MineCrash

Summary: A mysterious force invades Mincraftia shattering the realm's boundaries and causing it to break, alter and shift in order to fix itself. This causes an array of problems for one miner and his soon to be a band of misfit frienemies who join together to save MC. In short- Minecraft is broken- Steve can't remember anything- and his sword is talking- and worse? It calls itself Herobrine.

Prologue: The Void

Steve's heavy eyes slowly pried to a dark blank world around him. He was surround by a cool wave of air that circled around him over and over, it seemed to be keeping him suspended above an endless dark abyss below. His head ached greatly as if an Endermen was knocking him on the forehead with a block of stone, it pounded more as his consciousness grew.

Becoming more aware of his surroundings he sort of fretted, jostling about to see if he could somehow reappear back into his own world and away from 'this' this endless space of nothingness. This void. It resulted in failure of course, just a sore neck from a little too much head turning. This man was confused, where exactly was he and how did he get there? The sad part about all of this confusion was that his memory seemed 'blank' a simple canvas of emptiness, there wasn't anything he could remember except for his home and the basic skills for surviving.

He remembered his name, how he looked, what he wore, what animals used to roam on his turf, but there was also a dark place of gray and a searing bright light that he could not quite explain or piece together with the remnants of his blotchy memory.

It was then he had realized that he was holding something in his hand, but that couldn't be right. His hands were supposed to be soft and fleshy toned but instead were black and scaly. He also he noticed that the item he held was a sword. It was no ordinary sword of sharp iron but a beautiful blue diamond blade that shimmered and shined throughout the darkness, occasionally giving off tiny sparks of white lightning near the hilt that sparked towards the tip.

Though the blade seemed ever so fascinating and mysterious, Steve just could not get over the fact that his hands were so bizarre. The black colored skin and scales went several inches above his wrists and faded into human flesh. They also felt rather cold and jagged, like obsidian. They looked more the hands of an Endermen and that sort of scared the man, he did not remember having any black stuff or Ender-like skin nor claws where his fingers are supposed to be. After a closer observation of the rest of his body he seemed to be normal, or at least he hoped.

After floating in the void for several silent minutes Steve became rather impatient and angry. He was alone and stranded in the middle of nowhere between existence and non-existence and he couldn't remember or seem to find out why and it bugged him. He grew mad enough to violently swing the blade at the emptiness that enclosed him, slashing at air and wasting whatever strength he had. He wanted nothing more then to find answers, to get out of this place, to remember again. The silence alone was enough to drive him mad.

"Where am I?!" … He screamed to a desolate zone, but there was no one there to hear him… or so he thought.

"You are in the void, now silence your tongue human. You shouldn't even be alive."

Steve quickly snapped his head from side to side but he could see no one, just vacant space. "Who-who said that?" He looked above and below, yet there was no one to be seen.

A low growling noise came from out of nowhere but then it softened as Steve hopelessly continued to search his bare environment for anyone that wasn't going to be there. "The sword." The deep voice called out again.

Steve pulled the blade up and held it before him, an eyebrow raised as he began to stare in curiosity. "The sword?" He answered. A low pulse then suddenly could be felt in hand, it gave off a warm glow and lightly pounded as if it was a heartbeat. It instantly illuminated the space around him as it began to talk again.

"Yes. I am the blade, though- this not be my true form. This is only what I have become after the recent event that had- changed me. And you… it seems you have a few changes as well, though not as 'severe'."

"What are you?" His eyes locked onto the sharp ends and he ever so slightly loosened his grip with the pulse growing more stronger.

"You don't remember? Interesting." The blade darkly chucked. "I am the one you will come to hate, to fear, and to permanently yield to… eventually."

"Why? What have I done wrong to- to yo-?" His voice seemed to crack with those words that the sword had just shoved into mind. He was sort of freaked out that a blade was talking and threatening him though he didn't remember anything about the sword or whoever it once was in the first place.

"You did nothing wrong no-, it is just my nature. Nothing personal."

"Why? Can't you just help me get out of this place? Afterwards, we can probably talk this out and make some kind of deal or something but right now I'm so confused and here you are… a sword… that can talk- making death threats for no reason?! Am I dreaming this!?" He felt like ripping his hair out, or tossing the blade into the depths of the unknown. He loosened his grip on the blade again and tempted to let it slip but he couldn't find the strength to release his only companion though it be a violent, murderous one.

The blade noticed it was slightly shifting out of the human's grasp. Making threats was probably the last thing it should be doing right now. "This is no dream mortal, but perhaps I am taking things a little too far right now. In fact, I may have use for you yet."

"Use?"

"I may even allow you to live and even fix your filthy hands, if- you are to help set me free from this prison?"

"Prison?" He mimicked.

"Yes. You want to know why you have those fiendish claws or why I am a blade? Our situations are actually connected. A repulsive being had invaded this world and has disrupted the balance and that is what caused all of this disorder and my transformation into a motionless weapon. It has effected you in a different way but that could change and for the worse if someone doesn't stop that vermin. In this form I cannot do anything, not alone I so solemnly loathe to admit. However, if you agree to follow my orders then we'll vanquish this nuisance once and for all and then possibly set everything right again. I'll be free and you normal. What do you say?"

Steve felt his hand shake a bit, he was unsure of what to do. "I, I don't know if I should trust you. I can't remember anything before hand and you could be making all of this up for all I know. But what choice do I have, I mean… I don't even know how to get out of this place for starters."

"Hhhmmmm, I could fix that- if you make the deal. I could also provide you with more answers for that inquisitive mind of yours. All you have to do is just aid me to my freedom and I'll give you everything you need to be normal and live your ordinary life again. Maybe I could even help you remember?" The voice chuckled again. "So?"

The miner felt a wave of apprehension over come him, making a deal with something that seemed immortal and somewhat sadistic may not be the best idea, but he had no leads of his past to go by and the sword had been with him possibly the entire time he was out cold and likely before he lost his memories. With little choice and the alluring rewards Steve nodded. He needed a start and maybe the sword wasn't as bad as it seemed if it would want to help him and become normal again, they both could benefit from the team up afterall. The sword or whatever it is also might just keep the deal and that would be great if his world is indeed in peril. "Deal." He swallowed.

"Good."

"Now how do we get out of here… umm?"

"Herobrine. That is the name I go by. And do not fear, this won't take long."

Lighting from the blade sparked wildly and it's blots grew quickly, dangerously coming close to the wielder. One large bolt struck into the depths below and the bottomless pit parted, revealing a lush green terrain. The gravity that held Steve up suddenly forced him downwards and he went plummeting towards the world below.

A/N: Yeah, I posted another fic, I just had to get this idea out of my head though. Please review and I hope you enjoyed this chapter and hopefully more to come. I may post another chapter or two before posting the next one for Hero's Bane.

Peace.