Disclaimer: I do not own Minecraft. I do not own the YouTubers either. I do, however, the time pearl, RITFAS, and the OCS (Jake and Lucky).

Welcome to the final chapter of Learning from the Past! I'm not going to have an Author's note at the end, so I'll say this right now:

I want to thank all of my readers for reading this story. I really appreciate your feedback and that you guys have enjoyed this fanfiction. I just cannot describe how much I love you guys. Thank you so much :) *gives more cookies*

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"Wait?! You're leaving me?" Younger Mitch exclaimed after older Mitch whispered his plan to him.

"For now." Older Mitch assured him, even though it was not really the truth. He had not fully explained to his younger self about why he was leaving the fight. Explaining his full plan would take forever for him to understand.

"Just do what you have to do." Older Mitch added. "I trust you, so trust m - hey!" The BajanCanadian swirled around and kicked a zombie to the ground. "Don't touch me." He warned the zombie, pointing a stern finger at it.

"Anyways, stay alive. Run always if you have to. Just distract Herobrine and the mobs. I'll see you later." He said to his younger self before stabbing at the zombie's chest with his sword. Then he sprinted away from the mob storm.

He ran into the forest and passed several trees. After a while, BajanCanadian stopped sprinting and turned around. As he had expected, some mobs had followed him. He dodged a skeleton's arrow and killed the bony sniper before facing the zombies. As he was fighting with his last zombie opponent, he suddenly yowled in pain when sharp agony zapped in his leg. He turned around and noticed another skeleton, preparing another arrow. Then Mitch, who had forgotten about his other enemy, gasped when the zombie grasped him. BajanCanadian shoved the zombie away before it could bite him. He then grabbed the zombie, holding its arms to its sides, and turned to face the skeleton, who had just shot an arrow. The arrow penetrated into Mitch's zombie shield. BajanCanadian let go of the zombie, who collapsed lifelessly onto the ground. Mitch charged at the skeleton, who took a step back, a hand covering its bony mouth, as if surprised. Mitch shoved the skeleton down and, with a low swipe of his sword, severed its skull off.

"Enough of this! Let me go!" He could hear his sword snap. But he immediately brushed its comments aside.

Mitch grinned, but his silent victory was cut short when a hand suddenly grabbed his neck. BajanCanadian clawed at the hand, his panicked breaths becoming shorter with the lack of air.

"I'm not done with you yet!" He heard Herobrine growl. Mitch was suddenly thrown to a tree. He swore under his pained breath. He had asked his younger self for some spare food before announcing his plan to him. BajanCanadian had restored his health with refilled hunger bars. But Herobrine had just drained his health a quarter down again. Herobrine was still toying with Mitch and the BajanCanadian could not find a minute to breathe.

Mitch met bright gazes with Herobrine.

"I hate you so much, you bastard." Mitch snarled with such evil honesty.

"Well, that's not obvious." Herobrine replied sarcastically. "Thanks for the clarification." Then the ghost pounced onto Mitch. Mitch quickly tried to block himself with his sword, hoping that his reflecting strategy would work again, but Herobrine was quicker. Herobrine jabbed into the player's stomach. Mitch exploded into a painful, mercy-begging yelp. The force of Herobrine's strength and the time shock combined together was unbearable pain. It made Mitch's most gruesome deaths in Minecraft seem adorable.

Herobrine then snatched the enchanted sword out of Mitch's weak grip.

"You'll get this back in my perfect time." He said before tucking it into his inventory.

"Finally, out of that idiot's hold." BajanCanadian heard the sword sigh before being put away.

Then the following moment of peace was broken when Herobrine continued delivering punches into Mitch's stomach while cackling evilly.

"This will teach you not to mess with the legendary Herobrine!" He laughed. Mitch shut his eyes tight and gritted his teeth.

After what seemed like forever, Herobrine's punches suddenly stopped. Mitch opened his eyes to see Herobrine and his younger self fighting. Mitch trembled as he stood up, breathing messily.

"Wait, what?" Mitch said confused, watching the fight. Then he noticed his younger self quickly looking away from Herobrine, mouthing "go" before returning his attention to Herobrine. Realization struck Mitch. His younger self, though not knowing Mitch's whole plan, was buying time for him. He would not let that go to waste.

Mitch turned around and sprinted away from Herobrine, his younger self, and the mobs. After running for a while, Mitch stopped and looked back, panting. This should be far away enough, he thought to himself. He did not want to be interrupted by neither a monster nor Herobrine. Mitch set a TNT block down. He pulled out his RITFAS and his eyes widened at its durability. The past Herobrine had already done some serious work with rearranging time. The RITFAS's durability bar was now very low and dull orange. That told Mitch to be quick with his mission. To get it done fast.

