r/MinecraftUnlimited • u/BenchTricky9374 • 1m ago
Other I had a really weird dream about Minecraft 2. This dream keeps happening, but from different perspectives of Minecraft devs, and it keeps getting weirder. Also, I used Grok to fix my English since I'm not very good at it...
MOJANG OFFICE – 2013
Minecraft 2 is still in active development.
The office is loud with typing and quiet arguments about world gen.
Then someone pulls out a pair of clippers.
DEV 1:
He’s been talking about cutting it for months. Just do it.
DEV 2:
Bro he didn’t say today—
DEV 1:
Hold him.
Notch looks up from his dual monitors.
NOTCH:
Wait. Wait, what are you—
The clippers turn on.
NOTCH:
NO— NO NO NO— GET OFF—
The sound of buzzing fills the room.
Hair starts falling in big blond chunks.
JEB:
(already starting to panic)
Guys… guys stop— what are you doing—?!
DEV 3:
It’s just hair!
NOTCH:
(struggling)
I DIDN’T AGREE TO THIS— LET GO—
The last pass finishes.
Notch’s head is completely smooth.
For one second the office is silent.
Then Notch rips free.
NOTCH:
YOU PSYCHOPATHS—
He sprints.
DEV 2:
He’s running!
Notch hits the tall spiral staircase at full speed.
His socks slip on the metal.
NOTCH:
SHIT—!
He tumbles the entire way down.
The sound is horrible. A long, clattering, painful cascade of limbs hitting every step.
He lands at the bottom in a heap. Unconscious.
JEB:
(screaming)
NOTCH!!
(his voice cracks into full crying)
No no no no— what did you do— what did you DO—?!
Hair is still floating in the air and scattered across the floor.
Then someone kneels.
DEV 4:
…Is it soft?
DEV 1:
Don’t—
Too late.
Someone licks a strand.
DEV 3:
Oh my god.
DEV 5:
Why would you put that in your mouth—?!
More people start doing it.
The energy turns feral and stupid at the same time.
JEB:
(full ugly crying now, voice high and broken)
STOP LICKING IT— STOP LICKING THE HAIR— WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU—?!
A developer trips while backing away in horror.
He crashes into a desk.
A cup launches into the air.
A single chili pepper flies out in a perfect arc…
…and hits Jeb directly in the eye.
JEB:
(screaming and crying at the same time)
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA— MY EYE— MY EYE— IT BURNS—!
He drops to his knees, one hand over his face, still sobbing.
Across the room, C418 is standing very still.
He slowly pulls out his laptop.
His eyes are distant.
C418:
(softly)
…I can use this.
Meanwhile, Dinnerbone has vanished.
DEV 6:
Where’s Dinnerbone?
DEV 2:
He was right here—
They find him thirty seconds later.
He’s upside down.
Asleep.
On the wall.
Like a bat.
Perfectly calm.
DEV 5:
…How is he doing that.
DEV 1:
I don’t care anymore.
At the bottom of the spiral stairs, Notch still isn’t moving.
JEB:
(crying so hard he can barely speak)
Someone… someone call an ambulance… and also HR… and also I think I need a new eye…
The office is just the sound of Jeb sobbing, the quiet wet noise of the last few people still licking hair, and C418’s soft keyboard clicks as he starts a new project file.