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Pouring

Continuation of a cl16-based fanfic.

It discarded The remains of its previous meal, the god-only-knows-how-many'ith pig for the day.

It growled, virtual flesh wouldn't sustain it. Not forever.

It needed to get it's prey cornered, as soon as it could. It'd admit, it was a little more sloppy this time, but that only came with desperation.

It looked over its shoulder again. The craving of flesh must've worn away what little sanity it had left… it felt a presence in this particular save.

But it wasn't dumb, either. in fact, when it came to reading humans, It was scarily intelligent.

It noticed the rain that seemed to follow its previous target… it remembered what he said before it'd left his world.

So then, what was this lurch in their gut? Why did it feel the need to constantly look behind it? Why did the very clouds in the sky hum and crackle, almost as though an omen?

Why was it afraid? It had always been the most dangerous thing in the server, no matter what other company seemed to follow.

With this, came anger. Anger that it had allowed itself to be affected by these feelings.

Its hair stood on end. It had retreated to a cave mere minutes ago.

The way the clouds seemed to stare at it specifically, accusingly…

Maybe it had finally lost its mind.

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Rain and thunder followed him as always; a sign of his arrival.

But this time, as did periodic flares in his left hand.

It wasn't too periodic, maybe a bi-hourly basis. It didn't last too long, either. A minute at most.

Regardless, they still had a whole world to traverse and only one entity to find...

But they knew where to start.

All they needed to do was find the player.

Moreover, he remembered some of it's hunting tactics. He knew what to keep an eye out for.

Now, when it came to the Element of surprise, it'd be much easier if this damn rain would finally go to rest! It was like a big announcement of their presence.

If it escaped and caught on, it could simply go into hiding or leave the save altogether at the first sign of rain on a new world.

So the best option was to stalk from afar, catch it off guard, and handle business right then and there.

He had to take away its options and back it into a corner.

But all that couldn't come before he found the player. they needed a way to figure out where the player was.

They dashed through the plains biome they were in, the rain bouncing of their coat. They needed to figure something out.

They put a hand out to shield their eyes from the rain, they could hardly see what was in front of them.

They trudged forwards aimlessly, looking for anything that might clue them in as to where this saves’ owner was. Any landmarks, man-made holes or structures, anything at this point would help!

After what felt like hours of searching, he heard something.

“Hey!” The voice was faint through the rain, so much so that it's unrecognizable.

Their head snapped towards the sound, trying even harder to squint through the storm.

...Nothing.

Facing forwards, once again, he kept his pace-

“Collin!”

And there it was again, disturbing The Aformentioned's thoughts.

This time, the voice sounded slightly closer, it was more recognizable this time. It sounded…

younger.

They couldn't ignore it this time. They turned towards the voice, snarling and ready to use his own two hands to attack if need be.

There were enough entities that anything out-of-the-ordinary was considered fair game at this point.

They crept closer towards the sound, in a patch of trees that seemed to lead into a jungle biome.

The thickness of the trees obscured his vision further, doing their nerves no favors.

“Hello? Hello! Are you listening?!”

The incessant nagging was beginning to wear on his already short temper, and almost as if knowing, it increased its fervor.

"..HEY. HEY! OVER HERE, DUMMY! FOLLOW ME!"

They growled

"HEY. HEEEEEY! HE-"

Deciding he was in no mood to continue letting this brat harass his ears, He let out an angered grunt as he leapt through the brush to chase after whatever this thing was!

"Hey!"

He dashed through another patch of leaves, bounding off some especially sloped terrain.

"YOU THERE!"

This time, he narrowly dodged a tree-branch.

"YES! KEEP FOLLOWING ME!”

The rain and sweat had begun to sting at his eyes, not that he he was already having a hard time of having a hard time seeing in front of him already.

"GOOD JOB!"

Sticking his arms out and crossing them over his face, he blitzed through another patch of leaves.

"OVER HERE!"

More tree branches, more leaves, more rain in his eyes. He was seriously getting tired of this.

"A LITTLE MORE TO THE RIGHT!"

For whatever reason, he followed.

"THIS WAY!"

How many entities were out?! He'd always chalked up to his frequent sightings to just his typical bad luck, but this was getting ridiculous!

They grunted with each nearly-leaping step he took, fully leaning forwards into their stride.

A red crept in his vision as his arm took another jolt of white-hot agony.

“AAAAGHH! GOD DAMNIT!” They shouted through gritted teeth at a sensation that nearly halted the chase entirely.

Thankfully the trees took away some of the rain, but this meant they now had to trade dodging raindrops for branches.

They continued the chase until they found another thick patch of leaves.

He leaped through but was surprised when he was met with a clearing.

Anger dissipating, he looked around, spotting a village in the distance.

He stood up and brushed himself off, all the dirt and leaves and water that collected on him from his previous endeavor stuck to him like wet sand.

He looked on. It wasn't an impressive thing, about as basic a village as it gets.

It wasn't much, but it was the most he's had since showing up here. Maybe, by some off-chance there'd be something here that'd help him.

Reaching the village, he'd wondered why there was no iron golem here but decided to rummage through rather than waste time worrying about little things.

In one house, a chest with saplings and useless food.

He ignored the free he'd for now, it was only a place for a villager to hide or sleep, with just enough space to do just that.

Now when he opened the door initially, the villager ran out of the house and into another, closing the door behind it.

Collin stared after it, confused.

“Huh…weird.”