Take me to the time Herobrine finished creating RITFAS, he thought to himself before he snapped the RITFAS on the TNT block, igniting it. After a moment of hissing, the TNT exploded, sending a stormy red darkness at Mitch. His heart jumped and his stomach twisted from the terrifying and nauseating display of the effects. He shut his eyes, but doing so sent an epic migraine to his head. The headache poked and pinched his mind, every second more painful that the last. Once BajanCanadian's job was done, he did not want anything to do with RITFAS ever again.

At last, the redstone wormhole faded away, but Mitch's pain did not. But he pushed down his nausea and immediately scanned his surroundings. Trees, trees, and trees. Just like the forest he had just left. It was even nighttime. BajanCanadian raised an eyebrow and then turned around and dashed back to where he had left his younger self, Herobrine, and the mobs. He continued to run until he found himself out of the forest and into a grassy clearing.

Small relief sparked in Mitch. The RITFAS had worked again. He certainly did not want the RITFAS to goof and have to redo the sickening time travel again.

Now, Mitch had to find out where he was going to find this era's RITFAS. He was positive that it had to be near its creator, Herobrine. But where was Herobrine?

His heart about to sink until he realized that he had teleportation powers. But would they work? He had only used them to go to a certain location. And even when he had tracked down his younger self, Mitch had known where his younger self was. Alive, sane Herobrine was a completely different story. Well, worth trying, BajanCanadian told himself.

He closed his eyes and imagined Herobrine, minus the white eyes. Then he snapped his fingers. Mitch opened his eyes but saw that he was still at the border of the forest. The player groaned, "Great. Just great." Now what?

BajanCanadian looked up and spotted a mountain. To his realization, the same mountain that he had climbed on when he had first travelled back in time. The only difference was that the mountain seemed untouched with no mined gaps or placed stairs and other player-made blocks. Nevertheless, though, it was still a good place to look at the land.

Mitch closed his eyes and imagined being on the extreme hill's peak. He snapped his fingers and opened his eyes to find himself engulfed in white light. Once the white light had encased and later release him, Mitch found himself on the mountaintop. He smiled and then looked around at the land below. He jumped in surprise, nearly falling off the mountain.

The land looked far more devastating than it was in the new era of players. Also, the land was alive. Alive with violence. An explosion just went off some where in the trees. More flames were being ignited and wolfing down grass and plants. There was even an untamed lava flow racing down a poor hill.

And last, but not least, were the people in the Overworld-turned Nether. Mitch could only count a handful of them. Not many. But they were yelling, clashing swords, chopping others' heads with axes, shooting arrows, and dying. Dying for good, Mitch added, recalling what players had that these people did not.

What was happening below this mountain was not a game. It was war. No trolls, no haters, no respawning. A true, deadly war.

Mitch remained silent, absorbing all of these negative visuals into his eyes. He was speechless and suddenly, he did not realize he was on top of a mountain anymore. He did not remember that this was the past. All that was at his mind's frontline was that this was death and violence as he had never seen them before.

"ENOUGH!" A voice suddenly boomed. Mitch jumped, gasped, and looked around, realizing once again that he was on an extreme hill in the past.

BajanCanadian turned his gaze back to the ground. All of the warriors had suddenly paused, lowered their weapons down, and looked for the source of the voice. Mitch did so too. Finally, his eyes laid on a single person at the edge of the battlefield. He looked just like the iconic Steve and was in full diamond armor. However, after all of his experience with a certain someone, BajanCanadian knew that that person was not Steve. He could tell by that infamous, disappointed scowl on the doppelganger's face and the sword in his hand. That sword was heavily enchanted with a strong purple gleam.

"Herobrine..." Mitch could here the people below breathe in awe. The young Herobrine walked towards the now calm warriors, glaring at them with his narrowed, living, lavender eyes.

One of the warriors began to approach the miner slowly. Mitch noticed that the warrior was trembling and lifting his sword back up. Suddenly, the warrior leapt at Herobrine, letting out a crazed battle cry.

Herobrine quickly brought his own sword up. The two weapons met. The crazed person and Herobrine fought for a moment until Herobrine managed to impale his sword into the warrior. The warrior froze, icy pain spreading in his wide eyes. Once Herobrine pulled his weapon out, the warrior collapsed dead.

"You will not harm my creator, corrupted!" Mitch sensed Herobrine's sword declare.

"Oh, so you respect him, but not me." BajanCanadian muttered to himself. Mitch would actually love that damn sword if it was kind and loyal to him.

