Pet

I silently followed my player as we crossed the lava lake. Patches of gross granite, diorite, andesite, and coal scattered amongst the walls. At the end of this cobblestone pathway was a tunnel, exclusively filled with stone. Torches lined the walls. We were coming close to a large hub of ore when the player stopped. He stared at the ceiling attentively, his mind aching to get what he saw. Blue jewels, embedded within the rock, shined freely as the player hacked away his iron pickaxe, and within them, a few blinky, green alien orbs that hopped around the player like rabbits. They were absorbed into his body. He now quickly sprint jumped to his room. 
We came upon a sound storage area. The room was packed with bricks and stone bricks, with a ring of stone slabs on the ceiling and a chandelier with torches on top in the center. The floor was completely filled in with wood, with pillars of logs selected on the corners. Several chests presented item frames holding one of each diamond, coal, iron ingot, gold, and lapis the player had collected. He rushed to flip open the diamond chest, and deposited his treasure. A water pillar slipped like a puzzle piece into the wall, with a clever sign on the entrance that read, “Exit.” The player ran into it and drifted to the surface. I awaited my own arrival. A few awkward seconds past, full of suspicious stares and conspicuous errors in the placement of a wood block near a block of lava, but eventually my time came. 
I instantly appeared beside him as he was working a crafting table. It was interesting, to say the least. Although I figured it would become boring later on a stationary person randomly jerking his hand at a block seemed quite interesting at the time. His house was extremely different and also excruciatingly similar to the mine. There was also a chandelier, and the walls were colorful with cobblestone and birch wood. This time a few glass pane windows breathed into the home quieter than even the bats of unknown caves. Yes, I have realized that this is a complete waste of time, at least for me, to endlessly describe the commonalities of this subject’s cubicle, but I still don’t see why not. It is the only thing that happens, after all. 
My thoughts were politely interrupted by the smell of scrumptious and overpowered steak. I wagged my tail as fast as a moving minecart. Yes, give me that food! My belly longs for meat! My player took a bite out of the meal, and then handed one to me. I wolfed it down instantly, with no hesitation. I felt my tail struggle to shoot to the stars. But instead it hit the wall. Suddenly, the player looked out one of the 2x2 windows. He came over, sat me down, and headed out the door to perform his own activities.
This is my least favorite part of life because it’s the part of life where I do nothing. I might as well not be considered “alive” in this state, aside from maybe some random head tilting and looking nonsense. But, I still exist, somehow… Being like this feels like a fish being stuck inside a box, one block long, one block wide, one block high. It’s kind of ridiculous. During this time I wander and feel achy just as much as my body as my brain tries to search for entertainment to stimulate my mediocre mood. I feel like daydreaming, feeling like sugar being formed into a sweet cake, full of silky vanilla and puffy, pillow-like bread. While the unpopular chef utters the common idiom followed by a dumb pun, his peers devour the cake. They then come rushing to his face to ask for more. I then rewind back to the eating cake part from my perspective. It seemed almost horrifying as I was plunged into the depths of an unlimited cave that had already consumed (and still contained) unrelenting darkness.
The dream abruptly stopped. I’m now sitting up. Now, I must answer the call of duty! The player smiled and equipped his best gear and presented his razor sharp diamond sword that could properly split a sprout of grass. He rushed out the door into the night. His diamond sword glowed like lightning as I continually teleported and followed. In the distance, foolish mobs plopped up their bows and occasional swords toward us. With no hesitation, we rushed into the soon to be battlefield. We were the dynamic duo in the chaos that followed. First, a slow zombie, overconfident in his ability, rushed towards the player. The player, on the other hand, leaped into the air and landed a decisive critical hit on the zombie’s HP. The player then proceeded to finish him. He killed the zombie so quick I couldn’t even land a hit myself. More spiders and skeletons began to spawn. My player was whacking his sword all over, deleting the spiders. But then, one skeleton landed his shot. A protruding arrow now presented itself on the player’s helmet. 