The next house, absent of any villagers, had a whole lot more nothing in it. Other than some bookshelves, there was nothing of note.

Going to yet another small house to the left of the one he was just in, they were met with...

He sighed.

...Another house with nothing of use.

Frustrated with their lack of results, He debated on whether he should call this little search off and keep their nose to the wind.

One more.

This one was a bit taller, looking more like a lodge than an actual residence. Maybe there'd be something here.

Collin soon found themselves thankful that they stayed, because on the second story in a small room, was a cartography Table…

A cartography table that he could make locator maps on…

Bingo.

He wracked his brain (?) Trying to remember the recipe for one. He knew he needed paper, obviously. Can't make a map without paper.

Then he remembered the next piece he needed for it, a compass. Now that might take a bit more time to get his hands on. Time that he may or may not have.

Man… this sucked.

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With the Past few days of digging, Kevin honestly hadn't found much to clue him in on what was in Mike's world.

He did find the odd drop, some mob drops with other drops missing. Other then that, nothing of note except for this rain. Which still would not go away even with the power of cheats and /clearsky.

he groaned, this investigation was going nowhere.

What was more interesting was the fact that, for seemingly everyone else playing, the rain had stopped.

So why did it persist in this world?

If the storm and whatever has Mike rattled weren't connected, he'd most likely do some of his own digging on these weird storms.

Now the odd drops checked put, hard to explain away too other than some mobs killing eachother, which was less than unlikely.

The frequency of which even moreso.

So that was out of the question. Another possibility is a generation error, but the drops themselves need to have a source entity attached to it, so that just wasn't plausible either.

He decided for now, he'd just play on the save until something interesting came up… which seemed to be few and far between.

He stumbled across some more leather, and an eerie feeling creeps up over him. Was he imagining things, or did some of the grey on that stone just move?

He decided to take notes on his recent findings, one thing of note was that any food-related drops were completely absent. Even rotten flesh.

With those few findings, he opened up shadow play and went back over the past 10 minutes of footage, found the moment he was looking for, slowed and zoomed in the video.

Something was in the world with him.

The spot he swore he saw move was more visible now. A bit darker than the texture of the stone, but still tough to see with all the different kinds of lighting effects, but in slow-mo, it was clear as day.

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A dark cave, a presence behind him, and an overwhelming sense of dread.

These were all ways his dreams ended, every single time, for weeks since it first started happening.

Being chased, running, getting cornered and right as whatever was chasing him was about to show itself, he'd be up in a cold sweat.

with an even colder sensation of being watched.

He wasn't sure what to make of it at first, he honestly thought he was reaching when he connected it to the odd encounters on his world. It was just a videogame, so it couldn't hurt him in real life…

But every time he woke up he was just never able to shake the feeling of dread in his stomach. After days of these nightmares and anomalous occurrences, he came to a conclusion.

Something was after him.

It was half the reason he contacted Kevin in the first place. If anyone knew what to do, it'd be him.

But the nightmares haven't stopped, and his thoughts would always wander back to the save without fail. He couldn't get it out of his head, and it was beginning to wear down on him

In the meantime, he shut himself in. The paranoia was too intense, anywhere out in the open felt like a death sentence. Better not to risk it.

When he was explaining what happened, there was an underlying nervousness that Kevin would simply dismiss him. He'd tried several things, and this was his last hail-mary.

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it’d been a normal day for Jeremy so far. He went to his classes, went out with some classmates afterward, and was on his way back to the dorm.

He sent his dorm-mate a text a while ago, the two shared an interest in minecraft and had been playing while getting to know each other when they first met.

Now, they spent countless hours in the game together. His roommate had been very shut-in with everyone else at college. They were a very “mind their own business” type of person.

But they'd soon become friends, and Jeremy would find out his roommate Collin was a very relaxing and easygoing individual. He was always down for a chill time.

No response from Collin and Jeremy sighed, he still had another few minutes of this bus ride to go, so he opened up a budding channel he started watching awhile ago: Morbuis

Sadly, still no new uploads since his last ARG video. So he settled for watching older uploads until he got back to his dorm building.

He headed towards the elevator and pressed the button, checking his phone while he waited. The obscenely long wait from the school's decades-old elevator.

For Morbuis’ channel, there may not have been any new uploads, but there was a community post.

It showed morbuis In a hospital bed, all kinds of IVs and oxygen hooked into him while holding up a peace sign.

The caption read as follows.

“Hey all, I'm unfortunately in the hospital after contracting a respiratory infection that the doctors think is bronchitis. Doc’s said ill prolly be here awhile since the symptoms haven't started going down, so sorry about the inactivity.

Thanks to my mom for taking the Pic for me.”

Damn, I hope they're okay

“Lotta People gettin’ that shit, dude.” He nearly jumped at a voice from over his shoulder.

“Jesus, man! Don't go looking over people's shoulders!” Jeremy scolded his buddy from his med Class.

“my bad, I watch morbuis too, and my cousin got something similar. Young healthy dude on his high school football team, and now he has to he on oxygen 24/7 or he'll die…. Scary shit.”

Jeremy simply stared in shock.

“Wow… it's that bad? Are any older folks getting it?” He questioned

“I can't tell you that for sure, but what I can tell you is that about 90 percent of cases I hear about usually involve people younger than 30… I had to do a paper on it for my med classes.”

He explained as they stepped into the elevator.

Jeremy was a tad interested now. As a med student and aspiring cardiologist himself, if he could do enough digging, he was sure he'd find something big.

