The Rake

I don’t wish to talk about the Rake. The encounters—they were things that happened to both John (my brother) and I. The first encounter was in the ‘My World’ default-named world that we made with the seed ‘666’. There are much more dangers than the one John and I encountered, namely the ones in this wiki. But this one—it wasn’t given that much attention, and not much eyeballs may have turned toward The Rake, that is, without this creepypasta. Now I am about to tell you the story of The Rake and how I survived the Blood Hour. Do you want to know what the Blood Hour is? Read on.
==Chapter One: The Body==
I was walking down the road of a city I made in the My World world that was basically a cooler village. Soon, I reached the end of the road and at the left there was a little shop for my cleric villager, so I saw what he was selling. He was selling the usual, some emeralds for something else that I don’t remember, so I made a deal with him, specifically one that was 25 Rotten Flesh for an emerald. I went back to my base, and put the emerald in my chest. When I looked back, outside there was a sign, telling me to give the emerald back otherwise he (I don’t know who and I didn’t know who he was then) would deploy The Rake and take all my items.
I was playing on a server, because if I get the spooks, others will at least be with me to get the spooks as well, so I thought someone snuck up on my base and wrote that sign and went off. I thought if it was a griefer, it would be no appeal to him or her, for I had an obsidian base with an iron door followed by some more obsidian inside as a barrier, and I entered and exited from an underground pathway unknown to other players. As for The Rake, it may have been a practically nonexistent legend, but it had some admirers, namely maybe some creepypasta enthusiasts. I saw that it was turning dark, or maybe it was the obsidian, but I went to bed. It let me go to bed, so my thinking of the time being night was correct. But night is the prime time of spooks, right? I was half a creepypasta enthusiast myself, and was reading about The Rake earlier, so I, for some reason, thought it was legit, and assumed I was screwed. But there’s no better rest than sleeping in a bed, so I waited for it to turn day. I chatted to ask them to sleep so that we could wake up in the morning, and it all worked out. 
After I woke up, I saw yet another sign saying “You asked for it,” outside, and I thought the griefer had went too far. I broke the two signs and went through the road into the forest to get some wood. When I approached the end of the road once again, I kept walking. I checked the cleric, and he had no good deals. Even if he had, I would have saved it for later, because nothing would stop me. If there was a griefer—or the owner of The Rake living near me base, either way I had to move. I was going to transport the villagers later, and that would be without a hitch, because the place my base was in had a lot of iron, but anyway, to make a new house, of course I needed wood.
I went along the path that I had memorized, and found a nice good tree to cut down. I got 20 wood, and it was all good. But behind there I saw a dead body. Normally in Minecraft the closest things to dead bodies were just items everywhere, but this time it was a full-on dead body, laying on the ground, all with bloody scratch marks, as if with a rake. Another sign was near the body, saying “ This is MamaMia100293. If you see this, you’re next.” I then saw a brown being dash across the land.
==Chapter Two: Surge of the Rake==
I literally gaped IRL when I saw what was in front of me. After 2 minutes of gaping, my brain turned on again and I decided to leave the game. I rested for some time, read for some more time, and tried to avoid Minecraft for a while, that server specifically. Now, as a creepypasta enthusiast, I had an impulse to play Minecraft again. My eyes didn’t blink for an extra second, so they got strained a bit. I felt my eyes get catlike and I briskly turned to my room and leaped towards the chair. I fired up my PC, bla bla bla, and then I logged in again. Seeing the chat, a lot of people wanted my help for a lot of time. When I scrolled up, I read that someone was being chased by the same thing I saw. I spawned in my bed in my “city”, and that was bed news, because the only way out was the forest. And you know what was in the forest. The Rake. 
I had made a plan. I would go through the south of the forest, rather than the north, because the north was home of The Rake. I also had Plan B as looking on the eastern and western sides for possibly slivers of other biomes than forests, but Plan B was more dangerous, so I opted for Plan A. First, I went to the Chest Room in my city. I stashed all the weapons and food in my hotbar. I also took some potions of healing for good luck. I also took the emerald in case I had to give it to whoever put up the signs. But one thing was for sure: that man would show himself. 
I grinded for diamonds, and crafted all the ones I had into combat equipment. I soon had enchanted diamond armor, a diamond sword, 5 potions of healing, 6 potions of strength, 40 steak and 36 roasted beef. 
The next day I went out to the south to end it all. I sprinted as fast as I could as deep into the forest as I could go. I stopped abruptly because I could see yet another sign. It said, “You have angered me. The Rake is coming for you.” I was prepared for this, and that sign didn’t scare me. You know what? After that no creepypasta scared me (even though they didn’t scare me before the encounter). I broke the sign with my axe. I heard a big roar (RAAAAAAAAA!!!) and I recognized that roar. It was of The Rake. I knew it because I used to play, and do play, The Rake: Classic Edition in Roblox. Anyway, I went the opposite side as the one I thought the roar was coming from (the north) and kept descending in the south. 
The forest seemed endless. I had been going in there for ages. I didn’t remember the 666 seed being like this, so I checked ‘Settings’. It was a random seed, and I don’t remember which one. 
I heard the roar again. This time it was louder. Nearer. 
Then I saw it. I saw The Rake. It was sprinting towards me. I took a blow to the body in-game, and I, with my swift item-switching skills, was looking in my inventory, and my chestplate was half broken. I quickly switched, and I put a hit in in its body. I could see it recoiling, and it was acting so sad, but I didn’t feel bad for it. I felt the opposite for it. I did a counter slash on it, and I witnessed blood spurting out of it. After that, the sky turned red. This was the Blood Hour. 
==Chapter 3 (Finale): The Blood Hour==
Now, the fight with The Rake wasn’t easy. It was very hard. After the Blood Hour started, The Rake let out an ear-piercing scream, which sounded eerily human. I thought that this was my chance. When I went to put the first hit in of the Blood Hour in The Rake, but it struck me, and out went my chestplate and half of my helmet, leggings and boots. I ran, and The Rake ran. Then I thought I needed to trick The Rake somehow. I acted as if I was hurt badly, and then I did a 180 and did a counter followed by a dodge and 3 slashes. It fell back, but this time before I was there to hurt it, it went back up and hit me again. My armor was broken so I quickly put on the second set of armor. Then, I dodged again, and hit it on the back. Just then I realized there was health bar of it on the top, and 3/4 of its health were out. It got angry. It lifted its hand up before I got to it, and slashed me one last time. There was a jumpscare and I seriously regretted my decision of not giving the emerald to whoever the man was. But then, how would I give it to him? Anyway, I put on my war face and focused on my fight again. I was AFK for so long that I had 3 hearts remaining. In a cold-blooded fight like that, that’s the equivalent of having half a heart remaining. I drank a potion of healing and strength all while dodging the attacks, and I put in a few more slashes and it was dead. The Rake was dead.
==Postscript: The Aftermath==
The aftermath of the fight with The Rake was... vivid, to put it in words. I put down a sign, saying “Whoever wanted my emerald, The Rake is dead. Surrender already.”. As a word of advice, if you do find The Rake again, tell everyone (if in a multiplayer game) to leave and leave yourself, and delete the world. What I did was merely a strike of luck. If you make it to the Blood Hour mentally unharmed, you’re a legend. 
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