I was enraged. How could he do such a thing? That monster, I’ll kill him! I thought of all the things we had been through together, the cave trips, the exploration, racing his donkey, making friends with his mule as we ran on wood trips together. It was amazing. I’m not going to let this undead beast take that away! I leaped at him with all my might. The thrust of two legs, the flexibility of one’s body, and the strength of a true warrior, all coalesced to chomp to bone. The skeleton’s worst fears had been truly realized. His skinny legs sprung into action, and he cowardly attempted to escape into safety. But no skeleton can beat the paws of a wolf. My teeth served vengeance’s purpose, and settled back into my mouth.
The fight continued for some time. Reinforcements came from all sides, and even some creepers came to scare me off. But we won the fight.
I still felt ashamed from being taunted by the awful face of a creeper. It felt hypocritical for me to shame the skeleton of such a thing. However, that wasn’t my fault. I have to remember that I did not choose this world’s laws. 
In the morning, I once again waited. But I didn’t sit.
I arrived back in that stone room. My player headed in a different direction this time. The walls were blank, so he dug another tunnel through to the unknown.
To my true surprise, I was allowed to follow. Forced into a single file line akin to the 2x1 hallway that we were directly responsible for and contained in, my player continually hacked away at his pickaxe, wondering and wishing when he’d find those luxurious trinkets again. It took much longer than last time. But after half an hour of torturing pickaxes and plopping down torches, he found something. It was a giant chasm. But not just any chasm, a ravine.
It felt strange seeing darkness stretch so high and for so long, when it was thought that the surface would meet it at some point. Darkness has a limit. It never hasn’t. My eyes see light illuminating my happy companion and his desire for ore.
It’s just too bad, that a desire such as this, would lead to terror… 
Wait. No. Don’t stop dreaming, don’t stop dreaming, it’s been an amazing dream so far, I don’t, I don’t wanna go back to the present… 
I, the caboose, wandered around the player as he explored this continuous ravine. In the vicinity, no blue jewels showed themselves. I sort of felt as much dissatisfaction as the player did. Probably because then I could actually watch him do something. Calm flowed down my back as the sizzling sounds of lava touching water echoed throughout my ears.
I felt the peace of the cave. Echoes of water and lava fall in darkness. Fear, yet no fear. There was nothing except for the risk of falling creepers from far above. But I ignored it. You can’t ruin the sounds of mining, digging, and searching. We came across a darker section of the ravine, without any lava. The player placed a torch and scanned the area. In the corner was a lone zombie, and in front of him was an annoying skeleton. I rushed to attack, and killed him. There was nothing there, except for blue ore. My player mined it in disgust, before heading to the other side of the ravine to search farther. Calm was back once again. Another cave was connected to the ravine on this side, and also housed darkness. The player plunged in. I followed, and he continued exploring, finding more iron, breaking pickaxes, and abusing torches to remove that pesky gravel. We were coming up on what we thought was a dead end when all of a sudden, a wood plank peeked around the corner.
An abandoned mineshaft. I thought this would be a unique experience. But I was right, more right than usual. My player clambered through the silent, dark hallways. We were alone in the cave, aside for a few skeletons. Out of the corner of his eye, the player spotted a minecart on the track. He went to check it out, and I excitedly followed. We flew to our destination, like two lonely birds finding justice in survival. We immigrated to it. He fixed a pair of iron boots and, walla, two sparkly diamonds. Very convenient find, I’d say. But not enough. Our curiosity bloomed further. I had been amused by all those skeletons, but the joy and adrenaline had quickly worn off. I was running behind the player when he found another. He pulled out a saddle and another name tag. Cool. I guess another horse will be added to the family.
But then, out of nowhere, a cave spider appeared in front of me. Around the corner was a cave spider spawner! My player whirled around the corner, ready to fight. But I wasn’t ready. He started slashing at the cobwebs with unstoppable fury. He was hitting so many escaping cave spiders I couldn’t choose which one to hit. I decided to hit the next to come out. But the one I hit, he, he hit me back. 
