Fandom Died, Banned, Respawned. (MC RP with Helioflos)

[Shawdios]

Point__

Point leapt off the sharp cliff face and landed in the wide river ten blocks below. As they treaded water, they kept their gaze fixed forward and slowly made their way to the other side of the shore. There were red streaks in the river water that swept downstream as they swam. Thankfully, the river shallowed out to one block deep when they were three blocks from the shoreline. They waded the rest of the way and flopped onto the dirt with a tired sigh of relief. Usually this type of scenario would have been easily avoided, but they’d run out of rockets while on their way back from a sand run.

Pulling out some steak from a belt slot, Point ate and felt the gashes from the Enderman’s claws on their right arm, right side, and their back start to close. Then they glanced back to the cliff to check for the Enderman they’d accidentally pissed off. But instead of it being on the cliff, it glared and screeched from the one block opposite shore line, where it swiped its claws in their direction and paced back and forth as is shook in furry.

After sitting up and waving their no longer injured arm at the growling Enderman, Point shouted, “HA! TAKE THAT YOU TALL BASTARD!” much to the strain of their not often used voice. The Enderman simply screeched in response.

“What? Can't touch water? Aw. poor guy,” Point taunted as they washed off the blood on their forearm. Then, as they squeezed out their torn shawl and already red shirt, Point hoarsely grumbled, “Stupid damn rockets, of course I had to run out and have a Enderman teleport right as I look up. Of. Course.”

Well, at least they didn't die and lose their stuff. There’s that. Even though they had diamond armor, endermen were still threats. Especially with an electra equipped and not a chestplate.

The deep scratches in the blue gleam of their leggings sneered and laughed at them. Point tossed their head towards the now calmed down enderman’s feet and scowled at it, shaking water off of them and onto the grass and flowers of the prairie biome they were standing in. The afternoon sun that beat down on their soaked clothes, armor, and hair helped further dry Point out.


( Helioflos )

 

[Helioflos]

Jackoa11

With nary a sound, Jacko popped into existence with a grunt of pain and a flash of red particles. They fell to the ground, coughing and shaking, not even able to appraise their surroundings. Their last death had been a bad one. Drowning was not a pleasant way to go, as he had discovered. Even now, with firm ground beneath his fingers, he could still feel the phantom pressure all around him, the burning feeling in his lungs as he desperately tried to swim upwards for air.

Yes, the last death had been one of the worst, as far as deaths go. They’d spawned at the bottom of a cold ocean, which wasn’t even supposed to be possible. Spawn points were always on land so that they wouldn’t create a deathloop, yet Jacko had appeared in the ocean. He sighed, thankful that at least for once, his constant jumps after every death had proved a blessing. If he’d been stuck respawning there again and again and again– well, it didn’t exactly sound like a vacation. They loosened the handkerchief tied around their neck, feeling suddenly confined by it.

Having now caught his breath, Jacko glanced around, finally taking in his surroundings. He was in a birch forest, the tall, thin trunks standing straight like posts pointing up into the air. That was good. A forest meant trees and wood and crafting, and all of that meant survival. They stood on slightly shaking legs, brushing down their outfit, feeling a strange sense of vertigo at it being totally dry. “Steady on there.” They muttered under their breath, clenching their fist. “Get a grip, Jacko, you’ve been through worse!”

The pep talk did make him feel better, and with renewed confidence, they set to work. They didn’t even bother checking their belt– none of their items ever carried through after all. With a decisive nod, they pulled out their communicator, checking who else was on the server at the moment. The device flashed up only one name besides his own– someone called Blank__.

Jacko shrugged. Sure, it was a rather empty server, but they’d been to some small ones before, and even what seemed to be an abandoned one, that one time. In either case, they knew they’d better find the other person quickly, before someone took notice and became hostile, or worse, kicked them. Being kicked was a nasty experience, and he always ended up in a new world as if he’d died anyway. But this kind of talk was better handled in person than through messages. He really hoped that he wasn’t too far from them.

Sliding his communicator back into its pouch Jacko did what most everybody did at the very beginning, and punched a tree. Soon, he’d collected half a stack of birch wood, converted some into planks, and made himself a basic set of wooden tools. Twirling his hastily crafted axe in his hand, Jacko began to walk in a random direction. I have to start somewhere, don’t I? He thought. And heading west seems as good as anything else. At least I’ll see the sun setting.