“Any chance you have any extras? I kinda wanna look into it now.”

“I can send you a copy. It's all online, so I can just send it to your school email.”

He said his farewells and the two got off at their floor. Although they had to go opposite ways to their respective rooms.

Whatever this virus was, it mainly hit younger people. And it was very debilitating, making otherwise healthy people bedridden and dependant.

He checked his phone again, but there was still no answer from Collin. Maybe he's taking a nap. He does that a lot.

For some reason, the thought of Collin and his radio silence brought his mind back to the conversation he just had.

That was what it looked like with treatment, what did it look like untreated?

He turned down the hall, greeting a few passersby as he did, and approached the door to his room, keycard ready.

He held it up to the reader and waited for the beep, turning the doorknob and pushing the door open as he did.

The first thing he did was go to collin's room and knock on the door.

He waited a few more seconds in silence before knocking again. Noting the sound of music from Collin's monitor.

“Yo, Collin! You up? Get on the game, let's play!” Usually, he'd be met with faint groaning and the shifting of blankets, but this time, he heard nothing.

“Bro? You in there? I think I hear your monitor… are you good?” He finished with more knocks.

Now, he had to get unethical.

“I'm coming in, doors’ unlocked!” He advised before opening the door.

Collins’ bed was to the immediate right of the door going in, the seat facing the monitor had its back facing the door. But he could still make out a form slumped over.

“Collin, wake up dude… holy shit, how long did you stay up this time? I swear every other day I need to tell you to get some sleep…”

He went up behind and put a hand on his shoulder, shaking him.

No response. He shook him again.

“Y'know, this is really bad for you, Collin. You know how many studies there are on the effects a lack of sleep has on the brain? How do you eve- Collin?”

Now he was scared. How Collin hadn't woken up with Jeremy's ranting in his ear was a mystery.

At least until Jeremy turned the chair around.

Jeremy froze as his eyes widened, his ears began to buzz, and he felt light-headed as he was met with Collins’ glassy, lifeless gaze.

His mouth hung open, eyes staring ahead at the screen before, and I to Jeremy's soul, now.

“Oh god… oh god, Collin!” He all but screamed as he fumbled for his phone.

He opened the home screen, but his haste grew as he remembered he needed a pass code to unlock his phone. This was not the time for any inconveniences, and in his shaken Haste, had to try punching the code in a few times.

His brain struggled to make sense of anything during the haze of panic. It was so intense that he nearly dropped his phone.

With shaky hands, opened up his keypad and dialed 911.

“911 what's your emergency?”

“Please, you need to send someone quick! I found my roommate and he's not moving… I think he's not breathing, too an-and I don't know what to do!’ He stammered into the phone.

“H-he hasn't been answering my calls and I thought he might’ve just been…”

“Okay, slow down and tell me what happened.” The operator tried to soothe.

He stopped to take a deep breath.

“I thought he might’ve just been asleep or something, then when I came back to the dorm I… I j-just found him in his chair and he-he wasn't moving…”

he was spiraling down fast. He felt his eyes get watery.

“And where did this happen?”

“I want you to locate his wrist and turn his arm palm-up. Do you feel any sort of bounding?”

“At the college, dorm building 2 on the 9th floor room 436…. please hurry…. Fuck!” he sputtered beligerently

He did as instructed and felt for a pulse, his stomach dropping and hands going numb when he couldn't feel one.

“N-nothing! No!” He cried in desperation.

“Alright, i need you to stay as calm as possible for me. Can you put your hand in front of his mouth and watch for any rise and fall of the chest?”

He did so, pressing a hand against collin's cold lips. He bit back a scream of utter anguish.

“Still nothing…” he said, quieter this time. Any hope had seemingly began to leak out through his voice.

“I need you to listen to me carefully…”

The operator instructed him to bring Collin to the floor, laying him flat on his back and commencing CPR. the whole situation rattled him, and when he pressed down and felt Collins’ ribs give, he bit back a sob.

“F-fuckin' A, man! ” he whimpered as he felt more of them give way.

“Sir, we're dispatching an ambulance to your location, is there anyone that would be able to direct them to the patient?”

He wracked his brain once again, trying desperately to string something, anything meaningful together until his mind came upon his friend.

He kept the dispatch on the phone as he sent out a text, he continued trying to resuscitate Collin.

Please open the message bro, Please please please!

He internally begged.

A second later, the first bit of good news finally came; his message had been opened.

“I’ll bring them over” was the response.

He felt a small bit of relief, but it faded in an instant as the weight of the situation hit him tenfold. He resumed his efforts.

After what felt like hours, Jeremy jumped at the sound of a door being opened Roughly, two EMTs and a paramedic rushed into the bedroom and cleared the area before getting a bag mask on him for oxygen.

One of the EMTs came up to him and instructed him out of the room so they could fit a stretcher in.

They hauled Collin up and out of the room, taking extra care when going down the stairs and tightening the restraints further when they gave slightly.

Everything went down so quickly. What felt like an eternity was maybe 5 or 10 minutes at most. It sent shocks to his brain, and the more he tried to process it, the duller he became.

When it was all over, Jeremy sat down with his back against the side of his bed, buried his head in his arms, and cried.

Too much had happened for any other reaction to be appropriate. He wasn't exactly known for making friends, but he gets very attached to the ones he has, almost to a fault.

While he focused on the sensation of tugging in his heart, thorns in his throat and hot tears streaming down his face, he hadn't noticed the door open softly.