I was dosed with poison. I cried and tried to get him to help. The player looked at me in terror as he realized what was happening. We had been through so much together, it, it couldn’t end like this. My player went into insane mode and placed a 3x3 wall in half a second. He got out his steak and ran to me to assist me. He fed me all the steak he could. I don’t remember how much it was, but it always refreshed my confidence and hope as much as it did my HP. There was nothing else he could do, though. There was no cure. No water to use for burning, no door to use for drowning. I could never drink milk, and that would soon be my downfall. I prayed and prayed as mental tears came to my eyes. My player became so worried he encased me in blocks trying to protect me. I could hear the clanking of bones nearby. I braced for death as arrows began to flood my hearing. My player may have been poisoned too, he might not survive. I was encased in a prison, with no means of escaping to freedom, running happily with my player, my companion, my, my,
My brother. 
I felt a deep breath and said,
Help me my brother.
Just then, it stopped. My poison went away. My player took notice of the absence of my worries and rushed over to see how I was doing. We smiled at each other. We are each other’s guardians. We never die. We live together, and we die together. We destroy others. We STOP those in our way. In our love’s way. With this burst of true, selfless meaning, and confidence, I leaped out of the hole, and refueled with that great steak to destroy all the monsters in the room.
Looking back, it was quite an amazing experience. A rollercoaster of emotion, of fear, passion, boredom, happiness, excitement, and love.
But maybe not that last one, because all of this, was a LIE.He-here’s my growth. I had been with the player for a long time, and during that time we had molded ourselves into an everlasting bond. It felt impossible for anything to come between us. Nothing did for a while, because all skeletons will TREMBLE in fear of me, Dexter the WOLF! I barked. My player glanced at me in confusion. Even if we were together, we still couldn’t understand each other. Bummer. 
I had involved myself in many other things following our constructed connection: 1. A companion. No, no, I mean another dog. Even with my player, I feel lonely amongst all the cows, sheep, villagers, and cats. But my luck was great, as my player felt the same. So, during a bright sunny day, we ventured into a spruce forest. Foxes and berry bushes dotted the landscape. Unlike the bright, fluorescent green of normal oak forests, the spruce trees whispered a feeling that was dark and concealing. We trekked across the melancholy grass for some time, before I heard a bark.
A grey wolf trotted out from behind a tree. My player got out his bones, ready to add a new member of the family. The wolf tracked the scent and appeared at his knees. The bone-wielder blessed the wolf with his treasure, and then, on his neck, a blood red collar expressing the tastes of the heart sprang into existence. I quickly ran over to sniff him, inspect him. He was perfect. He barked and sniffed me back. With that, the newly formed trio journeyed out of the forest, each with a new thing to enjoy.
***
It’s been several weeks now. My friend and I have never had such a great time together. My player made a new doghouse, he gave double the steak, and he received double the love. All was great for now. Our player now wore ocean blue all over his body, and his swords had become so powerful just looking at it was mesmerizing. We had a bigger farm, more cows, and a larger home for our player to live in. And we even captured a strange green creature, one that I immediately recognized and found familiar. With potion nonsense and a bite of a golden apple, we now had our fourth member of the family.
Despite these riches, our player was hungry for more. He trembled down the tube, hopefully not drowning, and I vanished from my place into the grey underworld. I looked around. The nether brick chandelier held lanterns from its waist, starving fear of vision. Lava poured down on the corners next to the quartz pillars. My player and my young brother ventured back into the strip mine. 
