The rain has stopped. The air seemed fresh, clean—Minecraft fresh.
You log in. The world’s waiting for you, like a blank canvas. Everything is just… there. Just right. No signs, no weird flickers. It feels almost like yesterday didn’t even happen.
You take a deep breath and get to work.
You’ve have some iron now, so you make an iron pickaxe. You make a chestplate. You stand there in your little shack, with your trusty tools, feeling like a real Minecraft survivor. There's a strange comfort in the simplicity of it all.
You go back to mining. The caves are deep now. The deeper you go, the less you think about anything else. You don't even notice the time passing. Hours stretch on. You gather resources, take your time.
The caves echo with silence, your footsteps the only thing you hear.
You find more iron. Coal. Some gold.
You don’t hear the usual cave sounds. No bats. No distant zombie groans.
It’s oddly peaceful.
You log off. Your room feels normal. Quiet. No hums. No glitches. Just the rhythmic buzz of the computer, lulling you into an easy comfort.
YOU ARE READING
The Broken Script: A Null x Reader fanfic
HorrorA/N: This is basically just a random fanfic I wanted to write cause I wanted to test out this style of writing. I made it an x OC because it is much easier for me to write and visualise it that way. If there are enough requests, I can change it into...
