My Origin

== Part One: Prologue ==
Running.
Ever since I was spotted in this place, that's all I know anymore.
Running.
Those slender black men chase me down every day, shouting at me in some language I can truly never decipher. Their voices sound violent, their appearance; menacing. I knew they weren't here to make friends. These circumstances prevent me from fighting back, or even approaching them. I fear the worst.
Running.
This time, I saw something peculiar. A slender white man with green eyes comes at me, quicker than the others.
Running.
I look back for a second, to see if they were catching up.
Indeed they were.
I didn't know what to do. My path was a continuous void that didn't seem to have an end. My only choice would be to go off the path. But what would happen then?
I knew those slender men despised the fog, but I was immune to it.
Running.
My speed is immediately cut in half as I descend through a murky, purple liquid. I look back, and I don't see them anywhere.
I still hear their ear-piercing screams.
But at least they can't hurt me.
Running.
I must still run, even if I can't see them anymore.
I ascend back up onto the rugged landscape and start accelerating.
They came back.
This time, they were all white.
They charge at me.
I quickly try to dodge them and run faster...
Running.
My legs can't run any faster.
And they're just getting quicker.
I come across a towering cliff of stone.
I knew I couldn't climb this in time.
Is this my end..?
Just as I was about to think so, the platform was broken.
For the first time, instead of running... it was...
Falling...
Falling...
...
Then I wake up, as if I was in a nightmare, like it was a figment of my imagination. Wherever I was, I was awoken to gleaming grasslands, pigs, cows, animals of all shapes and sizes, towering mountains, villages, and more. The sensation of everything felt sublime. I felt freedom. I felt like I never had to run.
However, a figure blocks my sight. They looked like they were covered in glimmering metal, holding a sword that shined like the sun, with a blue hue.
They spoke in language I could understand, though it wasn't comforting to hear.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?! WHAT KIND OF MOB ARE YOU, HUH?! THOSE PESKY DEVELOPERS MUST'VE MEDELLED WITH THE CODE AGAIN!"
== Part Two: Day 1 ==
What an agonizing voice I heard. I stood up, though my legs were quivering. I didn't know why. Perhaps it's just cold today.
"Right, I forgot mobs can't talk." The figure said.
I tried to ask who were they, but my mouth melt different. Like it was blocky. I couldn't speak right. "I- Who- A-"
"Oh, this one has some dialogue. Nice." The figure said. "My name's Notch. What's your name?"
I didn't remember my name. And even if I did, it would come out as complete gibberish.
"You don't have a name, huh? Then I'm just going to call you Steve. Is that okay?"
I nod.
"Wow, you can make emotes too? How versatile is your dialogue?"
I didn't know what this "Notch" was talking about. "Emotes"? What are those? And what does he mean by versatile? I try talking harder.
"What's an emote?" I ask.
"You don't know what's an emote? Why, you just did one. The nodding thing?" Notch replies.
"Oh... also... I'm not a mob... I'm a... person..." My mouth starts getting stiffer, but I try harder to talk.
"Ah, sure, sure. Nice AI." Notch skeptically disagrees.
"UGH! I'M A PERSON!" I screamed.
"Hm. Alright. Really? Then tell me what you know about Minecraft." Notch scoffs.
I didn't know anything about "minecraft". What is that?
"W-what is Mine-craft?" I ask.
Notch burst into laughter. "Y-y-you... never mind. How'd you get here then?"
Finally, a question I could answer.
"Well... I was... running... and then I was... falling..." That was all I could muster. I couldn't remember anything else.