A Classic Haunting

==Author's Note==
I haven't done a pasta since the rules changed, apparently WIPs should be put in a blog post, I dunno if this should be, since I'm uploading it already finished, but anyway, here goes, and let's hope I don't get in trouble!
== 29th January, 2021, during lockdown ==
‘David?’
‘Yes, Mom?’
‘I have uninstalled Minecraft from your computer. You have been in trouble with the school six times this week for playing Minecraft when you should have been in your lessons online.’
‘B-b-but-’
At least, he thought, he had his backups safe.
‘Oh, and if I catch you playing Classic Minecraft online…’
Now that gave him an idea.
That night he snuck downstairs an hour or two after his parents had gone to bed, whipped out his computer, and entered it into the browser: classic.minecraft.net.
== 30th January, about one o’clock in the morning ==
‘Raising,’ it told him. ‘Eroding. Soiling. Carving. Planting. Growing.’
He made a new world, turned down the sound, and, for atmosphere, decreased the render distance to Small. He headed to the highest point on the map and began to build a house.
He usually played Creative, so did not care much that he couldn’t do Survival, although admittedly he was a bit upset about being unable to fly. The small range of available blocks forced his creativity to broaden, and he was okay with that.
Soon it was done: a two-storey house atop a peak, with a stone roof and an overshadowing watchtower.why? joined the gameHuh? he thought. Whatever, never mind.
He had built his abode, but no abode would possibly be complete without a mine; and on that mine he promptly began to work.
It slowly took shape. It was formed rather like the abandoned mineshafts of the Adventure Update, although of course he had to use logs rather than fences as in Classic fences did not exist. He broke through caves, ores, and the occasional lava lake, which were carefully fenced off with cobblestone.
As he went through for the last time, adding small details, he faintly heard footsteps in-game, behind him. Sharply he twisted round, and he saw it: a player, half-obscured by fog. In a split second the fleeting apparition was gone, down a distant shaft.
He pursued it, running down the stony corridor, around a bend, and smack into a collapsed mass of gravel.
In a flash, it was gone and in its place - He looked up to see a quickly descending blue wall.
The sea, he thought, panicking. It would obliterate all his work.
In modern Minecraft, water is tame. Seven full blocks it flows away from its source, and then it stops. In Classic Minecraft it does no such thing. Every source instantly turns any air adjacent to or underneath it into more sources, and so almost instantly it would, given the chance, flood any available space.
Indeed, it had flooded several corridors before he had the presence of mind to remember the existence of sponges in Classic, and after that the water problem was soon fixed.
But the problem still remained: why was there another player? How had they escaped and decoyed him with such lightning speed? Was it even a player? Or was it, say, Herobrine?
== 30th January, quarter to two ==
Through the dark stuffy navel of the earth he retreated, back to the spiral staircase he had built for the mine’s entryway, back to his carefully-built house. He ascended the stairs and at last stepped out onto the grass.
The grass…
Where was his house? The one he had worked on so diligently?
Nowhere, was the answer. It was gone.
In a feverish panic, he looked all around. Then he saw through the fog the vague shape of letters, traced out with blocks. Getting closer, he could discern the words it spelled out. It read:YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE DONE THISDesperately rationalizing, he told himself, of course this wasn’t Herobrine, there are well-known signs of his presence and these weren’t it, Herobrine first appeared in Alpha v1.0.16_02 and this was Classic 0.0.23a_01. But he couldn’t stop the fear. It probably did not help that, in the real world, he was surrounded by the impenetrable darkness of the night.
He saw no point in rebuilding it, so instead he began to erect an underwater observatory. He dug out a crater underwater so that it could fit, and by the singular abilities of sponges it was soon complete.why?: you should not be doing this.The what?! Who was why? Why were they on his world?yeet: who r u, y r u here?why?: come outside and see.So he did. Outside was another sign built from blocks:YOU ARE IN BIG TROUBLENow he really began to freak out. By this point he was sure it wasn’t Herobrine, but maybe it would have been better if it was; he would at least have known what to expect. But now, he was completely unprepared for whatever this entity might do.
Admittedly, he should at least have been half prepared for the fact that his undersea dome was now obliterated and deluged in water once again.
== 30th January, half past two ==
Despairingly, he decided that since everything he did was immediately deconstructed, he might as well deconstruct the landscape and see what happened. After all, the entity couldn’t destroy his work when his work was destruction itself, right?
At least, that’s what he thought.
Soon there was a very large gaping hole in the ground, with glittering ores shining out from its depths, and the occasional cave and dungeon.
Wait - no. Dungeons don’t exist in this version, he realized. They were added in Infdev. This must be someone’s house.
He entered without thinking.
The inside was decked with gravel, lava, dirt, and magenta and rose cloth, in a way that closely resembled the Nether. As he came in he was startled by a gravel fall, blocking his exit. And in front of him was another player, of course with the default Steve skin, standing and looking at him. Its nametag read ‘why?’.why?: you are in big trouble, David.The f-
It knew his name.why?: you never should have done this.why?: i’m coming for you.why?: you will be punished.He found this strange. How would they know where he was? He asked to that effect in the chat.yeet: yh, well where do i live then?why?: funny you should ask.why?: i’m in your bedroom.why?: i’m coming for you David.He was alarmed to hear footsteps in the hallway. Just outside the room he was in. In the real world.
The door opened, and terror gripped his heart. Screaming, he twisted round to behold his assailant.
It was his mom.
He was grounded for three weeks.
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