Herobrine looked at the remaining warriors. "If you're going to show off your fighting 'skills,' then don't waste it on this idiotic cause!" He snapped. "Look!" He gestured at all of the items and armor lying on the ground. "These have belonged to people that you've just killed! Usually, once we all die, we try to get our stuff back once we respawn. But guess what? We can't anymore!

"Notch is the real enemy. He has given us life here, but now he's taken it away from us. Yes, it was to get rid of the corruption that started chaos like this. For the greater good. But I deserve my respawning. And I know some of you non-corrupted folks do to! Notch has no right to take and play with our lives to recreate Minecraft into his image!"

As hypocritical as that monologue was, Mitch could not help but feel bad for Herobrine. Surely, BajanCanadian did not want to have his respawning ability taken away as part of one's plan to change the world. Then again, that idea sounded far better than Herobrine's manipulation on him. But still...

"Some of my followers have already cowered down to this unfair change!" Herobrine continued ranting. "But I think we can all convince Notch to undo his deed. After all, who were the ones that tested his world, spotted bugs and glitches for him, and supported him?"

"We were!" Some of the warriors answered in unison, raising their fists in the air. The ones that did not reply, Mitch noticed, were trembling and twitching. Must be the corrupted. But they did not attack, so that must be a good sign. Wow, Herobrine had a way with words.

"Then we can do it again! But this time," Herobrine brought up his shiny sword in the air. He narrowed his lavender eye and, without mercy, added, "We'll do it with force. I've already tried convincing Notch otherwise, and it's obvious that he refused. If we can't tell him to give us our respawning back, we'll make him do it! Right now, the only intelligent war is against Notch and his friends!"

The same non-corrupted warriors cheered. Even some of the corrupted joined in. Herobrine smiled and lowered his sword down again.

"Come with me! I have a faction that we can all live and plan in!" Herobrine waved his free hand and walked away from the battlefield. Most of the people followed, while some of the corrupted stayed where they were. The remaining corrupted looked around and scavenged the items on the ground, as if Herobrine's speech had never happened.

"Huh, interesting." Mitch finally said. He had to admit, Herobrine was motivational. If he was one of those desperate warriors down there, BajanCanadian would had started kissing Herobrine's feet after that speech.

Wait, why am I here again? He suddenly wondered how he came to listen to Herobrine. The answer struck him like an accurate snipe to the head. Right...the time alter. At least I know where he is now. The RITFAS should be nearby. Maybe in that faction Herobrine was talking about.

Mitch imagined himself at the edge of the battlefield that Herobrine and the others have just left. He snapped his fingers and teleported down the mountain. He quickly hid behind a tree, seeing that he had teleported too close to Herobrine and his new followers. BajanCanadian held his breath and kept glancing back at the solitary corrupted until he sensed that all of Herobrine's followers have left. Mitch stepped out from the tree and was about to follow them until a quick idea came to mind. He turned around and scanned the ground. He grabbed the nearest iron sword. There was no diamond and that was the only iron weapon nearby. The durability was also halfway down. However, it would have to do. The player would take anything but that annoying diamond sword for emergency defense.

BajanCanadian followed Herobrine and his followers. He lightly pressed his feet on the ground and moved under nearby tree's shadows while narrowing his eyes slightly, cutting out some of their white light.

Finally, Herobrine's group and Mitch found themselves on faction territory.

"Welcome to my faction. It may be one of the last standing ones, but I know each and everyone of you will make it even stronger." Mitch heard Herobrine announce. Mitch then hid behind the nearest tree. He peaked from the side to see that the new people have already settled in and crafted their own beds for the night.

Mitch did not know much about factions. From what he had heard from experienced players was that faction people work as a team. Their territory was protected by commands, like having items in the territory protected from grievers and thieves and its members could not be harmed within the land.

Fantastic. Hopefully, Mitch's Herobrine powers would prove their usefulness again tonight.

Mitch walked out of his hiding place and stepped closer to the faction. He spotted Herobrine walking away from the group that he had just brought into his home. The newcomers were now socializing and laughing with each other. Not so long ago, they were trying to rip each other apart...

BajanCanadian snuck closer to the faction, keeping his eyes on Herobrine. The celebrity miner was walking towards a small wooden cabin at the left edge of the territory. He noticed that a sign reading "Herobrine's Quarters. Do not enter" on the cabin. Herobrine paused in front of the building's door. He turned around, looking at his surroundings suspiciously with narrowed purple eyes. Fortunately, he did not seem to notice Mitch. Herobrine then opened the cabin's door, quickly went inside, and shut the door.

Mitch scanned the cabin's wall and saw that the back wall - that faced away from the faction - had glass windows. He pictured himself by the cabin's wall, snapped his fingers, and teleported to his desired location.

