screeeechie
-Cover art is not mine-
Cringe is dead. Anyways!
Reader is referred to with they/them, but will be afab for this story (because that's the only good stuff i can do haha)
This follows most Minecraft logic, though some HC/OC stuff gets mentioned every now and then honkhonk
You've awoken in a new world, and you know what to do: punch a tree, craft up a crafting table, make shelter, find food. Oh, and also try not to die.
As night falls, the monsters begin to come out from the dark, bowstrings pulled back tight, hands grasping for your flesh. But one catches your eye.
He's just like the rest of the horde, right?