The Player who hides: The void

Darkness…
That's what I first saw when I loaded into that world. The Darkness. 
It was standard for minecraft loading, but with ”The man with no face” along with my current goal of killing him, it took up a new meaning. That meaning was death, whether it be me, or him.
I guess it was a good thing that I had gotten far in that world, as I had some pretty good gear.
The world loads.
I found myself in my base. Parts of the walls are made of a dark, mushy block. The only way i could describe it is “Corruption.”
This seems off to me, though everything I have dealt with up until this point has made something like this not as shocking as it normally would be. I decided to throw an item at it, and strangely, it appears to quickly cover the item in the strange substance. Not in a pixel by pixel way, more naturally.
After exiting my base, I took a look upon the environment. The once green hills had splotches of black and purple, the forest looked damp and uninviting. Using my knowledge of the corruption, I prepared my journey onward.
I know where to go.
The place where I first found him, the village. The place that was once filled with villagers, along with a golem here and there was barren. Houses laid in ruin, some missing pieces of wall, others seem just like rubble. I kept on moving carefully, keeping in mind the corruption around me. After going through town, I had come across what I was looking for.
The alter I made.
The alter I had made in the very beginning, just messing around with the idea. The place where I occasionally tossed items into a pit, as some form of offering. Strangely, the area around it was pure. The corruption appeared to stop around it, leaving an area of peace. He must like this, and with that knowledge, I did what I had to do.
I destroyed it.
I felt his presence wash over me. I look around, and I then see him. 
The corruption had infected him too. His right arm was covered mostly in the substance, along with a part of his face, or lack thereof.
I drew my sword, and charged towards him, I got a hit on him just in time before he teleported away. A shriek emanates from my speakers. It sounded human, but… wrong. Hearing this scream gave me a feeling of pure euphoria. His suffering for everything he had done was worth it.
I took some damage from behind me seemingly, I turned around, and nobody was there. I remembered the corruption could spread and hastily checked my armor. The back of my chest plate was a dark black. I kept it on. I needed it.
He kept on going throughout the area, when he showed up, I either launched an arrow at him, or ran at him with my sword. Usually, it missed, but when it hit, that shriek sounded off again, each time louder and louder. 
My character started getting covered more and more in that corruption, when it began to reach the face, my screen began to get covered more and more until I could barely see what was happening in the game. Once it was fully covered, I was gone. 
I couldn’t see, I could no longer feel my chair, I felt like I was being constricted. I couldn’t breath.
It felt like my bones were being crushed, In my panic, I forgot it was a game. I must have been seconds away from death when I remembered that this was a game. I must have been still in my chair. Focusing my remaining concentration, I managed to remember my room and its appearance.
I was back in my room. I could breathe again. I no longer felt the pain I felt while in the void. My character's corruption on its face appeared gone, and the man was standing still directly in front of me.
So I hit him.
Again and again, I kept on hearing that shriek, each time louder and louder. Each time, I became more and more Euphoric. When the shrieking was almost deafening, he finally died.
I had won, or at least I thought so. I heard my door open. Quickly turning around, I saw what must have been him. After all, they had no face. Their outfit was different, and they looked more human than normal, but I knew who it was.
It was a good thing I got a hunting knife for my birthday.
I quickly grabbed it and rushed him. He backed up momentarily, but I reached him before he could run. I stabbed him in the neck and he fell down. I heard a noise to my left and looked.
It was him, again. He was larger than the other version of him, and also wore different clothes. He rushed me and tackled me. He was going for my knife.
I managed to briefly get my hand out of his grip and stabbed his side. He went back in pain. I got back up and kept on stabbing. Stab after stab, each time he was weaker and weaker. All until he stopped moving. I stood up victorious.
I froze. Those clothes they were wearing looked familiar. I looked down in horror and saw my fathers face. I dropped the knife and backed up. I looked at the other and saw my mothers face. They even had the same hair. That's why she didn’t attack me, and that's why they weren’t that challenging. 
I then looked into the mirror on the wall, and discovered my lack of a face.
That's when I heard the sirens. The police must have been called. I looked out the window and saw them approaching my house. They had no face either. I quickly ran and locked the door. I heard them struggling with it while I was darting to the back door. It was a good call.
So I ran, and ran, and kept on running. While running, i had happened upon a forest. I quickly turned and ran into it.
I don’t know how long I was running before I collapsed out of exhaustion. When I awoke, It was the day. I got up and looked around. This forest looked different than the one I had entered, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I was still dressed in my red shirt and jacket, and I still had on my jeans, but I must be somewhere else. 
That's when I saw an Animal. It was missing a face as well. Of course it was. I turned around sluggishly, thats when a saw him.
He was looking away from me. He looked like a regular person. He turned around and I managed to hide in time. But in that time, I saw…
His face. He was the only thing here that had a face. I wanted to say hello, I wanted to ask for help, but I couldn’t. It was suspicious. Why was he the only one with a face? 
He wasn't wearing blue pants and a blue shirt, so it wasn't the "Other him." Still, who could it have been?
That's when it hit me.
Isn’t this place a lot more blocky than normal?
Category:Creepypasta