My eyes became depressed by grey stone as we entered the hallway. The smell of smoke escaped from numerous blast furnaces, dirtying my collar and sending foul conditions across the room. A lone crafting table sat at the end, dug into a corner. The brown and orange colors illuminated the room more than the torches that killed the darkness. Our player swung out a diamond pickaxe and started digging another new tunnel. Through our eternal boredom and misunderstanding, the sounds of crumbling stone echoed through our heads. It perplexed us when the blue stone sprung out of the stone like bacteria in broth after only ten minutes of digging. The enchantment on the pickaxe rang with excitement and caused diamonds to embroider the floor. They were sucked into a nearby vacuum with hands. The pickaxe deleted more and more stone, creating empty space in its wake. The diamonds were taken once again, after appearing on the ceiling this time. The player was transfixed on his properties so strongly, that his eyes never wandered an inch from the stone in front of him. Progress continued to intensify. Boredom began to intensify. Ignorance began to sky-rocket. And at the end of it all, when I thought I could take it no more, the smell of cinders and suffering drifted into the room. 
My ears twerked as I heard bubbles trapped in the heat of life’s time popped viciously. The player’s sense was extraordinary; he stumbled onto it within 5 seconds and a tunnel of magic. The diagonal boogaloo was immense yet accurate, and it led the player straight to a blinding pool of lava. It would be very dangerous to be near such a thing, so the player made me sit by the corner, in front of even more of that thick, bluffing blue rock. Cobblestone popped into his hand, and he squatted carefully, slowly bridging across the evil lake. This player made it to the other side, and looked behind where I was stan-no, no, don’t distract yourself, I was sitting. The player and his dog flew to the scent of success and dumped more stone into the pool. He vanished around the corner, and I wish now very dearly to eradicate that damned stone block so I could see more of him before he was set free.
My ears shook with fury as I heard the ore, as beautiful as it was along with the blessing of luck with the arrangement of so many variables and minerals coming together to create something crazy, amazing, unimaginable, fall to the evil of its own cloned kind, shaped in the arc and attached to a slender stick. It was brandished by the unstoppable weapon and fell to pieces that were collected in one’s barely full inventory. I stuttered. I heard more mining and dreams coming true far in the distance. It laid correctly in only one dimension, filled of red and even more greed. Over time, my suffering was relieved and I could finally float into peace. 
The landscape that my mind presented to me was amazing. It was so vibrant it filled my eyes with joy. My feet sank into green bed covers as my eyes captured the scenery of the oak trees and the snow. The ocean had its new beginning on the right. The oinks and moos of pigs and cows brought even my nose thirst for forgiveness. They asked for more meat. I worked my muscles, and rushed towards them. I dived down the hill at lightning speed and the finish line was almost at my feet. I gently closed my eyes. My teeth sank deep into red flesh and a pool of blood. The taste of pride, senses, discovery, joy, happiness, mystery, curiosity, complacency, disappointment, sadness, the disgust of existence, and at the end, merciless hate, filled my body.
I opened my eyes and found myself in hell. Lava draped from the ceiling and my favorite meal, pork chops, united into a new light. The fear, build up, encased feelings, and abuse finally enlightened my brain.
I transformed back into reality. All I did was wait. This player and his pet walked through the mineshaft together, drowning out the last knowledge of their infamous existence.
I waited. My brain continued to devolve.
I became patient. My body was united in fear… 
I stayed. My heart began to erode.
The brotherhood, ha-had disappeared.
Tyler was gone.
Steak was gone.
Pork Chops were gone.
Water left.
Food vanished.
Hunger became.
Thirst cannot.
Hate.
Love.
Vitriol.
I felt the past years of my entire map, die from anger.
And I felt the next emotion coming with such a burning passion that it still drives me to this day.
My face burned hot with emotion and temperature. I welcomed the lava’s cinders as they sucked out my skin and painted a midnight black scar below my cheek. It would never be cured by the tears of tragedy. 
Even if their flow settled my cheek.
My paw tightened.
“I… do, hate him…”
I SCOWLED SHARPER THAN THE EYES OF A DEMON IN THE FLAMES!
“I HATE YOUUUUUUUU!”
Part 3 is in the works... but it will be a bit different than this... 
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