a puppet cut from its strings.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital. My Dad was there. He was holding my hand, with tears in his eyes. He told me he found me on the floor, lying in a small pool of blood with a gash revealing a small part of my skull. The hospital apparently found out I got lucky and one more hit could've gotten my head in a fatal concussion. But then, he told me something that made me wish I'd taken that one further step and bashed my head that one more time.
Dave wasn't so lucky. He had hung himself using rope from the garage. He was found hanging near his gaming computer with a strange audio file on his computer that had just finished downloading. When Mom tried to open it while calling the hospital, it just gave her an error, however. When she tried to open it, it gave her an error that she'd never seen before in IT:
"Err0rNotFound.java.disc11.mp4."
Category:Creepypasta
Category:Glitches
Category:Supernatural
Category:Moderate Length Pastas