Mitch shifted towards the back window and peeked inside it. Inside, there was a square room connected to other unseen rooms. It had several chests and crafting tables placed on its cobblestone floor. He saw Herobrine by one chest, placing his sword delicately into it.

"Thank you again for being my trusted weapon." He could hear Herobrine say kindly (surprisingly) to the weapon. "You deserve a rest."

"And you too, Herobrine. It won't be long until you succeed in your plan, sir." The sword purred back.

Why can't you be like that to me? Mitch wanted to say outloud. The sword had been nothing but respectful before it somehow ended up in its master's memorial. Seemed like that attitude had changed when it learned about Mitch and Herobrine' intentions with him. Little shiny bitch.

Herobrine silently closed the chest.

"Herobrine." A new voice flatly uttered. Mitch kneeled closer to the window and spotted a new person in the cabin by the front wall. The person had dark brown hair and leather hunting clothes with redstone dust sprinkled all over his clothes and hair. The guy's eyes were red and filled with some strange expression. Mitch thought he read something grieving in those eyes. The type of negativity that made him feel sorry for that guy.

"What is it? Better be good." Herobrine demanded as his cold self again.

"It's done." The new guy replied, slowly turning his gaze away from Herobrine, slightly wincing and forming a tight fist.

"Really? No flaws? Did you test it?" Herobrine asked, much more light-hearted and hopeful than what he was seconds ago. The unnamed person hesitantly nodded in respond. That guy looked as if he expected Herobrine to beat him up any second now.

"Then I'd love to see it." The miner said. Herobrine then walked towards the corner of two walls, where a wooden button was placed. He pressed the button. Piston sounds were heard and three cobblestones by the button were pulled to the wall. A stairway heading down was revealed. Herobrine and the mysterious person descended down the secret passageway.

BajanCanadian held his breath and waited for a few seconds. Then, he teleported into the room. He shifted towards and down the stairs.

Below the cobblestone floor was a large stone room dimly lit with a few torches. Mitch's eyes then landed on a pile of placed redstone blocks at a corner of the room. He noticed that there was a two-by-two-block space in that stack. A perfect hiding place! BajanCanadian quickly teleported inside that stack before he silently released a long-held breath.

Mitch shifted into the darkest corner of the space, still unconvinced that he was completely safe from being discovered. He began creating a mental picture of the land outside of the faction's territory for an emergency teleportation.

He then peeked out from the redstone pile and observed the basement. There was redstone dust spilt everywhere on the stone floor. There were also several crafting tables and chests by the walls. By the corner to the left of the stairway were two people gathering around a crafting table, their backs against Mitch. One wore a dark cloak. The other had fur-like hair and a tail sticking out of his clothes.

Herobrine and his companion approached the two crafters.

"Where is it?" Herobrine demanded.

The person with the tail turned to face the celebrity, revealing his furry, canine-like face. In his paw-like hands was a flint and steel, but BajanCanadian knew it was not an ordinary item though.

"The RITFAS is complete, sir." The anthropormorphic person stuttered, presenting the time-travelling item before Herobrine. "And it's perfect, j-just like you wanted."

"Perfect, eh?" Herobrine picked up the RITFAS into his own hands. He then shuddered a breath.

"When I hold it, I feel its power." He exclaimed. "But have are you positive that this is safe?"

The cloaked person turned around the face Herobrine. A gasp formed in Mitch's throat and he struggled to choke it down. It was Lucky. Mitch recalled that Lucky used to work for Herobrine to create the RITFAS.

"If you're not convinced, then try it out for yourself." Lucky suggested lightly. BajanCanadian did not know what he should be more surprised about. Lucky's presence or his attitude. He was sure that Lucky would snap at even Herobrine. There was no way this optimistic person can be the untrustworthy miner that Mitch still detested, despite the help he had given him.

"Fine." Herobrine murmured. "It better work." Herobrine set a TNT down before saying, "Take me to the day I created my faction." Once Herobrine ignited the TNT with RITFAS, the other three crafters immediately stepped back from Herobrine and the fizzing block.

The TNT exploded and Herobrine exited out too with its crescent-shaped smoke effect. At the same time, Lucky let out a yelp and collapsed to the floor, groaning. The red-eyed miner and the animal hybrid both jump and fell to his side for support. Even Mitch's heart jerked by Lucky's fall. Then his brain put some sense into him. Mitch should know this by know, after seeing it before and even getting a lecture about it. Lucky had just been Time Slapped.

"Lucky! What's wrong?" The hybrid asked.

"Come on, get up." The red-eyed person added. "Don't pass out on me now."

