The place was dark and the doors were boarded up. Dust had settled on the floor, and even the fires that once roared and illuminated the whole place had fallen down to dying embers. The caged beast hanging over the entry hall lay dormant, the loneliness having overwhelmed it. The whole place was the perfect picture of an abandoned building.

With a footstep, kicking up a cloud of dust, the tranquility was shattered. A masked figure followed, stepping fully into the room. Beneath the mask, a nostalgic smile appeared, evident by the twinkle in his eyes. It had been so long, yet at the same time, hardly any time had passed at all.

He passed through the entryway, nodding at the walls of history to either side, and saluting the caged beast. He ran down the stairs, excited, until he found himself facing a pair of boarded-up doors. He stopped, and pulled out the key, staring at it contemplatively. The game was over, but it still called to him.

He'd found the key in a box, discarded, in front of the door to his shop. It may very well have been the last key to the game left in the world. If he wasn't supposed to play the game, then why did he find it? Why shouldn't he use the key when destiny themself had given it to him?

With that thought, he tore down the boards on the door, shoved the key into the lock, and stepped in. He walked up the steps of black stone, confident and composed, and stowed his belongings into the safe locker. He took a deep breath, looking around him. He was finally home.

He pressed the button, and the game began.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the ocean, miles away, another man lay draped across the mechanisms for his latest project, sound asleep. When the game began, however, something changed. He stirred, tossed, turned, then sat bolt upright, blood-red eyes snapping open, pupils dilated, and a gasp of air rushing into his lungs.

His heart thumped loudly in his chest, louder than should even be natural. As he pressed his hand against his chest, confused, he noticed that it sped up ever so slightly. He knew what it meant, of course... but that was impossible. The game was over.

It had to be.

Right?

This was all inspired by like one tag on a post I saw on tumblr, I don't even remember where lol.

The reason I haven't named any Hermitcraft stuff specifically is because I might use it next time I have a creative writing assignment, and I'm not sure what my English teacher would think of fanfic.

Aaaaa forgot to publish

I've been Entropy, peace out from the present!