He flinched slightly when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

“Jeremy, it's alright, bud…. It's me.”

Jeremy popped his head up, ditching his dignity to see his only other friend.

He sat down next to Jeremy and rubbed circles on his back, Jeremy tried to hold it back in front of him, but it was already a losing battle.

He buried his face once again, but the gesture helped calm his nerves. It actually did incredible wonders. He couldn't remember when someone was this concerned for him, maybe his sister, but that's about it.

“That was a fucked up situation man, you're not looking too good.” He started.

“I think you should see someone about it, maybe a counselor or even just a normal therapist… Hell, you could even talk to me if you wanna, man.” He advised in as soothing a tone as he could.

Jeremy finally spoke through the pain in his throat.

“I know, but it's just that… I just want him to be… i don't want to… oh god, man!” He cried out as he tried to piece his emotions back Together, seemingly from scratch.

“I know man, I know… fuck, I'm so sorry you had to see that.” Jeremy felt arms around his shoulder as another sob wracked his body.

“”I just hope he's okay… I really.... really hope he's okay.” He squeaked out.

“I'm not gonna tell ya he will be… but I hope he's alright, too… What was his name? I think I heard you say his name started with a C, right? What do you guys like to do together?”

“Collin… And well… we play… god damn.” Jeremy takes a few deep breaths.

“It started pretty simple, y'know? Just like, we were gonna be roommates, so we may as well get to know each other kinda-kinda deal… y'know?”

He nodded simply and allowed him to continue.

“Then we got to talking a little bit, always thought he was a little closed in, but it was whatever, right? But we'd play Games together all the time, and… and that's where we learned the most about each other.”

He remembered some of the things they built and the deep talks they'd have, Collin never talked about his personal life, but it was apparent that something weighed on him heavily. And that only touched the tip of the iceberg.

Jeremy never pressed on about it. If it was too painful, then that was that. He was okay with it. All he ever wanted for his friend was the best.

“Like what?” He asked

“I dunno right now, man just, like, deep talks… what's really going on in our heads, how we're really doing… shit you just don't tell other people!” Jeremy cried out, burying his head back into his arms.

He sat there for a moment or two longer before Jeremy felt arms tighten as he tried to stand with jeremy in tow.

Jeremy could stand, but walking was another story, his hands and feet still felt numb and his knees still felt weak, so he was helped over to his bed, where he sat on the side of it.

“You should get some rest… it's been a rough day for you, you should get some rest so you can check in on Collin whenever you can.” Jeremy nodded, feeling fatigue take a stranglehold on him almost as if on cue.

He lied down, and his friend said his goodbyes, giving his best wishes and hoping Collin came out okay, Jeremy could only groan a small, meak “thank you.”

The adrenaline dump had been in its end throes, but now there was nothing left. He felt his muscles give up in the exhausting lethargy that followed.

God, his body felt so sore.

As soon as the light turned off and the door closed, the isolation had almost reignited his panic. But nothing was stopping exhaustion from pulling him under.

He mustered the last bit of his energy and rolled over to pull his covers over himself.

He felt himself drift off, his last thoughts being prayers to whatever deity would listen not to let one of his only friends slip away like this.

He doubted he'd be going to his classes tomorrow, but that was something he'd decide when the morning came.

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“Pain in my ass…” Collin grumbled to himself.

As much scrounging as he did, he could find what he needed without actually having to venture into the caves…

So they'd have to do this the old-fashioned way.

Admittedly, it was still a bit of an adjustment; like playing in VR, except you could see, hear, feel, smell, and touch everything around you… it was an odd sensation of seeing such familiar textures so close Infront of him, without the disconnect of a monitor.

At least if he was in the caves, he'd be able to get away from this damn rain!

He turned towards a tree and looked at his hand with a frown.

“Awwh… this is gonna suck, isn't it?” He groaned to himself.

Well… He had to get wood somehow.

He rubbed at his eyes in anticipation, rubbed his hands together, and wound his hand back.

He closed his eyes and braced himself for a blast of pain up his arm, maybe even broken bones… except it didn't happen.

Sure, the hit was stopped in its tracks, but it was like he hit a net that just… stopped his hand and did nothing else.

When he looked at the wood, he saw the cracked texture. That was much easier than he thought.

It was gonna be a long way up from here….

He threw a few more hits at it, not winding up as much and just focusing on hitting it fast and consistently. When it broke, he turned it into planks and made a table, breaking some more logs before setting the table down and making some tools.

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So I know it seems like I shoehorn'd those characters in, but I promise I have plans and intend to expand on them more.

#collinlock16 #cl16

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sunnydoodlesv2 · 3 months ago

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AwesomeG getting tired of being a ghost that still feels pain + a Zander doodle

#*steals this idea*/j #cl16

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sunnydoodlesv2 · 3 months ago

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Tunnel vision

Based off the collinlock16 arg, just something I've been bouncing off of some moots.

Also huge thanks to the amazing @moronic-aleph for helping me write this!

“IT'S FUCKING YOU!”

Collin frantically began to type into the chat, hell, he even thought about chasing it down for a change.

But just as quickly as its messages popped up in chat, out of the blue, it was gone. Leaving Collin with nothing but the conversation they had before.

“I am not constrained to this world.”

It was a phrase collin heard before, a phrase that kept them up for years. A phrase they hated.

It all led back to their dear brother, their missing brother their…

...their dead brother.