After a moment, Lucky calmed down and got onto his feet again.

"It was RITFAS. That's what happened!" The red-eyed person exclaimed. "Everytime we tested its earlier versions, at least one person gets hurt like that."

"Makes sense. I remember what happened to Katie." The canine hybrid replied. "The Time Slap erased her memories." He turned to face Lucky. "What about you Lucky? Do your memories feel different?"

"I remember everything." Lucky replied, looking back at the hybrid, revealing the familiar red dots in his green right eye.

"Are you sure?" The red-eyed person asked, concerned. "No corruption? No flashbacks?"

"I'm fine!" Lucky snapped in the tone that Mitch knew and hated. The red-eyed Minecrafter took an alarmed step back.

"Alright, alright." He said. "I'm just worried about you, Lucky. We're best friends."

"I know that." Lucky replied. "But I can handle myself, Jake."

Jake? That rang a bell in Mitch's brain. Finally, memories connected. Jake was that guy who was supposed to go the new world, but he was killed and Mitch took his invitation. Herobrine had went to extremes to lead Mitch into his time alter trap. Jake's death must had been another one of Herobrine's actions.

"Anyways, we can all agree that a side effect happened." Jake continued. "Let's don't tell Herobrine about it, or he'll make us redo this hellish project again. I don't think the side effect is that bad anyway. RITFAS can go on with it. Agreed?"

Lucky and the hybrid nodded in agreement.

"Good idea." Lucky muttered. "I want nothing to do with this stupid project again."

"...why suddenly grumpy?" Jake questioned.

"What do you mean?"

"Well-" Jake stopped once a red figure started to form in the room. It was Herobrine. Once all of his body and colors were back, he looked up, lavender eyes gleaming with glory.

"It worked perfectly!" Herobrine exclaimed. He lifted the RITFAS in the air. "Finally!" Mitch tightened a hand into a fist. Herobrine was acting like he did everything to create the time flint and steel, which he did not.

Herobrine's eyes widened. "Of course!" He lowered it down to his eye level, a wicked grin forming on his face. "This item is not only a device! It is a weapon! It's the future! Notch's deeds can be undone with this! I must tell this hope to my faction!"

"Wait. You're revealing RITFAS to the public? There are corrupted people out there." Jake questioned nervously.

"Why should such a beautiful creation be hiding?" Herobrine snapped. "We only hid it in the past because it was not ready and we couldn't face humiliation of its possible failure. But those work-in-process days are over. We'll be making history!"

Bad history, that will be rewritten worse every time. Mitch could not imagine RITFAS being used across Minecraft. It would be a freaking mess. A time alter on steroids. And what would the corrupted do to time with their crazed ideas? Lucky had told him that he and Jake later turned the RITFAS in and disposed its blueprints because of this feared reason. Mitch sensed that that time would be coming soon.

But BajanCanadian would be there first to take RITFAS and prevent history.

...Wait...will I?

Jake and Lucky were efficient with getting RITFAS out of Herobrine's hands. But even so, that did not stop Herobrine from creating the time alter. Mitch was about to do the same thing - take RITFAS. But would it be for good? BajanCanadian could take RITFAS, but he could not stop Herobrine's motivation to manipulate time. If Herobrine committed insane deeds from killing Jake to harming the new world, then the monster might as well craft RITFAS from scratch for his plan.

Mitch found himself in a familiar place. There was no escape from Herobrine's time alter.

No! No! I've had that thought many times before! And I always find a new backup plan. Mitch told himself. Don't give up. Keep thinking...Now...how could I stop Herobrine's time alter for good?

"However, that history will begin tomorrow." Herobrine continued. "For now, let's get some rest." Herobrine walked towards a chest and set RITFAS inside. Then the miner climbed back up the stairs, with Lucky and the hybrid crafter following. Jake later joined, but not before Mitch noticed him gulping.

Here it goes. Mitch told himself. Time for the hard part. He still had no idea how to assure that his plan would not backfire on him again. This time-travelling adventure was indeed the most frustrating mission he had ever taken. Stupid time alter. Stupid Herobrine.

BajanCanadian continued waiting until the stairway up was shut closed. Mitch teleported outside of his redstone block hiding place. He snuck closer to the chest with RITFAS. The closer he approached the chest, the faster his heart raced. He reached to creak open the chest, but a force shoved his hand back. Darn it. It was the faction territory code. It locked the chests from intruders.

Open this chest. Mitch thought in his head. If teleporting worked with his thoughts, he hoped some other unknown power listened to his mental voice too.

Nothing happened.

Mitch narrowed his eyes in anger. OK, OK, he had heard many tales of Herobrine. Everyone had called him a glitch, able to break Minecraft's rules. Time to see if it was true for Benja.

