In Minecraft, there is a disk. A very rare disk, found in the most dangerous places. They used to exist exist only within the most deep and secluded dungeons, and the rare strongholds, which are often said as being mythical. It is known as 11, and it has very strange properties. When played, it makes odd noises, and is always smashed, broken into several large pieces. These records are drained of all color, drained of all life, and cannot be put back together again. Those who have tried have met a terrible fate. Why is this happening? What is going on? Now, you can find out.
It was a rainy night, thunder echoed outside, and lightning created bright flashes on the windows of a house. Inside this house, inside the bedroom, someone was asleep on a bed. Near his bed was a lamp, and a jukebox, with a record on it. As thunder crashed outside, and rain pounded on the walls, knocking almost like a crowd of visitors, the person woke up. It was a man, but it was so dark in the room, that he was barely visible.
The sound of the storm outside kept him awake as he walked downstairs, footsteps creating little noises. As lightning flashed outside, he saw a chest, with a sign on it. It read “Records”. He walked to the chest, tired, and stared at the records, looking back and forth and sorting through them quietly. As he looked through them, he saw a record that caught his eye. It was coated in layers of dust, and looked years old.
Carefully grasping the record with one hand, the man blew, and dust scattered everywhere. Lightning illuminated the cloud of dust, which blew around the house. He walked upstairs, staring at the record. It was shiny, black, and had a sense of being almost alive. In the center was the number “11”, printed in small text.
The man climbed into bed, carefully placing the record in the jukebox. He tapped a small button on the wooden jukebox. He heard a soft, mechanical whirring as the record started to play. Instead of music, however, he heard something different, in a terrified voice. “It is important that you dispose of this record immediately!”, it ordered. The man looked at the jukebox, wondering what was going on. “Stop playing it, or it will ki-”. The record stopped, as the man stared at it. Everything fell silent. The thunder echoed into nonexistence. There was no mechanical whirring. Nothing made a sound. The lightning froze. The jukebox twitched violently, a dim, red light shining out of it. Jumping out of bed, the man grabbed his prized diamond sword. He pointed it at the jukebox.
The jukebox twitched again, this time more violent, and the dim light turned white, and grew slightly brighter. Distracted by the twitching, the man didn’t realize that his diamond sword was gone, completely disappeared. As he focused back to the jukebox, it was still. He inched slowly towards it, moving ever so slowly as to not make a sound. He reached to touch it, when it twitched again. Arms flailing about, he hit the recording button. The jukebox started to darken, as an unsettling darkness, made out of black smoke, fell on the room.
The man tried to run, as the black smoke ate up its surroundings, engulfing tables, chairs, and walls. He bolted out of the door, surrounded by rain and lightning. He continued sprinting, not knowing if the thing was still after him. He ran into a cave, breathing heavily and exhausted. He searched his pockets for anything of use, taking out a flint and steel, a book, and a torch. He tried to light the torch, noticing the cloud of smoke in the distance. Looking at the book, he was able to see with the lit torch. He frantically flipped through the book’s pages, which was titled “Minecraft Legends”.
The jukebox came closer, running towards him. As it came closer, a strange, humanoid figure appeared, replacing the jukebox, which flashed and turned into static as it sprinted towards the cave. Dropping the book, he ran through the cave, running past stone, then gravel and dirt through the cave. The jukebox, which seemed to be rapidly switching forms was gaining on him, making a terrifying screeching sound. The man stopped, as it appeared in front of him, a dark, humanoid figure, covered in smoke. He waited for a fraction of a second, before it jumped, and he was killed.
In the deep reaches of that cave, Notch visited him. Notch reanimated part of him, his mind. It was filled with anger, but also fear for the lives of others. The ghostly living remains of the man found the disk, and it played. The first part was replaced by the recorded segment that he had made, but the end, however, was different. It showed static, that when decoded, was transformed into the numbers 12418, and a picture of a face. The man possessed a nearby zombie, who slowly walked towards the disk, and broke it into pieces. He then moved the zombie to a dungeon, deep underground, and placed the disk in there.
The ghost traveled throughout the clouds, searching for more 11 disks. He recorded his encounter with the beast that lived within the disk on each and every one, and smashed them all. He later found out that the strange monster, not Herobrine, Entity 303, or Null, was using the disk as a gateway. If anyone put them back together, they would die. The disk was also indestructible.
12418 was the name of the monster that lived within the disk, which was made C418. C418 had told Notch about the monster, which both of them could not track down. The man’s ghost was sent to take down 12418. The jukebox that contained the disk was never destroyed. It remained buried underground, violently twitching once in awhile. The disks are now harmless, but 12418 still exists.