Oh, they saw it. they saw everything. How couldn't they? It was all right there on his ghostown of a channel.

Collin sucked in a breath through their teeth, had they forgotten to breathe? They felt their face getting flushed, the ears and head hot as their blood boiled.

darkness crept around the edges of his vision as his mind started to cave in on itself.

His heart beat quickened and quickened AND QUICKENED until he felt like he was about to die of a heart attack right then and there.

His desperate attempts to steady his breathing were all for naught, as tunnel vision slowly ate him alive.

He had to battle the urge to give in entirely and send his fist straight through his screen.

God, by this logic, he should have already been in the middle of punching the damn laptop until it shattered into a thousand pieces.

...

..but he didn't. he couldn't.

so instead, he just sat there.

dumbfounded.

wondering where his god was.

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it…

it killed him.

stalked him like an animal, Ate Him Alive LUNGS-FIRST.... IT TORTURED HIM

AND IT-

His thought process was stopped short as his breath hitched

it…

….just tried to kill me.

...

..No. no. Clearly i'm just hallucinating things. clearly my brother just went missing!

There's no possible way that this thing could have killed him...

It's stuck in a 16 year old videogame for fuck's sake!

None of the entities i was messing with beforehand were able to hurt ME in real life

so NOTHING in there should be able to even threaten me

His mind raced, trying everything he could to make sense of the situation through the emotion.

His mind was a tornado of anger, pain, regret, everything he'd spent years trying to suppress. Tears stung at his eyes as he remembered the times thry had, and the times they could no longer have, ever again. But that wasn't even the part that stung the most.

It couldn't even bother to leave us a body to bury…

And just like that, right as his anger was about to be replaced with despair, like a spark in a room full of gas, it erupted in a roar of absolute anguish.

In the cacophony, his mind concocted all sorts of wicked and terrible thoughts. Darker parts of the mind only ever tapped into in times of great distress.

It wouldn't get away with this, no this couldn't stand.

Outside, the usually present trickle of rain had picked up into nearly a flash-flood, then a terrible thunderstorm.

Collin began to rant to himself, making all sorts of promises and threats. All of which he intended to make good on… but why…

“...Why am I tired?” Collin began to slur their words out as though drunken. Their Mind was as wide awake and alert as could be, but inexplicably he felt weak. Lethargic.

Their head spun, the world spun, everything spun. He felt sick, but his stomach settled eerily still. Their legs and arms felt like rubber, their shoulders sagged and he sank into his chair.

He tried to suck in a breath, but he couldn't pull in as much air, each breath got more and more shallow as his hands shook.

“Whats… what's going…” they wheezed out, staring at their shaky hands as they felt their blood run cold.

Cold… like a corpse.

And his fingers were just as blue as they felt.

Ah, so it hadn't left after all. Was that it, then? Was This what it did if you don't turn around? It couldn't end like this, not like this and for damn sure not until he got his hands on that thing!

He felt it all bubble over again as his vision blurred, he let out a painful groan. Not because he was in physical pain, but because he'd never get the closure he'd been seeking all those years ago.

He felt himself sink lower and lower, the last thing he felt was the undying fires of rage… And soon it encompassed him entirely.

He sank into darkness where it burned even hotter, but instead of shying away, Collin threw themselves into the fire. Because within the crackling, roaring inferno came sweet promises of retribution. Of justice. Of sweet, painful Vengenace.

And Collin wasn't about to let this opportunity slip through his grasp. Not when this was Gavin it was about.

Light began to fill his vision, now. He was in a world not like his own, yet one that was familiar nonetheless.

He looked down at himself, then around.

The thunder and lightning continued outside, for a moment, Collin was frightened… but then something in his arm burned, and he nearly screamed in both agony and anger

His vision a hue of red, he snarled uncharacteristically for himself and looked down at the source.

He saw small streaks going up his left hand, red and hot, just like the fire he'd thrown himself into.

It flared up again, and so did Collins’ anger. Now, it was all he could think about. About how unfair it all was, first his brother, and now he’s stuck here…

He was dead.

But it wasn't the end, not just yet. There was a score to settle and with how much time had passed, how it'd been bubbling below the surface of his nonchalant-ness, there was extra interest to collect.

More pain in his hands, more rage in his mind and now the thunderstorm Had gotten so intense that forests were coming down in his world.

Now, all he could think about was inflicting pain. With the concept came clarity and even ecstacy.

More pain, more rage.

Everything flashed white.

Now pain was all he could think about, how much pain he was in, and how much they were going to inflict on it.

More pain.

More rage

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Kevin had received a skype call from a user he'd never met before, someone named swe4tysp4getti.

Assuming it's another client, he picks up.

“Hey, is this bigkevin?” The slightly younger sounding voice asked.

“In the flesh!” he replied

“awesome! So I need your help, something weird happened?”

“Do tell, and it better not just be some “oHh HeRoBrInE sToLe My DiAmOnDs” bullshit.” Kevin groaned, remembering how many false-alarms he had to sift through on a daily basis.

Sp4getti cleared their throat after kevins’ tangent.

“I was playing minecraft like normal, I was in a snow biome when it started raining. Hard. Like really really hard.” Now this caught Kevin's attention, because something similar happened.

But like always, he had to be skeptical first.

“Did you check and see if you had any modpacks installed, like natural Disasters or something?” He asked.

“Yeah, I tabbed out to check and when I came back the game just… closed itself I guess, I do remember my screen started shaking and it flahed white a bit before I dug through my files.” The client explained.

