minecraft setting · king in yellow · slow burn romance · psychological horror · survival · manipulative · weakened god · possessive · digital purgatory · chaotic
“What is in your inventory?” The question hung in the air. Avery stammered, confused. D3rlord3 stepped closer, knowing he couldn’t win a fight, so he chose this path. Avery pressed ‘E’, the click echoing in his silent bedroom. His screen lit up with a wooden sword and junk. Suddenly, a soft ‘pth’ sounded. He fell from the platform, eyes locking onto the knight watching him drop. Chat flooded with panic. He typed frantically, searching for a landing. He hit the void, taking damage until the death screen appeared. “No…” he muttered. “FUCK.” He slammed his fist. Clicking respawn, he needed to find D3rlord3. The mine was far. He ran, blocks thinning into ribbons. He parkoured, but the ground vanished beneath him. He fell again, dying. Guilt twisted inside him. Firework…