He reached out to the chest again. The faction power was forcing it back again. Mitch gritted his teeth and pushed his hand harder towards the chest. It was like diving his hand into stubborn sand.

Finally, Mitch grabbed the chest's lid, quickly opened the chest (nearly wincing at the load creak it made), and snatched the RITFAS. He closed the chest shut and immediately tucked the RITFAS into his inventory. He turned his attention at the sealed stairway, sensing if anyone was coming down. After a moment of silence, Mitch concluded that his glitch did not alarm the faction. His heart lifted, but he forced it to calm down. Mitch's task was just only beginning.

Mitch scanned the walls that he had poorly viewed before. He spotted a lone, yellowish paper placed on the wall. He could not see it well in the dim darkness, but he could read the shape of a flint and steel and what he thought was the word "RITFAS." Mitch punched it - against the faction's resistance force again - and the sketch feel into his feet. After collecting it into his inventory, BajanCanadian looked up and waited. He sensed nothing above. He hoped that the silence stuck around, because now, he was going to savage the chests for more content with RITFAS.

BajanCanadian had finally gotten another idea. It involved removing all traces of RITFAS. Blueprints, sketches, books. He credited Jake and Lucky for the idea. Mitch hoped that getting rid of the blueprints would work. He was positive that it would though. He was sure that at least one person would think that the soon-to-be missing blueprints were stolen by another person and the rumor would spread from there. And, if the rest of Herobrine's RITFAS team members were like Lucky, Jake, and the hybrid, they would not bring the topic back out. Mitch, for one, would never want to recall a painful experience like creating RITFAS.

Mitch needed to erase two things in the past. First thing, RITFAS and its related content. Second, Herobrine's motivation to create the time alter. The second task was what BajanCanadian dreaded for.

Mitch went through all of the chests for more blueprints and sketches. Whenever he found anything suspicious, he immediately tucked it into his inventory. Mitch assumed that all of RITFAS' blueprints were only in this basement, kept a secret like product itself. So he hoped that there were no other traces to RITFAS in other locations, or at least not enough to ring a bell for Herobrine.

BajanCanadian finished searching through the last chest. After closing the chest shut, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Mitch pulled out from his inventory his RITFAS, noticeably different from the new one by its abating durability.

Time to try something new. Hopefully, this will be as easy as learning how to teleport and cheat the faction system. Mitch imagined himself outside of the cabin, but away from anyone's sight. He snapped his fingers and teleported back in the forest, behind the cabin again. Mitch shifted towards the edge of the cabin and peeked out. Some of the faction people were gone. Probably in bed somewhere in other buildings. Mitch grinned when he spotted Herobrine, still outside and exchanging words with an armed person. Mitch clenched his RITFAS as he watched Herobrine. Once the celebrity and the armed person stopped talking, and the armed person retired into a cabin, Mitch relaxed.

He needed to get rid of the Herobrine's seeds of motivation that would later blossom into the time alter. Even if Mitch stole the RITFAS, preventing the plan, Herobrine would still be targeting Mitch in the present. Herobrine knew that he could take BajanCanadian with the RITFAS because he knew that it existed. He knew that his crazy time-shifting plan was possible.

That was why Mitch had to erase Herobrine's memory. If Herobrine did not know about RITFAS and its past, he would not think about possessing Mitch through time-travelling and altering. BajanCanadian was sure that he was far away from the time alter's boundaries and triggers. Any mistakes here would not scar his quest. Erasing Herobrine's memories about time-travelling would end everything. No more time alters. No more confusion. And no more Herobrine and BC. BajanCanadian could get his old life back. And I will!

Like the way Herobrine created his time alter plan because he knew he could time travel, Mitch planed to erase Herobrine's memories because he knew he could. Herobrine had told him about a memory power that he had used for his plan, with some help with RITFAS and its Time Slap. He could protect, alter, and erase memories. Mitch was sure that he possessed those same powers for his plan.

For safety, he needed Herobrine alone and away from the faction. As much of a risk he would take with the memory power, Mitch knew just simply going out there and kidnapping Herobrine was dangerous. He needed to draw Herobrine out of the faction and to him without arousing other faction members. Herobrine was still outside and looking out into the forest beyond. Mitch exhaled an anxious breath and wiped some sweat off his forehead. Let's do this.

Still behind the safety of the cabin's wall, he dug out a grass block and then placed it back in. Once the dirt block sounds chipped the silent air, Mitch looked out to see that Herobrine perked up and looked around. Mitch heard or saw no one else awakening and coming out, which pulled a heavy weight off of BajanCanadian.