“Hmm.” Was all Kevin replied.

He checked DBARs’ logs, since the storm started he ended up going to grab food and came back to just a normal trickle again.

Sure enough, there was an overload of an unknown type of data packet. Usually these packets were just random useless code, meant only to overload a server.

But when he opened this report, a chill went down his spine.

He didn't know how, or why, or even how he could tell, but these packets of code had intention…

Very, very ill intentions.

The arrangement Was made to inflict as much damage to a server as efficiently as possible, it wasn't even that many packets. And yet they seemed to scream and lash out.

He hadn't even registered that sp4getti had started talking until he said something that caught his ear again.

“-and my buddy told me he had it happen to, and that his screen turned bright white before his game closed itself.”

“What? Your buddy, too?” He went over to his inbox, usually muted unless he made it clear on his socials that he had client slots available.

So many messages, hundreds, maybe even thousands. He didn't need to read every single one, just a few were all it took to tell him this wasn't just a local issue on sp4getti's computer or save.

This issue might be statewide, maybe even worldwide.

He opened his minecraft tab and joined hypixel, seeing an apology from the staff for the loss of progress that mat have occurred from the crash.

“Kevin? You've been, like, really quiet, and if someone like you goes quiet it makes me really nervous.”

Oh, right. He had a client.

“Hang on, man. I'm just checking a few things cuz this might not just be you… I'm seeing mod apologies on hypixel, blossomcraft, and even extremecraft.”

“Really? Wow… maybe it's something with the devs?” Kevin snorted at the suggestion.

“nah, it'd at least be in the patch notes if they were gonna disable multi-player for maintenance. But that wasn't even what happened.”

He went through a slew of emails in his email folder, all asking about a similar experience.

“According to, apparently, everyone; shit just crashed out of nowhere after a huge storm.”

He tabbed back into his world, and the trickle persisted. He opened the console and tried to clear the rain, but even after enabling cheats and /clearsky’ing the server unsuccessfully, he opened cheatengine.

That didn't work either.

“Hang on, man. I gotta go check this out for myself.” He left the skype Call, prepared to investigate any leads he could find.

—-------------------------------------------------

It stared in darkness, dumbfounded and enraged.

But worst of all; hungry.

It had its prey fooled, it was so easy, too. But right as it began to convince them to come out, it found itself in darkness. No prey in sight.

What.

WHAT?!

It shouted and snarled. It needed to feed again, the hunger had become unbearable.

As soon as it could, it wormed it's way into someone else's world. Beginning to salivate now as the thought of feeding sent stabs of hunger in its endless stomach.

If this kept up, it'd stop caring about planning. it would only last so long.

—-------------------------------------------------

Their world was scorched beyond recognition. When they gave in, a release of energy through the storm had left the world barren and lifeless.

That was okay. This world was useless to him now.

He retreated within the very code of the game, the streams of numbers, equations, systems, and processes. The blood and bones and brains of the game.

As he traversed, he felt a tug. Like something was leading him somewhere.

Soon, he found a set of numbers. A server ip, and prepared to inject himself into the flow of data.

As a new light, and an unfamiliar world came into view, he smiled.

He was in the right place.

—-------------------------------------------------

After a full day of searching, Kevin finally found a lead.

An email showed up in his inbox that he nearly deleted on account of the sender ID looking like it was made an hour ago. Seemed like spam.

But when he opened it and found a client complaining about a rainstorm in their world that won't stop, he felt his curiosity Pique.

Call me on skype

He sent the email, and not 10 seconds later it rang.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Kevin asked.

“Yeah… can I invite my friend in here? I should've clarified that the rain storm is the latest to happen in a recent string of weird stuff happening to him.” Kevin hummed in response. This was starting to sound like some kind of troll.

He relented, giving the okay.

“Alright, get him in here.” He sure hoped he didn't regret this.

A notification was followed by a different voice.

“Yo. Am I good?” The new voice, tagged MajorMike, asked through a bit of lag.

“Yeah, you're kinda laggy but we can understand you.” Kevin answered.

“Alright… hang on just for a sec.” Majormike went quiet for a bit.

“is it better?” Mike's voice came through clearly, now.

Probably just moved his modem closer or something.

“We could Hear you before, bro. But yeah, no lag anymore.”

“Alright, cool. So I'm pretty sure my homie told you already, but this storm that's going on, and I still have the world opened, ain't the only thing that caught my attention.” Mike explained

“Go on…” Kevin urged.

“So I almost overlooked this but I've been seeing random mob drops on my world. Leather, wool, feathers, random tools and armor. Stuff I never killed.”

Kevin listened intently.

“cool, you two get that sorted out. I have to go do the dishes.” Huh? Oh, right. The other dude.

“Alright, bro I'll see you later.”

“Cool.”

User disconnected from your channel

Mike spoke again, this time a bit more hushed.

“Look, I didn't wanna tell you this in front of him cuz when I tried to tell him he laughed at me. But I swear to you, I swear I saw a name tag.” Now Kevin was hooked.

“I didn't even open the world to multi-player until I got him in to check it out with me… I even tried deleting it but I logged on the next day and it was back.”

Ahh, now that was something!

“and sometimes I'll go to sleep, and I swear I keep having these vivid dreams about running through a dark cave from something…

That was…. Also something.

“Does anything interesting happen?”

“No I usually just ends after I either find a way out or get cornered by… whatever it is chasing me.”