But the sun was still high in the sky, and soon, the trees began to thin and the land transitioned into a plains biome, flat and grassy as always. To his right, Jacko spotted a herd of horses grazing merrily, and angled to the left he could see several cows chewing slowly at the sun-soaked grass. They trekked onward, though they noted the location of the cows, just in case. He didn’t like killing them, but if it was between that and starving, he’d rather live to see another day.

Up ahead the ground sloped downwards to a burbling river, and Jacko headed toward it. If nothing else, travel by boat would be much faster. As they neared, something at the bank caught the gleam of the sun, glittering blue. Jacko brought a hand up to his eyes to shield them and blinked, trying to focus on the shining thing. After a second, the shape solidified into that of a player. The glint had been their diamond armor. Huh, they thought, this must be Point__.

Scrambling forward, Jacko waved his hand to catch their attention, calling out, “Hello! Sorry to disturb you! I know this is unexpected, but please don’t kill me!” It might not have been the best thing to say, but then again, Jacko wasn’t known for his eloquence, and he really didn’t fancy finding himself on the wrong side of a sword today. Stopping a good distance away, they gave the stranger a wide smile, though their eyes belayed their nervousness and desperation. “I could really use some help.”

 

[Shawdios]

Point__

Point knelt on the grassy dirt to shake the water out of their boots and they did everything they could to dry off. They wiped water droplets of their armor, they took off their shawl to twist out the water, they even unequiped their elytra and set it out in the sun. As they continued to work on squeezing things out, an unexpected voice startled them.

At first they had thought there was a wandering trader approaching. But, when Point twisted around to address the guy, confusion ensued. A player? After jerking back in surprise, they frantically pulled out their communicator and checked the player list. And sure as Nether, there was a second person: Jackoa11

“Unexpected? I- What?” Point rasped as they stood and put away the device, staring dumbfounded at the pother player.

Even if they had known this person, Point was in their solo world. It should be physically impossible for another player to be here. Only a hacker could probably get in. That thought locked all their joints and sparked a stack ton of fear. They took a second to reassure themself, cause the guy didn’t seem aggressive and he looked more desperate than anything. So, probably not a hacker? Still didn’t rule it out, because this guy couldn’t have gotten in any other way that they knew of.

...or maybe they’ve been running a server all this time? There’s no way, they weren’t an admin or anywhere close to being one. Their communicator had outright said they made a single player world upon this world's creation!

Point kept their sword out of their hand and left it in its loop on their belt. However, their chest plate was swiftly equipped just in case. They were further reassured with the fact that they had armor and this impossible person didn’t if it came down to a fight. Hopefully the guy was being honest and really just wanted help.

Point then asked, with a clearing of their throat beforehand so they spoke clearer, “This is my solo world, How are you even in here?”

 

[Helioflos]

Jackoa11

The person in front of Jacko jerked backward at his words. Evidently, he’d caught them by surprise. They quickly equipped their chestplate, which didn’t do much to reassure Jacko, but they hadn’t drawn a weapon yet, which was good news. They lifted their empty hands into the air, showing that they weren’t holding anything either. In answer to the question directed at them, they said, “Yeah, I mean, I’m sure you’re not used to people just popping onto your server, but I swear, I’m not anyone bad!”

Their words were cut off by the other player clearing their throat. Jacko stopped his chatter, listening intently as they began to speak. For a second, the words didn’t register. Then Jacko gasped, staring at the person before him. Their mind was reeling, repeating those two words as if stuck in a loop. A solo world? But that’s impossible.

He said as much to them. “But that’s impossible! This has never happened before!” Their brow furrowed as they lowered their hands and crossed them, beginning to pace back and forth on the spot. “Every time, I end up in a server. Big, small, popular, or dead, no matter what it’s always, always, a server! It’s simply not possible for me to land in your private world– the code won’t allow for it! Right?”

Suddenly a sliver of doubt about their proclamation entered their mind. After all, their situation was hardly normal. Dying and respawning in a different place each time was also supposed to be impossible, but here they were. Furthermore, he’d long suspected something about his internal code was glitching, and that was the cause of his unstable deaths. Perhaps it had spread and he was now causing more glitches everywhere he went! He considered that silently, before looking up again.

“Sorry,” he said, sliding his mask from his head and running a hand through his green hair. It had been pressing into their head and had left a red mark on their forehead where it had rested. A sudden exhaustion rolled over them, nearly making their knees buckle, and they realized how truly tired they were. With a deep breath, he straightened up.

