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Fundy wasn’t quite sure when he realised what he was doing was beyond redstone, beyond enchantment, beyond magic. Everyone – or, rather, every player as he had learned – had a little ichor in them. A little power to create, to bend reality. To see things that were not normally seen. It was small though, small enough to be thrown in with magic or technology or some other thing and not examined further.
What Fundy was doing was not small.
“Do you know what you do?” asked the being who was not Dream. “Do you mean to play god?”
It began with the dreams, that whispered to him the future. Or else, through which he and his fears whispered to the future. He still wasn’t sure which. The truth had been offered to him, more than once, but each time he had been too coward to take it. Better the certainty of uncertainty, the harbouring of terrible suspicions, than the risk of terrible suspicions turned into terrible knowledge.
It began with a white fox cub, fur the colour of fresh snow, who one day stood on two legs and started calling him father and himself Yogurt. Fundy had chosen a different name for him, back when he was mere animal, but it made sense that he would reject it for something formed by his own tongue. Like father, like son, after all.
“You alter my creations. Unknowingly. You mean falsehoods when you speak. And yet, your lies beget truths.”
There was a line. He knew he was attempting to cross it. The defence of unknowingly would be lost to him. And yet, he hungered. Fundy always liked to push and push and push. Push things too far. Push one too many buttons. Push people away. Of course, regret always came eventually. But some lessons never stick.
The truth is, a part of Fundy just wanted to see how far he could push before it all broke.
“There are rules. Laws. Tell me, Fundy, are you sure you wish to be a god?”
Fundy focused. Peeled back layer and layer, until he could see it. Until he could feel it. The code. He reached out, grabbed it. Twisted it. Created something new from the infinity of 0s and 1s.
When he let it go, and let the world fall back into place as dirt and sky and air instead of numbers, he saw end stone in front of him, where once there had been a grass block.