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It wasn't his fault.
He had been strip mining.
He had stumbled upon some lapis and amethyst and redstone right next to each other.
He admired it briefly before continuing to mine. He got some diamonds. Then some more. A smile on his face as he broke them, using fortune for loads more.
He called it a day after that, deciding to use his diamonds to buy more materials for his base.
But as he came up from his strip mine, he started feeling weird.
Pins and needles all over.
He fought through it, wanting to get to his base instead of being in his mine. He would be harder to find in a mine.
The pain got worse with every movement, stronger.
He kept going.
He had to.
Each step was agony, every breath was pain.
As if his existence was tearing himself apart.
The feeling became familiar, though no less painful, once he thought of it like that. He knew what was happening.
His code was trying to rewire itself.
Every strand of code twist and turn, molding him into something else. What he used to be.
The ground met him, unexpectedly. He hadn’t even known he was falling. Then his nose isn’t blue. Then it is.
Next thing he knows is that he’s in a block.. and not at his base.
Suddenly, his eye is oozing down his face. Pouring down his cheek, each part becoming mush dripping slowly to the ground.
Desperately, he tries to go. Anywhere. Somewhere. With someone. Someone helpful.
Thoughts are slowing in his brain as he runs, the biome shifting from base that’s not his, to the shopping district, to a random biome with a misshapen sheep.
Where was he?
His entrails were on the floor. He had entrails? Not for years..
Why were the on the floor?
Seconds later, the returned to his body, rapidly being sucked back into his stomach. Each of the organs stuffing themselves into his body in any order it could. He almost barfed them out again.
A stabbing pain shot through him, sharp and all-consuming.
Once again, he was on the ground. This time, writhing in pain. Still, he tried to stand, to get somewhere. Anywhere. Someone. Help HElp help.
But as he did, he fell down again, not used to his human leg. His head colliding with the ground painfully. Head? Not slime? .. leg?
His hand went to his face, trying ot feel is he was human. But there was no skin, it became obivious as he pulled away, slime sticking to his hand being slowly pulled down my gravity.
A bell was ringing violently in his skull as he stood.
His running started again, despite the pain everywhere. All the time. Never ending. Make it STOP MAKe It STOpPP Make IT STOPP MaKE iT STopPPPPP
Skin was ripped from his leg. Looking down, he saw that his leg was stuck inside a berry bush. When did he get into a Taiga? Tearing it out he kept running.
Blood was oozing down his leg, the skin torn and red. But it didn’ t feel like blood.
It was slime. He was bleeding slime. No no nO nO NO NONON O
His heart squeezed, panic flooding his veins.
His blood-slime wrapped around his foot instead of falling peacefully to the ground. Losing feeling in his foot with how tightly the blood-slime was squeezing.
A piece of code was ripped from his back. An ear-piercing screech left his mouth at the pain. His muscles ripped, torn and bleeding.
Voices and bodies came to help, their voices muffled and muddled. A cold hand placed itself upon his back, he let another scream.
His eyes were oozing from their sockets, both of this time. His vision following their path downwards. There was no one now.
Only sand. Sand sand sand sand.
It seemed into his slime, each grain changing him, forcing his code to change more.
Then his pinky disappeared. Bye Bye.
It didn’t concern him as much as he thought it would.
Then his eyes were back, thankfully. But his head was oozing slime and as he ran a hand through it, he learned his messy mop of hair had come back greased with slime.
He gagged.
It hunched him forward, the pain of his back having him land straight onto the sand. The code forces him to roll, each grain of sand attacking his exposed back muscles.
When he sits up, he’s no longer in a desert. Thank you, thank you thank oyu
Instead, it’s Hypno’s base he landed in front of. He tried to tilt his head in confusion, but it felt as if his neck about to snap off.
Getting up, now his pinky had returned. Noticeable but not important.
Hypno could help. Magic? Magic? Magic?
Most importantly, his left half was now fully human. What he assumed to the exact image of what he had been.
Hypno could help. Help HE lp HELP
Opening the door, he all but collapsed. He was once agains greeted by the floor, Hypno not bothering to greet him. Rude. Pain Pain Pain. HURTSSS P ain.
He wasn’t quite sure what he looked liked, laid out on the floor wirthing and wiggling in pain. But he hoped he looked better than he felt.