Gameknight and Crafter sprinted down the hill towards Marble123.
"Wait here," Crafter said when they were a few blocks away. Crafter moved up and shook her awake.
"Wha-" she she yelled, but Crafter cut her off.
"You're in Minecraft, and before you ask, I don't know how," Crafter said patiently.
"But- but- but you're a talking villager!" Gameknight smirked. This was almost exactly how he had acted the first time he came to the village- well, the first time after he had been sucked into Minecraft. The very first time, he had greifed the village, breaking blocks and doors to let skeletons and zombies attack. That was back when he had been the king of greifers, greifing people for the fun of it. When he travelled into Minecraft he stopped being a greifer, and now he was ashamed of his past. But he had earned back the trust of the villagers and users he had trolled when [EPICLY HUGE SPOILER REMOVED].
"Yes, that's true," Crafter said.
"And your robe isn't the right color!" Crafter gave him a knowing smile. Since Crafter's almost always stay in the crafting chambers, few people knew that they wore back robes, unlike most villagers. "This has got to be a dream!" Marble said.
"No, I'm afraid it isn't," Crafter replied. "Come on, you need to come to the village, it's getting dark." We arrived back at the village just as the sun was dipping below the horizon. Crafter brought her to a house, and when he returned, he gently said "Gameknight, I need to talk to you... In private." The two retreated to the underground crafting chamber, a hive of noise and organized chaos. The room was lined with hundreds of crafting tables, a villager working at each, then dropping the items into minecarts that sped by, taking them out into the caves of Minecraft. As they walked past the two by two patch of cobblestone set into the smooth stone wall, Gameknight remembered the day it had been created, years ago. It had been only a day or so before he had travelled into Minecraft for the second time, after the council of Crafter's had decided that no users could talk to or interact with villagers. Although the council had later decided to change the rule, the pain of the memory was still raw and sharp.
"What?" Gameknight asked once they were inside the small room on the other side of the crafting chamber.
"Well, all this..." Crafter gestured as if to indicate all of Minecraft. "Well, I just thought... We know that Minecraft is becoming closer to your reality, but in the end... What will it be like? I mean, will all be completely the same as one of the worlds, or will it be all mixed up? What will happen to the creatures of Minecraft if it completely becomes your world, or the other way around? I'm scared!"