Hmm… this sounds familiar…

“‘Kay, send me the save.” Kevin ordered, and soon enough he got the ping and added it to his save files.

He had some digging to do.

#I have!#unfortunately ao3 wont send me an invitation -_-

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Tunnel vision

Based off the collinlock16 arg, just something I've been bouncing off of some moots.

Also huge thanks to the amazing @moronic-aleph for helping me write this!

“IT'S FUCKING YOU!”

Collin frantically began to type into the chat, hell, he even thought about chasing it down for a change.

But just as quickly as its messages popped up in chat, out of the blue, it was gone. Leaving Collin with nothing but the conversation they had before.

“I am not constrained to this world.”

It was a phrase collin heard before, a phrase that kept them up for years. A phrase they hated.

It all led back to their dear brother, their missing brother their…

...their dead brother.

Oh, they saw it. they saw everything. How couldn't they? It was all right there on his ghostown of a channel.

Collin sucked in a breath through their teeth, had they forgotten to breathe? They felt their face getting flushed, the ears and head hot as their blood boiled.

darkness crept around the edges of his vision as his mind started to cave in on itself.

His heart beat quickened and quickened AND QUICKENED until he felt like he was about to die of a heart attack right then and there.

His desperate attempts to steady his breathing were all for naught, as tunnel vision slowly ate him alive.

He had to battle the urge to give in entirely and send his fist straight through his screen.

God, by this logic, he should have already been in the middle of punching the damn laptop until it shattered into a thousand pieces.

...

..but he didn't. he couldn't.

so instead, he just sat there.

dumbfounded.

wondering where his god was.

----------

it…

it killed him.

stalked him like an animal, Ate Him Alive LUNGS-FIRST.... IT TORTURED HIM

AND IT-

His thought process was stopped short as his breath hitched

it…

….just tried to kill me.

...

..No. no. Clearly i'm just hallucinating things. clearly my brother just went missing!

There's no possible way that this thing could have killed him...

It's stuck in a 16 year old videogame for fuck's sake!

None of the entities i was messing with beforehand were able to hurt ME in real life

so NOTHING in there should be able to even threaten me

His mind raced, trying everything he could to make sense of the situation through the emotion.

It couldn't even bother to leave us a body to bury…

And just like that, right as his anger was about to be replaced with despair, like a spark in a room full of gas, it erupted in a roar of absolute anguish.

In the cacophony, his mind concocted all sorts of wicked and terrible thoughts. Darker parts of the mind only ever tapped into in times of great distress.

It wouldn't get away with this, no this couldn't stand.

Outside, the usually present trickle of rain had picked up into nearly a flash-flood, then a terrible thunderstorm.

Collin began to rant to himself, making all sorts of promises and threats. All of which he intended to make good on… but why…

“...Why am I tired?” Collin began to slur their words out as though drunken. Their Mind was as wide awake and alert as could be, but inexplicably he felt weak. Lethargic.

Their head spun, the world spun, everything spun. He felt sick, but his stomach settled eerily still. Their legs and arms felt like rubber, their shoulders sagged and he sank into his chair.

He tried to suck in a breath, but he couldn't pull in as much air, each breath got more and more shallow as his hands shook.

“Whats… what's going…” they wheezed out, staring at their shaky hands as they felt their blood run cold.

Cold… like a corpse.

And his fingers were just as blue as they felt.

Ah, so it hadn't left after all. Was that it, then? Was This what it did if you don't turn around? It couldn't end like this, not like this and for damn sure not until he got his hands on that thing!

He felt it all bubble over again as his vision blurred, he let out a painful groan. Not because he was in physical pain, but because he'd never get the closure he'd been seeking all those years ago.

He felt himself sink lower and lower, the last thing he felt was the undying fires of rage… And soon it encompassed him entirely.

And Collin wasn't about to let this opportunity slip through his grasp. Not when this was Gavin it was about.

Light began to fill his vision, now. He was in a world not like his own, yet one that was familiar nonetheless.

He looked down at himself, then around.

The thunder and lightning continued outside, for a moment, Collin was frightened… but then something in his arm burned, and he nearly screamed in both agony and anger

His vision a hue of red, he snarled uncharacteristically for himself and looked down at the source.

He saw small streaks going up his left hand, red and hot, just like the fire he'd thrown himself into.

It flared up again, and so did Collins’ anger. Now, it was all he could think about. About how unfair it all was, first his brother, and now he’s stuck here…

He was dead.

More pain in his hands, more rage in his mind and now the thunderstorm Had gotten so intense that forests were coming down in his world.

Now, all he could think about was inflicting pain. With the concept came clarity and even ecstacy.

More pain, more rage.

Everything flashed white.

Now pain was all he could think about, how much pain he was in, and how much they were going to inflict on it.

More pain.

More rage

—-------------------------------------------------

Kevin had received a skype call from a user he'd never met before, someone named swe4tysp4getti.

Assuming it's another client, he picks up.

“Hey, is this bigkevin?” The slightly younger sounding voice asked.

“In the flesh!” he replied

“awesome! So I need your help, something weird happened?”

“Do tell, and it better not just be some “oHh HeRoBrInE sToLe My DiAmOnDs” bullshit.” Kevin groaned, remembering how many false-alarms he had to sift through on a daily basis.

Sp4getti cleared their throat after kevins’ tangent.

“I was playing minecraft like normal, I was in a snow biome when it started raining. Hard. Like really really hard.” Now this caught Kevin's attention, because something similar happened.