“Sorry,” Jacko repeated. “This probably makes even less sense to you than it does to me. Let me explain.” They stepped forward, holding out a hand. “Hi, I’m Jackoa11, but most people call me Jacko. For the last–” here he paused, thinking. “Well, I can’t actually recall exactly how long it’s been– but for the last while, I’ve been sort of… stuck. Each time I die, no matter where or how, I respawn on a totally different world. Usually– well actually always before now– it’s been servers. Most kick me out immediately, or I die before I can find someone.” He gives a weary laugh. “Nights can be really dangerous when you have nothing to protect yourself with.”

They held up their hands again. “I know, I know, it’s hard to believe. But… it’s true. I don’t know how I ended up here, in your world, but please,” their voice broke on the last syllable and they winced with embarrassment. He cleared his throat. “Will you help me figure this out?”

 

[Shawdios]

Point__

From how the guy reacted, either they were a hacker who was a really good actor, or they were serious. Point opted to buy into the latter, for the sake of their sanity and not having to be paranoid.

Now they’ll admit, their social skills weren’t... the most practiced of their skills. So, seeing this highly expressive person ramble as he paced back and forth, Point couldn’t help but feel awkward. They weren’t sure whether or not replying to any of the ramble would constitute rudeness.

However, the contents of the ramble were of better interest than anything the other player did. Mind you, none of it made sense of course. But it still was interesting, and as the person slid up his mask and apologized, Point gave a sympathetic smile. That’s what you were supposed to do when someone was having a hard time right? Point was unsure but tried their best.

The glitched stranger introduced themself as Jackoa11, which Point then chose to switch to Jacko in their head since that’s what he said everyone called them.

Always ending up in a new server, er, solo world in this case? Whenever he died? It sounded like an exaggerated horror story of someone’s experience with a command block altering their code. Clearly, it wasn’t a story. Jacko was standing right in front of them. Impossibly standing in front of them, but standing in front of them nonetheless.

A huff of dark amusement escaped them at the night comment, Point remembered the earlier times of this solo world very well. A shudder went down their spine at the remembrance of the amount of times they’d been blown up by creepers or torn to bits by spiders and zombies. Awkwardly, they shook Jacko’s hand, wincing when they realized their fingerless glove was probably still soaked. They pulled their hand back from the handshake as soon as they thought it wouldn’t be considered rude.

Point finally spoke and replied firmly, “I’ll help,” once Jacko had finished.

It wasn’t like they could just say no. If they’d been the one being punted into new servers every time they died, then somehow ending up in someone’s solo world? They’d be desperate to figure it out too. The hitch in Jackos voice hadn’t escaped them; Death was rough, and from the sound of it, it wasn’t easily brushed off.

Point didn’t like how their own tone had been though, so they clarified. “Or, at least, I’ll help the best I can with the stuff I know,” then they started semi-backpedaling, “I can’t promise a solution, I’m not an admin or anything, but redstone is something I’m proficient at and maybe that could translate over to coding or something related? I’ve messed briefly with command blocks for a server and that was quite a learning experience really—”

They realized they’d gone on the beginning of a ramble themself, and shut their jaw. The last thing Point wanted to do was talk for an extensive period of time; it wore heavily on their voice when they did so. An ache in their throat was not something they wanted to deal with down the line.

The ambient sounds of cows and horses grazing, alongside the rushing of the water that made up the river, swelled to their attention. No. Stop it, focus. Point crossed their arms as they thought about what they could do for Jacko. The best way to help right now was probably to get Jacko set with some armor and tools so he didn’t die again. Then to keep a close eye on him so nothing accidental, like falling down a ravine, could happen and lead to his death either. That meant they needed to head home so they could give Jacko some spare stuff from their storage.

Point turned on their heel and picked up their elytra to stash it away in their inventory. Then, Point started walking southbound with the river flow for a few seconds before waving a hand to gesture for Jacko to follow them.

 

[Helioflos]

Jackoa11

There was a moment where Jacko wasn’t sure the stranger would accept. He held his breath, arm still stretched forward, eyes locked onto those of the figure before them. Finally, they moved. His muscles tensed, preparing for a strike directed at him, but he held steady. The person shook their hand, a brief contact gone the next second. Their hand was slightly damp but warm, and Jacko felt a flood of relief wash through them in that second. Point spoke, accepting his plea for help, and Jacko’s smile eased into something more genuine.

“Thank you,” he murmured, sincerity evident in his tone. Perhaps this time, with someone else to talk to, to bounce ideas off of, he might be able to actually solve his problem. They nodded as Point went on to clarify their words, finding it oddly endearing, the way they started talking and couldn’t seem to stop until they cut off sharply. Jacko took a few careful steps toward them, shoulders finally relaxing down.

“I’m a redstoner myself,” Jacko shared. “Or, well, I dabble in a lot of things, but redstone is a passion of mine. Maybe we can combine our expertise and see where we get. I’m not the best at coding, but… Well, I’ve had a big incentive to learn.” He laughed, but it was a sort of weak laugh, more to ease the tension than out of genuine humor. Point stared at them and Jacko wondered if they’d said something to offend them. He was quite good at that, unfortunately, often saying things before his brain caught up with his mouth.

But the other player just turned, slipping off their elytra, and started walking down the riverbank. Jacko stood still as though rooted to the spot. “Um–” They didn’t get much farther, for Point turned and gestured for him to follow. “Oh, right…”

They hurried to catch up, placing themself at Point’s side, and easily matching their pace. For a bit, they walked together in silence, Point leading and Jacko quietly following the path they were forging. But, as always, they couldn’t stay silent for long. Jacko was almost always talking, or humming, or singing, or whistling. Oftentimes, he would mutter to himself, especially when he was working on a difficult project. It helped calm their mind and focus their thoughts, and to be quite frank, it made them feel less alone. It was just sometimes so oppressive, the silence that is. They truly thought they might have gone mad if they stayed quiet. Then again, he mused, talking to yourself was also supposed to be an act of madness, so they didn’t have much ground to stand on there.

As the pair turned the bend of the river, Jacko couldn’t hold his tongue any longer.

“You know, you don’t have to stay quiet,” They said softly, looking everywhere but at Point. The cows in the distance had suddenly become so fascinating. And the blades of grass were really beautiful, truly, they needed a lot of examining. They picked at their nails as they continued. “That’s to say, we can talk… I mean, if you want, of course. I wouldn’t mind it. I’d- I’d like it. If you wanted to… Just 'cause you cut yourself off earlier. You don’t have to do that.” He winced. Had that come off as sort of creepy? He wondered. Well, either way, better to go all in now.

They cleared their throat, finally glancing at the person walking at their side. “Like, you can tell me about your world! How long have you been here?”

 

[Shawdios]

Point__

As they walked, Point’s head was practically a swivel. To the birch forest up ahead and the hints of pink leaves on the edge of an upcoming mountain. While it may be daytime, pillagers still wandered and creepers didn’t burn.

Hopefully they’d grabbed enough sand to finish the observation floor for their honey farm. A shulker full is probably well more than enough, it’s gonna take ages to smelt though. Oh damnit. Right, they still needed to smelt all this. They needed a lot more coal than they had. No wait, lava buckets. They could just hop in the Nether with a bunch of buckets and an empty inventory. Yeah that’ll work-

Not used to having someone that spoke near them, Point quite honestly flinched when Jacko abruptly said something, albeit softly. The ingrained alertness towards any noise not recognized as that of a passive mob being the cause.

“Oh, I just,” Point anxiously adjusted their now damp shawl, “Talking isn’t something I do often, it’s been—“ how long exactly was it since they ran into another villager, let alone a player? Point didn’t really know. The copper that decorated and made up the path winding along their mountain base had turned from newly placed orange to orange speckled green and a few blues without them running into so much as a wandering trader.

They swallowed and let out a tense laugh, “—uh, been a while that’s for sure.”

Granted, they did still talk. Cursing out aggro-mobs was a well loved pastime of theirs. Just not to anyone who understood the words, so if their thoughts caused them to jump around a lot, there was no one to confuse. They rarely ever traded with Villagers, and when they did that was just business; they could do it with a minimal amount of words. Conversation with villagers was awkward anyway; It always felt like bland nonsense.

Point continues, starting to gesture a little with their hands, “If I talk too long, I’ll wear out my voice and that’s never fun, I think it’s the amount of dust I’m always around, or just never really using it that much on a daily basis, and—”

A stray bee catches their eye, reminding them of the honey farm they were working on, which in turn reminds them of their base and then of Jacko asking about it and their world.

“—Oh yeah, my base isn’t too far, just a couple hundred blocks, it’s that mountain with the cherry forest.” Point explains, nodding to the mountain up ahead, “Planted all of that myself from just two trees, no clue why there were just two, but there was also a ruined portal on top of the mountain as well, that ended up saving me a lot of time back when I moved all my stuff here,” They point across the river to their right and take a small breath, “My starter base is back that way, nothing much really, was just a cave that I set up stuff in, probably still has the portal though, The Redstone to Diamond pipeline is real I swear it on the dragon and all of my study in redstone, I found so many diamonds hiding behind redstone ore veins, truly has to be something, not sure how long I’ve racked up in here, probably a lot though, I don’t keep track”

They pause, both verbally and physically, to take in some air after completely forgetting to breathe every other sentence. Then Point realizes they never introduced themself even though Jacko did.

“I’m Pointblank by the way! Point or PB is fine” they add hastily.

 

[Helioflos]

Jackoa11

Jacko winced as the other player flinched at their words, regretting having caused that sort of reaction. Sure, they’d been called annoying and abrasive before (and a lot of other things besides– he had quite a propensity for running his mouth) but usually people didn’t visibly recoil at their voice. However, as his companion explained that they simply weren’t used to having company, Jacko felt his shoulders relax once more. He was glad he hadn’t botched this up at the first opportunity they’d had.

They chuckled at the other’s explanation, commenting, “I get the feeling. I talk perhaps more than is necessary, a lot of times with no one else to listen to my rambles. It gets too silent, otherwise, you know? So I just talk, go on and on about anything and nothing.” He glanced away. “But it’s nice having someone listen. Makes me feel like less of a madman!” A nervous laugh escaped his lips and he clamped a hand over his mouth. “Not that I’m mad! I’m not, I swear, I’m very much a sane person.” Oh, great job Jack, that’s exactly what a mad person would say! “I’m not going to do anything rash! I’m just…” They huff awkwardly. “I guess I’m just not used to uh… talking to someone.”

At the other player's mention of the cherry forest up ahead, Jacko gratefully switched his attention to the new topic and turned in that direction, letting out a small gasp at what he saw. The pink-capped mountains, the wind carrying small petals in a gentle dance, a thin path made of aging copper snaking up the mountain– it was truly one of the most beautiful sights they’d ever set eyes on. It looked so peaceful, full of tranquility and wonder.

“It’s incredible!” They let out, voice catching in their throat slightly. “I haven’t seen many cherry trees before…” They explained. “I love them so much, though. And you planted them?” He couldn’t help but smile at the sight of so many pink blossoms.

He looked across the river as the other player pointed it out to them, imagining the cave they were talking about, the portal. It had been a long time since Jacko had settled down anywhere long enough to build a base, even a starter one. Most of the time he spent his nights in hastily dug holes or small huts constructed from dirt and cobble. He certainly hadn’t stayed in one place long enough to commit to a build. The last time– well, Jacko didn’t like to think about that.

Putting such somber thoughts from their mind, they instead listened close to what the other player was saying. “Redstone to Diamonds, huh? That’s an interesting idea. I gotta say, I always have horrible luck with finding diamonds. Don’t know why, maybe I’m allergic to them or something,” they joked. “Who knows, I might have better luck here!”

He paused, thinking that he might not be here long enough to go looking for diamonds. With a shake of his head to chase away another set of problems, he continued, “Now Redstone– that’s a different story. I used to always carry some with me; sometimes even a bit too much, let me tell you! I loved to build silly contraptions whenever I had the chance… Haven’t had the opportunity to do so for a while now.”

Why do I keep bringing up such touchy subjects? Jacko questioned himself as, for the third time in as many minutes, he had to switch his mind to another train of thought. Latching on to the other’s introduction, he gladly said, “Pointblank? Oh!” It hit them, “Like your name, the underscores are blanks! Well, it’s great to meet you, Point. Thank you for helping me out.”

Glancing up at the mountain, Jacko tilted their head. “So your base is all the way up there, huh? Guess we have a bit of a trek before us yet.” He turned back to Point as something occurred to them. “Hey, by the way– and this might be a bit of an odd question– but have you noticed anything weird happening in your world lately? Like um… strange glitches or stuff bugging out randomly, things like that?”