(Hero's POV)

My brother was sick, I could see it. He was abusing that substance, I wasn't sure how many times he'd used it by now. I just wished he would talk instead of trying to create a solution.

I was watching him sleep as I grinded down obsidian and bedrock with a special tool. I sat down as I created something that would at least undo the latest uses of that stuff he uses to make himself forget.

I stood back up and walked for the kitchen and began to craft it.
Those people, they were different... they took me out of my body... and now I have to find out what they think there purpose is. The others immediately began building and mining and exploring, but not them.

What purpose did they serve and what could they do at there full potential.

"Fuck!" I snapped and pulled my right hand back and looked at it. A thick dark blue liquid oozed from where a peace of glass reached out of my hand, I pulled it out and the wound closed and my skin returned to normal as if nothing had happened. I was lucky they hadn't done enough damage to scar or do anything to my body.
Getting back into it... was intense.
My entire body had so much stored energy and it nearly tried to kill me when I entered. Thankfully I was recognized and it sucked me back in.

I sighed and shook my head, rubbing my eyes before returning to what I had been doing. I sighed heavily as I looked down at the potion I had learned a long long time ago.
I grabbed it and walked for my brother and then knelt beside where he slept, put the potion in his hair near the back of his head and closed my eyes before putting my hand against the liquid. I cleared what darkness I could in the fog and decided to take away the worst of his memories that I figured he was trying to rid of and consumed his pain and suffering.

Afterward when I pulled back I felt... empty in a way. I looked down at my hand and had a strange desire for that memory stealing liquid. He could have destroyed himself if that desire had truly taken control of him.

I stood and walked away to clear my head and give these feelings and memories to another. Probably the near dead person that had tried to take claim of my body.
And so I returned to my prisoners.

"Fucker! Let us go!" The more lively one screamed and struggled.

"Then tell me what you did." I spoke back with a snappy attitude.

"I said, I fuckin hacked the game. You ideot! And you hurt my friend!!" He yelled. His skin around his eyes had darkened considerably and his eyes seemed to grow red.

"This is not a 'game', what makes you believe it is?" I asked.

"I was able to hop into someone else's world when mine was purposely single player. And I could see you in the distance once, that's what made me curious. So I was able to find something, and played around before ending up finding my buddy! Do you realize how lonely it was? And now he's almost dead!" He screamed at me, and I just ended up shrugging.

"I don't know how but... you shouldn't have been able to do such things. You were only meant to be able to move around the world you were in." I said and crossed my arms. "Either way you weren't supposed to exist. Only Steve. But even He wasn't welcomed at first, and you decided to greet us by nearly killing your gods?" I said in a deep harsh tone.

"Our what?" He paused. "Do you mean developers? You guys actually are in here? You.. but there's only one... Notch has a brother?"

That hurt... that made my stomach sunk and I clenched my fists. Before I recognized it I began beating into him and his friend was yelling at me to stop with whatever strength he had.

I soon stopped and... I felt so ashamed. I looked at my hands which were bloody and then I looked at the man who I'd been abusing, and freaked out. "I'm sorry" I began to repeat as I put my hands on his face and began to heal him very quickly, which ended up hurting also.

I backed away and walked away quickly. How can my brother heed enough hatred to make me flip like that... was that my own hate also?

I left that house and just walked, breathing in the fresh air, looking around as I calmed.