He dug out and placed down the grass block several more times until he heard footsteps approaching him. Mitch faced the left of the cabin, where he heard the footsteps and wiped his hands on his black hoodie. He bend down into a striking position.

Once he saw Herobrine walk behind the cabin, BajanCanadian pounced and tackled Herobrine down. Mitch's left hand immediately searched for Herobrine's mouth and after finding it, clamped it shut. His right arm wrapped around Herobrine. A furious Herobrine jerked back and forth, but Mitch held his grasp on him. He had to admit, though, this living Herobrine was weaker that the ghost Herobrine, but still not easy to take down. Mitch winced when he felt a strong bite pinch down in his right palm. He then used his legs to wrap around Herobrine. He freed his right hand and punch it into Herobrine's face with all of his force. Herobrine suddenly stopped squirming and lolled his head back, his lavender eyes blank. Mitch was about to hit Herobrine again, but his brain quickly leashed his Hunger Games instincts back. He needed Herobrine unconscious, not dead.

BajanCanadian set Herobrine lying on the grass. He looked around and saw that no one still was out. Mitch pulled his RITFAS out of his inventory.

Despite Herobrine being harmless, Mitch's heart raced. Oh, please work, he silently prayed. He tightened his grasp, though his hands were getting sweaty.

RITFAS, I want to erase Herobrine's memories. Just some of it! Not all of it. He pleaded confusingly in his mind, hoping that the memory power worked similar to the teleportation.

That was when he really felt the RITFAS humming. Mitch had grown used to the energy-tingling feel of the RITFAS. However, the time flint and steel was really buzzing now, as if it was forcing its way out of Mitch's grasp. BajanCanadian had to turn his gaze to the RITFAS and gasped to see it illuminating a blue light. He instantly recalled the memory orb that Herobrine had showed him when Mitch was under his control. The color of the light was exactly like the memory orb. That made Mitch feel like he was doing the right thing.

...What else did Herobrine do to him with the memory spell?

Did Herobrine grab his arm after Mitch drank that potion? But that was to copy his memories, not erase them. Nevertheless, worth a try. Mitch did so by using his left hand to grab Herobrine's left shoulder.

Wait...what do I do now? I don't feel anything. What do I do? What was he supposed to think? How was he supposed to break into Herobrine's memories and change them?

By the end of that thought, Mitch gasped when white flashed before his eyes. The white that blocked out the forest and faction faded away again, but left something behind. Displayed before Mitch was a menu-like screen. Mitch turned his head to the right. The menu followed him, still at the center of his vision. He turned his head to the left and the menu still followed him.

Mitch was not completely confused since he had seen menus like this before. Like the menu Mitch had escaped to for options and disconnecting from the server. Or like the death menu Mitch received whenever he died, giving him the choice between respawn and disconnecting.

However, then menu was an eye-catcher because it looked very different from the ones Mitch was used too. First of all, Mitch could move with this menu present, unlike the others. Also, instead of gray stony selections, the menu's divisions were outlined with glowing blue. The same color of the memory power. And finally, rather than plain text, the menu's choices were moving images, arranged side-by-side, some choices even stretched out his point of view. Each image contained young Herobrine.

Herobrine's memories. I...I did it! I just had to think about it! But now what? ...RITFAS.

Mitch scanned the menu for any sightings of a familiar redstone-covered flint and steel. Nothing in the memories before him, but he knew that the rest of Herobrine's past was cut off from his view. How do I reach those? Mitch tried turning his head, but the whole menu followed without revealing the hidden memories. Then Mitch remained still and shifted his "blank pupils" to the right. Then the memories began sliding to the left, removing the present memories and showing new ones.

BajanCanadian's gaze quickly centered when he spotted Herobrine drawing a sketch of RITFAS. The menu stopping moving and most of its present memories seemed to be about the time-travelling item. Sketching. Talking to members of the project, including Jake and Lucky. Mining redstone. And testing RITFAS' earlier versions. He double-checked the memories to the left and found out that this was the beginning of the memories Mitch wanted.

Now how do I erase these? Mitch brought his RITFAS up to his eyes, not wanting to tear his sight from the memories. He had heard Herobrine about to mention the Time Slap in his lecture about the memory protection. Mitch had not recall it much until now. RITFAS somehow had to help him with this. But he just did not know how to use it, let alone erase - not protect - memories.

Mitch poked the first memory with the flint and steel. Nothing happened. Then he tried reaching at it with his bare hand, as if he could just simply rip the memory out of Herobrine. However, the whole menu jumped out of Mitch's grasp. It only came closer again when Mitch lowered his hand. So it only liked RITFAS, huh?

