Slit

Travis
Preston(LapisCraft5) always liked Minecraft. Even when he was travelling and couldn't play on his PC, he kept his phone with him in case he wanted to play Pocket Edition. He normally played with his friend group, consisting of Frederick/Fred(MiniIce900), Dwight(WendigoHunter), Travis(BlazingTiger0), and Savannah(Dr.Ruthless). They all were avid players of Minecraft, creating huge monuments and cities in flat world creative servers. One day, Preston invited his friends on to his world. He saw their gamer-tags pop up around him- First Dr.Ruthless, then MiniIce900, WendigoHunter... then it stopped. Travis never joined the server for as long as Preston or any of his friends was online. They all tried calling him or texting him to no avail. They all slept on it for the night, hoping he would be online tomorrow.

Nightmares
Preston awoke, palms sweaty. "What was that nightmare?" He thought. It was 2:00 in the morning, and Preston couldn't get over that nightmare. It was about Minecraft, to his surprise. He saw something... no. Someone in his dream. It looked like Travis' skin but it had a slit neck, with tiny black eyes and a wide grin. That grin... it was so inhuman, so sickening. Like someone had ripped off their cheeks to make a huge smile. Preston shivered at the thought, then went back to bed.

Missing
When Frederick woke up, he was scared half to death. He went online as fast as possible to check for Travis, but nothing. Fred scrambled to the phone, almost tripping over some laundry, and called Travis' parents. "Hello? Is this Travis' mother?" Fred spoke into the phone, panic in his voice. "Yes, this is Amanda. Wait, Frederick?" She said. "Yes, Mrs. Linn, it's me. The Ramos kid. I want to know if Travis is doing alright." Amanda stopped. She spoke into the phone very softly. "He went missing yesterday." She said sadly. Fred stood in shock. His face went pale. "T-Thank you for telling me, Mrs. Linn." Fred said into the phone. He hung up, face wet with tears.

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After Savannah hung up the phone, she almost began to cry. Travis? Missing? Surely he couldn't be... Savannah didn't want to think about it any longer. She went on to her laptop and started playing her Minecraft world to get her mind off things. As she walked around the creative city she had made, something was happening to her buildings. They were turning red if she looked away for too long. Her house even changed from oak wood to red terracotta in seconds, ruining the hours it took for her to build her mansion. Even the blocks and weapons in her inventory would change. Her diamond sword turned into a wooden ax, and the bookshelves she was holding became red stained glass. It was extremely confusing. But then she s@w h1m. It was... Travis? She looked on in confusion as the player got closer... but that w@snt Tr@v1s. She looked at the gamer tag. "slit" was the name of the player, not BlazingTiger0.

Savannah made her character run as far away from this player as she could. She banned him multiple times, but they had backup. A character titled "H3SD34Dslit" joined. They were kicked too, but another person came in. "Y0URN3XTslit." Savannah shivered, but then kicked the player. One final person came in. "L00K0UTY0URW1ND0Wslit." How? The name was over the character limit! But she didn't care. Looking out her window in a mask was a person. They looked almost exactly like the "slit" people, just without the bleeding neck. Savannah ran to her mother. "There's someone outside my window. CALL THE COPS NOW." She told her mother. Mrs. Kallahan picked up the phone and dialed 911. "slit" was outside their door now. Savannah rushed to the bathroom and hid in one of the cabinets, her mother going to the attic. There was a loud BOOM from the entryway. Slit knocked down the door. Sirens wailed in the distance as the police drew nearer. There was footsteps into the house. "Drop you weapon and put your hands up!" A man yelled. There was a loud scream and gunshots. "Don't worry, you can come out." A police officer told them. Savannah emerged from the cabinet to find Slit in handcuffs. Slit was put into trial later that week. He pleaded guilty and then was sentenced to death. "Any last words?" The warden of the police unit asked him. "Just one." He responded. "Slit."

What About Travis
Dwight came as close as he could to Slit. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO TRAVIS!?" He screamed. "Slit." Was all that came from the killer. Later that month, police found Travis' body. He was wearing a white mask with two black eyes and a huge grin. His neck was also sl1tHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAslit