After the disappearance of Notch, an admirer sought out the universe creator of the world known as Minecraft. Their journey took them long and far, across deserts and snowy mountains, dank caverns and murkey depths.

Each village they stumbled upon, they asked every villager if they knew where Notch had departed, some claimed to know with a far fetch story, and others had no idea.

One particular villager, who lived all alone in the dense taiga of a run down home had a different story, one that left them with fear in their eyes.

The hermit said in a quivering voice, "Notch? Yes I know where he is, and that you should stay far away, be gone. Go back home, this journey will lead to your demise and disappoint. Never meet your heroes".

The admirer demanded why in confusion, and after a long persuasion, the hermit gave in with frustration.

"The man you seek, is no longer he. Something snapped, different, he hides in a cave in the deepest of swamps. But be warned, his mind has been twisted and the spirit gone. Don't let him find you".

After one more nights journey, the seeker stood before a cave, as discreet and ordinary as any. The air whistled within, air escaping into the orifice of stone, the words echoed in his mind, "Don't let him find you".

His instinct told him not to go in, but this may be his one chance to meet the creator. And so, he ventured within the musky cave filled with dust and cob webs.

As his boots clicked and stumbled on stone, a noise could be heard that grew louder with each step, a type of gurgling and hacking.

Torch in hand, the darkness was barely illuminated as if the dark itself consumed the light. The long narrow tunnel reached a dead end, with a mans back toward them.

A brown tattered shirt, cloaked a twitching body and bald head, gazing at the wall and speaking in tongues.

"Notch"?

The seeker said in fright.

With a snap, the bald man flipped his head at the voice, his eyes large and dilated, streaming with a black substance. His yellow teeth hidden behind what appeared to be a blood stained beard.

His stomach revealed a contorted torso, shallow breaths in a raspy voice.

The seeker tried to scream at the sight, his body paralyzed in fear as mumbles of an attempt to scream escaped his lips.

It was Notch, but yet it wasn't.

The disfigured Notch lunged at the once admirer...