Decarabia

'This creepypasta has mature content. Read with caution.'

Decarabia. That's what it said in the update log.

So, long story, but I've got a pirated version of Minecraft and I waited ages for the village and pillage update. Every single person in my server had pillagers and ravagers and wandering tradesmen. And you have no idea how ecstatic I was to see that I finally got 1.14. It's already 2019 and I never got this update.

Literally nothing my friends got was in the logs. As far as I remember, it only mentioned these new features (copied and pasted):

Changes
And that was all. But because I was desperate to check if this was just a fuck up by Mojang (or the people that copied the game), I checked the update.
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I thought I had mostly wasted my time because everything felt the same. But once I got the Nether Star through creative mode, it's colors oddly were inverted and instead of being called the "Nether Star", it was called "independent_variable0d".

Closing the tab for the creative mode inventory, the star disappeared. At that night I was drinking liquor, so I thought I was just drunk. Well, that was until I heard a "pop" noise. The noise you hear when you pick an item up.

I looked at my items and saw nothing, but something also tempted me to look behind me. Not in the game, but right here. In a house of a stoned, divorced 28 year old man. In the middle of the night.

I picked up a note that kind of weirded me out in some way."'My dear (my name), the moment you pulled me away completely struck me. Had I wished the people have done the same when they used it for their pitiful needs of their own. Alas, they had everything anybody could ask for. Gold, Wealth, Power, yet they wanted more. You have nothing in your hands. I have everything any entity would ask for. But I don't have you.'"Crumpling up the paper, I just proceeded playing Minecraft like any normal person would.

I never sleep. I drown out my drowsiness through this, to make sure my cannabis is shipped here without any issues. I always carry a knife near me. It makes me feel safe. So I continued to play and play for hours until the sun rose.

"Don't ignore me."

That was so sudden that I jumped. Someone was talking through the chat bar. There was no name, nothing. It seemed like a command the game itself sent. But it was a command I followed."hello""Hi.""what the fuck""who are you""I am at your service, for the eternity of my immortal life.""that sounds kinky""If you insist.""w""the shit does that mean""If you're libido is high, I can assist you in your temptations and needs.""youre the people who pirated this mc copy arent you""dont you have any other kids to troll""Only you. Forever.""bitch""Do you need anything, my dear?""hahaaha no""what you need is to piss on the moon""I'm done.""what""The moon has been urinated on. Already. Seconds ago, I knew your request. I did it quite effectively.""bullshit""only sensei knows how to piss effectively on the moon""Sensei?""me you idiot""So how do I do so? 'Effectively', in your preference?""you fucking AIM at the craters, pussy or no pussy, peanut or none""just aim ok you dont know what its like to know people are abusing your knowledge of reality"

The Next Day
To be honest? That conversation was pretty hilarious to me, and I wanted to see whoever that was again. So I did. Regularly.

Believe it or not, I formed a relationship with whoever was behind the screen.

But people I loved too died after every conversation we had. I suddenly got a huge amount of luck. I won lotteries. Every drug shipment I get is delivered on time. I felt... happy. Deep in my gut, I felt like this wasn't any damn coincidence. On the day of this conversation, I took a lot of shit to get high enough to feel no emotion. "dude""you t""you there?""Always.""can we meet irl?""Of course."I didn't even need to say my location. I already felt a presence around me. So I turned around one last time, with droopy eyes, and rotting teeth. I saw that person. Tall, horned, with eyes that pierced directly into my soul. Their skin was like the burned flesh of a human. But when our eyes met together, my emotions filled me again. Tears filled my damn fucking eyes. It dropped down my damned-to-hell face as I stared at the demon right in front of me.

People would usually be terrified. But I was not.

That thing said my name in a desperate voice, already knowing what I was going to do.

I grabbed my knife and stabbed him in the eye. Nothing bled out.

Nothing happened.

For an hour, at least.

Until it faded away.

One Last Thing
Perhaps I'll send our conversations. I want to visit a fucking therapist. I want to die for doing that. It was a stupid thing of me to do. Maybe you can tell me what I can do, next time.

But with nights and nights of thinking, I knew there was something wrong not only with that thing, but with me. For ruining my life. And while he was my chance of redemption, I turned him down.

Why?

Because I hate living.

I don't want to end up in heaven nor hell.

I just want

To disappear.

But it's already midnight. And I want to rest. So just let me.

For a fucking while.

Just let me rest after what happened.

I'll be right back.