In Minecraft, there is a disk. A very rare disk, found in the most dangerous places. They used to exist exist only within the most deep and secluded dungeons, and the rare strongholds, which are often said as being mythical. It is known as 11, and it has very strange properties. When played, it makes odd noises, and is always smashed, broken into several large pieces. These records are drained of all color, drained of all life, and cannot be put back together again. Those who have tried have met a terrible fate. Why is this happening? What is going on? Now, you can find out.
It was a rainy night, thunder echoed outside, and lightning created bright flashes on the windows of a house. Inside this house, inside the bedroom, someone was asleep on a bed. Near his bed was a lamp, and a jukebox, with a record on it. As thunder crashed outside, and rain pounded on the walls, knocking almost like a crowd of visitors, the person woke up. It was a man, but it was so dark in the room, that he was barely visible.
The sound of the storm outside kept him awake as he walked downstairs, footsteps creating little noises. As lightning flashed outside, he saw a chest, with a sign on it. It read “Records”. He walked to the chest, tired, and stared at the records, looking back and forth and sorting through them quietly. As he looked through them, he saw a record that caught his eye. It was coated in layers of dust, and looked years old.
Carefully grasping the record with one hand, the man blew, and dust scattered everywhere. Lightning illuminated the cloud of dust, which blew around the house. He walked upstairs, staring at the record. It was shiny, black, and had a sense of being almost alive. In the center was the number “11”, printed in small text.
The man climbed into bed, carefully placing the record in the jukebox. He tapped a small button on the wooden jukebox. He heard a soft, mechanical whirring as the record started to play. Instead of music, however, he heard something different, in a terrified voice. “It is important that you dispose of this record immediately!”, it ordered. The man looked at the jukebox, wondering what was going on. “Stop playing it, or it will ki-”. The record stopped, as the man stared at it. Everything fell silent. The thunder echoed into nonexistence. There was no mechanical whirring. Nothing made a sound. The lightning froze. The jukebox twitched violently, a dim, red light shining out of it. Jumping out of bed, the man grabbed his prized diamond sword. He pointed it at the jukebox.
The jukebox twitched again, this time more violent, and the dim light turned white, and grew slightly brighter. Distracted by the twitching, the man didn’t realize that his diamond sword was gone, completely disappeared. As he focused back to the jukebox, it was still. He inched slowly towards it, moving ever so slowly as to not make a sound. He reached to touch it, when it twitched again. Arms flailing about, he hit the recording button. The jukebox started to darken, as an unsettling darkness, made out of black smoke, fell on the room.
The man tried to run, as the black smoke ate up its surroundings, engulfing tables, chairs, and walls. He bolted out of the door, surrounded by rain and lightning. He continued sprinting, not knowing if the thing was still after him. He ran into a cave, breathing heavily and exhausted. He searched his pockets for anything of use, taking out a flint and steel, a book, and a torch. He tried to light the torch, noticing the cloud of smoke in the distance. Looking at the book, he was able to see with the lit torch. He frantically flipped through the book’s pages, which was titled “Minecraft Legends”.
The jukebox came closer, running towards him. As it came closer, a strange, humanoid figure appeared, replacing the jukebox, which flashed and turned into static as it sprinted towards the cave. Dropping the book, he ran through the cave, running past stone, then gravel and dirt through the cave. The jukebox, which seemed to be rapidly switching forms was gaining on him, making a terrifying screeching sound. The man stopped, as it appeared in front of him, a dark, humanoid figure, covered in smoke. He waited for a fraction of a second, before it jumped, and he was killed.
In the deep reaches of that cave, Notch visited him. Notch reanimated part of him, his mind. It was filled with anger, but also fear for the lives of others. The ghostly living remains of the man found the disk, and it played. The first part was replaced by the recorded segment that he had made, but the end, however, was different. It showed static, that when decoded, was transformed into the numbers 12418, and a picture of a face. The man possessed a nearby zombie, who slowly walked towards the disk, and broke it into pieces. He then moved the zombie to a dungeon, deep underground, and placed the disk in there.
The ghost traveled throughout the clouds, searching for more 11 disks. He recorded his encounter with the beast that lived within the disk on each and every one, and smashed them all. He later found out that the strange monster, not Herobrine, Entity 303, or Null, was using the disk as a gateway. If anyone put them back together, they would die. The disk was also indestructible.
12418 was the name of the monster that lived within the disk, which was made C418. C418 had told Notch about the monster, which both of them could not track down. The man’s ghost was sent to take down 12418. The jukebox that contained the disk was never destroyed. It remained buried underground, violently twitching once in awhile. The disks are now harmless, but 12418 still exists.
I hope you enjoyed this story :D.
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Can an admin move the thread plz? I didn't know that there was a thread for stories about minecraft. I thought "fan art" just meant art.
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