//???//

Lone footsteps echo through the dark, towering walls as he walks down one of the large, eerie corridors. Smokey red carpet lines the cold stone floor as dim lighting rebounds through the structure. The corridor nears an end, boarded with tall, vertical pillars.

"Has it been done?" the echoey and mysterious voice of a man speaks, the sound reverbing through the large room.

"Yes sir." the voice of a younger male.

"Good. Go inform her and tell her I need to speak with her." he stands, stretching his fingers. "We have some work to do..." mischievous chuckling fills the halls, turning into loud, evil laughter.

//The house//

"Nope. But it would be nice if someone would explain to me WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!!??" Dark sighs. "Okay, so, virus. Alan's pc infected. Ultramarine particles?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Yep."

"Sounds about right."

"Yeah."

"Uh huh."

Chosen crosses his arms. "And we don't know who's created this virus." he glances at Dark, his eyes narrow and his eyebrows furrowed.

Dark scowls. Just earlier everything was fine between the two of them. What is Chosen's deal now?

"It seemed pretty strong" Second adds on.

"So i'm assuming thats why the sky is all funny and there's weird fog in the air?" Victim raises an eyebrow, guessing the predicament accurately enough.

"Exactly." Yellow nods. "It's also the reason that all main line of internet has been cut off."

Victim sighs in frustration, realising why he couldn't call someone previously. "Right..."

While the group continues discussing, Green sneaks off to the side. With a look of determination and worry in his forest green eyes, he heads to the front door. The sound of the groups chatter is drowned out by the feeling of deep concern and care.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Green is snapped out of his trance by the sound of Chosen's stern voice. Green's hand remains on the brass handle of the dark, wooden door.

"Oooh~ Little guy running off already?" Dark smirks with a amused grin, his sharp, pointy teeth in full display. Chosen rolls his eyes and pushes Dark away with a hand to the face. "MMPH-!"

Red cocks his head to the side in confusion and concern. "Hey Green! Where're you going?"

"Purple..." Second mutters under his breath, staring straight into his best friend's eyes knowingly.

Chosen walks towards Green, most other thoughts in his mind being put aside. "Green if you step out that door, I don't want to know what that mist will do to you."

Green sighs and pouts in frustration and negligence. He glares at Chosen. "Look, I don't know if your stone cold ass even knows what worry for someone feels like-"

"I know what worry feels like.." Chosen retorts, walking towards the front door as well. "That's why we're gonna go find your friend."

"What do you mean we!?"

"Are you coming or not?"

Green sighs and nods.

Chosen look over at everyone else, locking eyes with Dark. "Look after everyone while we're gone. Do not try anything."

Dark's eyebrows furrow slightly as he stares a look of confusion, longing and frustration back into Chosen's black eyes. A weird feeling grows in his stomach as he senses wrong between the two of them.

Chosen turns his head away and summons his light shield above his head, opening the front door and stepping outside with Green following suit. The door slams shut behind them.

The house falls into silence as everyone looks between the door and Dark, curiosity at it's peak. Does he not trust me? Dark thinks in his mind.

Victim walks over and places a hand on the shoulder of Dark's red trench coat. He sighs. "...I think he hates you-" he smirks smugly.

Dark scowls and shoves Victim away. "Shut up Vic!"

//Alan's pc//

Emptiness. Cold. Grey. It's like a freezer room left to thaw. Remnants of a fight left behind on the ground.

Chills run down Purple's spine as dread takes over. "Did they-" he looks around, noticing some of Yellow's redstone scattered on the ground. A fishing rod with a little engraved "G" snapped in half. An animal leash with a carrot left on the ground in a hurry. Broken glass potion bottles with spills of differently coloured liquid. A grey and computerised pencil...

Purple covers his mouth in shock as tears well in his eyes. "No, no they can't be!"

MT walks over to the far side of the computer and kneels down. He runs a finger over the ground where a strange, glitchy, ultramarine substance is spread on the cold ground of the pc. He inspects the residue left on his finger as he then directs his gaze upwards. His breath is caught in his throat as dark purples and blues fill his eyes. Distorted streaks and tendrils mark the far right wall of the pc, dark and shadowed. The mass of evil pulses with glitch-like energy every fourth beat. The trail of tendrils leads to one place...the WIFI. MT coughs into his arm and stands up as unusually thick particle-like gas infiltrates his systems. He steps away and looks back at Purple. "Purple!! We need to get out of here, now!"

Purple's eyes widen and his insides churn as his eyes dart from his dad to the mass of evil. The sound of MT coughing and yelling with urgency fills the 18 year old's ears. "Dad!? What's going on!?"

MT is slowly surrounded by thick and toxic gases as his movements slow, his coughing progressing into aggressive gasping. "Purple get out of here!! LEAVE!"

Tears fills Purple's eyes as he tries to run towards MT, but multiple virus detection screens pop up in his way. "NO!! DAD!!" he tries to push against the screens, banging on the computerised wall.

MT drops to his knees, losing consciousness. His throat is tightening by the second, his vision blurring, the glitching around his body growing. "Purple-!" he splutters and gasps. "Purple you need to run! Leave!!"

Tears break through and pour down Purple's cheeks as he bangs and pushes against the virus detection screens, slowly losing energy. "NOOO!!! PLEASE! DAD!!" his cries are filled with terror, sadness, dread and concern.

It's almost like a repeat of that one day. A father and a son. A festival. A Minecraft VR experience. A malfunction. An accident.

MT loses his breath and tries to stay conscious on his knees. He looks over at his son with the most energy he can muster. His voice is hoarse and tired "Purple, you've made me proud...truly" he smiles with as much effort as he can, before losing himself and collapsing on the ground. Particles engulf him and his eyes glow a rich ultramarine. His body slowly stumbles up to its feet like a zombie, no life in his eyes. Ultramarine tears, thick with viruses, stream down his cheeks as he locks eyes on Purple.

Purple's breath quickens and his fear spikes. Goosebumps cover his arms and legs as his hands tremble. "D-Dad?" he steps away. His breathing starts becoming irregular as he begins to hyperventilate. "No no no no no no-" his mind spins and twists with despair. "This isn't real. N-No it can't be"

The lifeless form of MT starts to move, it's legs directing itself towards Purple. The sight is horrific. The eyes of a loved one, engulfed with glitchy virus matter.

Purple's whole body freezes with fear as his flight instinct kicks in. He bolts in the opposite direction, his eyes wide. All thoughts and emotions have left his mind, except for fear. His breaths are short and shallow as he sprints to the Minecraft Nether portal. He slips on his elytra wings once more and flies through the glowing purple portal. The instant heat of the Nether realm hits him as he flies through the volcanic air. A land of lava and heat. Ledges of pure red stone and brown sand. Alien-like sounds of beasts never seen before. Being here many times, Purple ignores the scenery and flies straight into the next portal. Once through the portal, he crashes into the stone ground of the basement in Purple and MT's house, flying too fast to land safely. Purple doesn't move. He just lays there.

Silence engulfs Purple's ears, slowly interrupted by a deafening ringing sound. He trembles and curls up on the ground as tears fill his eyes. His hands grip his head, his fingers through his messy, purple braided hair. Then, it all hits him as an overwhelming amount of emotions and thoughts drive painful sobbing from the boy. His cries, heavy breaths and loud sobs fill the mostly empty basement, along with the occasional weeping mutter: "D-Dad".

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