A/N: Oh, Sora. Don't you know that Notch hasn't put weather into Minecraft yet? That said, you'll be safe from the night time rain of explosives (i.e. Creepers). Yeah, know, strange story idea. I needed something to write. Also: Explaining the crafting box in the inventory is hard. I guess it kind of breaks the fourth wall, but that's fine, this story gets to be a little comic, the idea doesn't make much sense in any way.

Anyway, this story is written in based off of sometime in Minecraft's Alpha phase., and while I may change the rules in the story over time in logical ways to make it make it make sense with all the new Beta stuff, if anything confuses you about the way I interpret Minecraft, that's why.

As we entered the new, strange world, Donald let out a panicked quack, "Our engines have stopped working!"

It wasn't long until we crashed into the planet. In the few moments in which we were a falling meteor, though, I noticed that I suddenly looked all blocky.

We all 'died' in the explosion (rather pixelated) explosion that directly followed the ships collision with the ground. It was painful, but it wasn't that much more painful that taking a direct blow from any strong opponent. This, however, wasn't as strange as what followed.

If the position of the sun was anything to work by (it was just now dawn), I awoke on my feet after what was less than a minute. I awoke far from the crash site, as I couldn't see the it. I also noticed that the sun was rising far faster than I'd seen anywhere else, which was bad news for me, as it meant I had less time to either find the others or find a place to rest for the night.

As I gave the landscape a closer look, I noticed that it was as blocky as I had become. I was standing on an rather small patch of sand. I laughed at how perfectly cubed shaped it was. It was too perfect. I walked a little way in the sand, and noticed that there were no footprints left in the sand.

"That's really odd." I muttered, and tried to grab at the sand. It seemed to ignore my touch, except that about it cracked a little tiny bit, at then almost immediately the cracks faded. I hit the sand as hard as I could, and it almost broke. Rather than pausing, I kept hitting the block, and it shattered, causing me to fall without harm onto the block of sand below it. I also noticed that the block of sand became a smaller brick that I picked up and put in my pocket.

I wonder if I can make things out of these smaller blocks... I'd be awfully inefficient, but maybe I can make a place that will be safe from the weather. I thought, and took one of the small block into my hand. As I took it into my hand, though, it turned back into it's original size, and as I tried to set it down, it aligned itself to a sort of a grid with all of the other blocks in the area.

"Hmmmm... fascinating." I said, and then punched the block and put it back into my pocket. I punched another block of sand, and, when I tried to shove it into the same pocket as the other block of sand, they seemed to fuse together into one block.

As I pulled the brick and put it down, I found that the even after I'd put the block down, I still had another one in my hand. It was only gone once I'd put it down the second time. I broke and picked up one sand again. I only placed it once, and then it was gone. Seeing the trend, I picked up three blocks this time, and placed them down. Sure enough, they all came together into one block when they were in my pocket, but I could place them as three. The sand also seemed to obey gravity, unlike some parts of the landscape, which were literally floating.

Cool, but I probably shouldn't try to make a house out of sand, it doesn't sound terribly stable. I thought, maybe I'll build it out of wood?

After looking around for a moment, I noticed a tree, and then I laughed.

"Am I really going to punch down a tree?"

But then I realized that I didn't have any better tool on me, although I found a small box with four open spots in it that I hadn't had before. Realizing that I probably didn't have a choice, I decided to actually try punching down the tree. To my surprise, the bottom most block of the tree broke after a few moments of punching and became a smaller version of the a log, just as the sand had. Unlike the sand, however, the parts of the tree above where I had been punching just remained floating in the air. I broke down a few more logs, knowing that just one wouldn't be enough to make something out of.

"So... I have logs. I wonder if I can turn them into planks." I muttered to myself.

I tried to break the block apart with my hands, but I just got two wood blocks, and then the four that I had in total as I tried to pull the pieces apart. I tried to pull those logs apart, but nothing happened. I remembered the square with the four holes in it, so I tried putting a log into it. As I pushed the wood in, it seemed to click into place. I noticed a small button on the side of the box, and I pushed it.