But like always, he had to be skeptical first.

“Did you check and see if you had any modpacks installed, like natural Disasters or something?” He asked.

“Hmm.” Was all Kevin replied.

He checked DBARs’ logs, since the storm started he ended up going to grab food and came back to just a normal trickle again.

Sure enough, there was an overload of an unknown type of data packet. Usually these packets were just random useless code, meant only to overload a server.

But when he opened this report, a chill went down his spine.

He didn't know how, or why, or even how he could tell, but these packets of code had intention…

Very, very ill intentions.

The arrangement Was made to inflict as much damage to a server as efficiently as possible, it wasn't even that many packets. And yet they seemed to scream and lash out.

He hadn't even registered that sp4getti had started talking until he said something that caught his ear again.

“-and my buddy told me he had it happen to, and that his screen turned bright white before his game closed itself.”

“What? Your buddy, too?” He went over to his inbox, usually muted unless he made it clear on his socials that he had client slots available.

So many messages, hundreds, maybe even thousands. He didn't need to read every single one, just a few were all it took to tell him this wasn't just a local issue on sp4getti's computer or save.

This issue might be statewide, maybe even worldwide.

He opened his minecraft tab and joined hypixel, seeing an apology from the staff for the loss of progress that mat have occurred from the crash.

“Kevin? You've been, like, really quiet, and if someone like you goes quiet it makes me really nervous.”

Oh, right. He had a client.

“Hang on, man. I'm just checking a few things cuz this might not just be you… I'm seeing mod apologies on hypixel, blossomcraft, and even extremecraft.”

“Really? Wow… maybe it's something with the devs?” Kevin snorted at the suggestion.

“nah, it'd at least be in the patch notes if they were gonna disable multi-player for maintenance. But that wasn't even what happened.”

He went through a slew of emails in his email folder, all asking about a similar experience.

“According to, apparently, everyone; shit just crashed out of nowhere after a huge storm.”

That didn't work either.

“Hang on, man. I gotta go check this out for myself.” He left the skype Call, prepared to investigate any leads he could find.

—-------------------------------------------------

It stared in darkness, dumbfounded and enraged.

But worst of all; hungry.

It had its prey fooled, it was so easy, too. But right as it began to convince them to come out, it found itself in darkness. No prey in sight.

What.

WHAT?!

It shouted and snarled. It needed to feed again, the hunger had become unbearable.

As soon as it could, it wormed it's way into someone else's world. Beginning to salivate now as the thought of feeding sent stabs of hunger in its endless stomach.

If this kept up, it'd stop caring about planning. it would only last so long.

—-------------------------------------------------

Their world was scorched beyond recognition. When they gave in, a release of energy through the storm had left the world barren and lifeless.

That was okay. This world was useless to him now.

He retreated within the very code of the game, the streams of numbers, equations, systems, and processes. The blood and bones and brains of the game.

As he traversed, he felt a tug. Like something was leading him somewhere.

Soon, he found a set of numbers. A server ip, and prepared to inject himself into the flow of data.

As a new light, and an unfamiliar world came into view, he smiled.

He was in the right place.

—-------------------------------------------------

After a full day of searching, Kevin finally found a lead.

An email showed up in his inbox that he nearly deleted on account of the sender ID looking like it was made an hour ago. Seemed like spam.

But when he opened it and found a client complaining about a rainstorm in their world that won't stop, he felt his curiosity Pique.

Call me on skype

He sent the email, and not 10 seconds later it rang.

“Hello? Can you hear me?” Kevin asked.

He relented, giving the okay.

“Alright, get him in here.” He sure hoped he didn't regret this.

A notification was followed by a different voice.

“Yo. Am I good?” The new voice, tagged MajorMike, asked through a bit of lag.

“Yeah, you're kinda laggy but we can understand you.” Kevin answered.

“Alright… hang on just for a sec.” Majormike went quiet for a bit.

“is it better?” Mike's voice came through clearly, now.

Probably just moved his modem closer or something.

“We could Hear you before, bro. But yeah, no lag anymore.”

“Alright, cool. So I'm pretty sure my homie told you already, but this storm that's going on, and I still have the world opened, ain't the only thing that caught my attention.” Mike explained

“Go on…” Kevin urged.

“So I almost overlooked this but I've been seeing random mob drops on my world. Leather, wool, feathers, random tools and armor. Stuff I never killed.”

Kevin listened intently.

“cool, you two get that sorted out. I have to go do the dishes.” Huh? Oh, right. The other dude.

“Alright, bro I'll see you later.”

“Cool.”

User disconnected from your channel

Mike spoke again, this time a bit more hushed.

“Look, I didn't wanna tell you this in front of him cuz when I tried to tell him he laughed at me. But I swear to you, I swear I saw a name tag.” Now Kevin was hooked.

“I didn't even open the world to multi-player until I got him in to check it out with me… I even tried deleting it but I logged on the next day and it was back.”

Ahh, now that was something!

“and sometimes I'll go to sleep, and I swear I keep having these vivid dreams about running through a dark cave from something…

That was…. Also something.

“Does anything interesting happen?”

“No I usually just ends after I either find a way out or get cornered by… whatever it is chasing me.”

Hmm… this sounds familiar…

“‘Kay, send me the save.” Kevin ordered, and soon enough he got the ping and added it to his save files.

He had some digging to do.

#collinlock16 #minecraft arg but the protagonist is tired

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