The log turned into exactly what I was looking for: Planks. As I took the small box that representing the planks, I turned them over in my hand. I noticed that, etched into the side of the small box was the number 4. I put two logs together, and looked at them, noticing that the number 2 was now etched into the small box that now represented both.

"That will be useful." I said, and then looked up to check the time. It was already noon, and I realized that I was running out of time. I turned the rest of the logs into planks, and then I tried throw together a house that was two blocks high (three, counting the ceiling, two blocks wide, and two block deep. I had enough planks together three of the four walls, but I didn't have enough for the ceiling, nor enough for the front wall.

Besides, I need a door. I realized. I went and broke down the last wooden block of the tree I'd been punching earlier, and put the planks to a good use: They made the ceiling of the building. I walked a ways, found another tree, and punched it down, as well. I took most of the planks to connect the walls, and then put three of them for the front wall and then one above where I was going to put the door.

I had only two planks, and when I put them in the box, they made four sticks, which looked to be the perfect shape for an axe or a shovel. This was wonderful, but it WASN'T what I was looking for. I walked a short way from my unfinished home, and broke down the nearest tree, and then rushed back to my house. At this rate, I only had a minute or night fell, so I quickly turned the logs to planks. I tried filling each of the slots with a plank, and it made a strange box. I tried setting it down in corner of my house, and opened it. It was just like the two by two set of squares I'd found in my pockets, only it was three by three.

"Hmmm... Well. It seems like things have to be shaped like themselves, so I'll throw planks down in these three squares" I said, inserting a plank in each of the leftmost squares, "And these three."

As I finished my statement, I pushed the planks into the squares adjacent to the first three I'd placed. I then proceeded to push the button, and got a door, which I pushed into the open spot in my house. Just as I did, night fell, and I heard a disturbing rattling noise, that sounded like bones. A ways away from my house, a skeleton walked by.

"I think I'll stay inside for the night..." I muttered, terrified, "I wonder if Kairi and the others are alright..."

Kairi's POV:

The Beginning of the day

I woke up on a small beach, next to water, with a strange, blocky tree growing up next to me. I woke up on my feet, and I felt something heavy in my pocket. I took it out of my pocket. It was a small wooden box with two rows of two empty spaces. On the side, there was a button. I tried to throw it away, it looked as if it was only going to be a burden to me.

As I tossed it, it disappeared, and I felt a weight in my pocket.

"OK, that's REALLY annoying." I said, and punched the tree next to me in irritation. It didn't hurt my hand at all, but a small block of it that I'd punched seemed to crack for a moment, and then immediately was whole again.

"Weird." I muttered, and punched tree a few times more. A smaller block popped as the block from into lots of tiny pieces. It looked exactly like the bigger block, only it had a small number one etched into it. It looked absolutely useless, so I set it down, only to notice that it grew to full size.

"Useful." I smiled, and then I broke the block. I quickly realized that the block was exactly the same size and shape as the holes in the strange object in my pocket. I pushed the block into one of the slots, and noticed the button popped out a little as the block clicked into place. I pushed the button, and the log turned into planks.

"Perfect." I smiled, and noticed the number four was etched into the side of the planks. "I wonder what that means anyway?"

I tried to pull the planks apart, and did so with ease, and then I noticed that each of the planks had the number two etched into them.

"I get it." I smiled, and then broke down the tree, turning the logs into planks. Then, I took the box out, and began playing with ways to line up the planks. Three alignments made the button click out: If I put two planks right above one another on the left or right side, or if I pushed a block into each position. Both of the positions with the planks above one another produced stick with the number 'four' etched into them, and the position that involved filling every slot created a strange box that, when I set it down was like the mysterious object I'd been using, only it had nine slots rather that four of them.

It seems as if its the shape of the object that matters as to what comes out. I bet I could make an axe with the bigger box.

I threw three sticks down, and two planks to the left of the three sticks. Nothing happened, so I replaced the top most stick with a plank. The button 'clicked', and I pressed it again. Sure enough, I now had an axe. I cut down the other two small trees on the beach, and then I decided to go make a hole in the nearby mountain, so that I could have a place to sleep for the night, which, as I looked up at the sky, seemed to be approaching impossibly fast. I placed down two sticks for the handle, and then began placing down three planks right about the two sticks. I placed them from left to right, but just as I said the middle plank, the button clicked.

I pushed it, just to make sure I wasn't making a mistake, and out popped a hoe.

"Alright... Not what wanted." I muttered, and then completed the design I was planning, and pressed the button. Out popped a wooden pick.

"Perfect." I said, and broke the larger box with the axe. Just as I had expected, it created the smaller cube that I needed, and I walked over to the large mountain that was nearby. I took my pick to the stone wall, and I broke the first block in the wall. The stone block broke, but instead of creating a smooth stone block like the ones that made up the wall, it created a rougher stone block.

"That's odd." I muttered, but I shoved the block into my pocket, and made small opening into the cave. After making the opening, which was two blocks high (just high enough for me to fit under it), I dug a hole in the wall that was 3 blocks wide, high, and long. I threw the crafting chest in the corner and made a door that put into the opening. The cave was rather dark, and I knew I was eventually going to have to find a way to light it, but it was already getting dark outside, too, and I had no idea what lurked outside my house.

Sora's POV:

The same time

I backed away from the skeleton, only to back into my own wall. My house was too dark for my taste, but at least it was safe, a haven, protected from the terrifying dark. Maybe it was only protected by thin walls of wood, but it was protected with those walls. If I wasn't so terrified for my own safety, I might have been worried sick about the others, especially Kairi, who I had a crush on.

But as it was, I was scared. I couldn't get far enough from the terrifying monster outside my door, and I could hear a disturbing moaning only a short way from the back wall of my little hut. I had a sudden wave of inspiration of how to get further from the door: I dug out a block next to the wall of my house, and then dug down two blocks in the space next to. Then I dug three blocks out from under my wall. I began digging out the next segment, which I decided to dig one block below the current segment, and I dug it three blocks deep. The last block in the segment was stone, and while it did eventually break beneath my bare hands, it didn't yield a block.

I decided that I should probably make a tool to clear the wall with, and so I quickly made a wooden pickaxe. I only had the chance to dig down a few more blocks down in my odd spirally pattern before my the cave that I'd dug was too dark to see in. This was made worse by the fact that the noises above me were still not getting any quieter.

As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I noticed that one of the nearby blocks had strange, dark spots in it. I broke the block, and out popped what I assumed to be a lump of coal. I took the box out of my pocket, and put one of my remaining two sticks into it. Right above it, I put the lump of coal, and then I pressed the button.

"I hoped so." I smiled, and pulled the four torches out of the box, and used one to light my house, and another to light my cave.

I felt much safer with my cave well light, so I waited out the night. The night dragged on, and on, and on, but eventually the sun broke the horizon. The skeletons and the zombies that roamed around my house caught fire as the sun came up, and after a few moments, they all keeled over and disappeared.

"Alright. Today, I look for Kairi." I said.

Kairi's POV:

The beginning of the night:

As the sun set, the landscape changed. The strange. yet peaceful landscape became dark and disturbing. Outside my door, I could see skeletons and zombies wandering around. My cave had even started to get dark. I looked back over my back wall, and noticed a strange coal like substance. I mined the entire vein of it that had been hidden by this one block, and my pickaxe broke as I broke the last piece of it.

"This time, I'm going to make it out of stone." I said, and I walked over to my crafting chest, into which I put the same ingredients I'd used to make the pickaxe before, but I replaced the planks with the rough stone I'd mined. What I got out was the stone pickaxe I wanted. I took the coal that I had, and set it on top of sticks. Sure enough, out came four torches for every coal I'd put it. This meant I had sixteen torches to use, and I used four of them to light my little cave.

"I hope Sora is OK." I said, lonely in my tiny little cave, "Tomorrow, I'm going to go find him."