Then he left-clicked on the memory with the RITFAS. Something happened.

The memory began to shudder. The moving image blinked with buzzing breakdowns. Then, it was completely replaced with a new moving image of redstone repeaters and a piston in process. The piston was facing the edge of its image. The redstone mechanics did nothing but constantly activate and deactivate the piston, which was pushing nothing but air.

And then, when the piston pushed again, something popped out of the moving image. Another moving image of Herobrine sketching RITFAS, which suddenly morphed into a tiny blue orb and approached Mitch. The image with the redstone and piston returned to Herobrine's moving memory.

What was that? The blue orb now placed itself onto Mitch's hand and faded away. BajanCanadian stared at it until something rang a bell in him.

He had just copied Herobrine's memory. The blue orb was the copy of the memory, just like the one Herobrine had presented to him and could have given to young Mitch in the present.

And it also seemed to make sense. The memory turned into a redstone mechanic before it copied itself. Or should he say, duplicated. Mitch could not put a finger on it at first, but he recognized the redstone machine from a lecture that Logdotzip had given him about a block duplication glitch triggered by redstone. RITFAS was redstone. Seemed like the same glitch did not work for just blocks.

That would of been great if Mitch wanted to copy Herobrine's memory. He needed the memory erased.

BajanCanadian had left-clicked to copy the memory. And if copying was the opposite of erasing, then left-click was the opposite to...

Mitch right-clicked the same memory. It immediately burst into flames. A moment later, the cackling fire despawned, taking the memory with it.

Now we're talking! Mitch smiled at his new discovery. Finally! He could erase Herobrine's memory now! The memory had to be burnt to be erased. Oh, come on! It was freaking flint and steel! It made total sense.

Satisfied with the rest of his task simplified, Mitch continued editing Herobrine's memories. He glided through the memories and ignited anything that showed or said anything about the insane time-travelling flint and steel. When Mitch's bright eyes landed on the memories of Herobrine with Lucky, Jake, and the furry crafter in the basement, he knew that he was almost done with ridding RITFAS from Herobrine's brain. He quickened the pace to ignite the memories and he swore he accidently erased one memory that did not involve RITFAS. He had no idea how to recover lost memories, but at the same time, he did not care. Why should he care about the man who had enslaved him into time? Mitch just hoped that this idea would work.

Mitch's heart soared once he ignited the memory of Herobrine placing RITFAS into the chest and the memory of Mitch attacking him, the last of Herobrine's memories that he had to erase. He beamed as if he had just won more than the Hunger Games. Right now, he felt like he could rule Minecraft. He felt free.

But there was one last task to take care of.

So, I'm done. How do I get out of here? BajanCanadian could not escape this memory menu. And he wondered if he had to press any save button to make his changes permanent. Maybe he should try thinking of his command again.

OK, I'm done. Get me out of here. And...keep the changes I made? It worked. The menu of memories faded away like fog exposed in sunlight. Mitch found himself in the forest again. He looked down and noticed that his left hand, which had released Herobrine's shoulder during the memory erasing, was grasping Herobrine again. His right hand with RITFAS was also by his side again, as if he had not done anything with it at all. Mitch remembered that he was in this position before he entered that menu. All of that editing must had been done in his mind, not actually in real life. He wondered if any time had passed while he was doing that too.

He also wondered if all of that memory erasing worked. Would Herobrine really forget everything about RITFAS? BajanCanadian looked at Herobrine, who was still unconscious. Then, he spotted red dots forming in Herobrine's right lavender eye. He had been Time with the Time Slap on Mitch, then young Herobrine should have red dots in his eye too, which he did. And that made BajanCanadian's spirit soar. The mysterious red dots that Mitch once suspected were a sign that his memory power had worked. Herobrine would be completely clueless about RITFAS now, thus he could not plan his time alter in the future.

Now for the easy part.

BajanCanadian put RITFAS back in his inventory picked up Herobrine. First, he needed to take the miner back to the faction. Hoping that teleporting works while holding someone, Mitch imagined being in Herobrine's cabin. He managed to snap his fingers under the weight of Herobrine. Mitch teleported into the cabin, with empty arms. Crap! Mitch turned to face the back wall's window, seeing Herobrine fall back on the ground.

The young miner suddenly jerked up awake with a gasp after his fall. With his light purple eyes full of shocked activity, Herobrine looked around the forest. "What? Huh? Where am I?" Herobrine wondered. He stood up, scanned the wilderness for a moment, and then turned towards the cabin. Mitch quickly duck under the window before Herobrine had turned to face the cabin. With his recently joyous heart being tightened by panic again, Mitch quickly imagined being outside of the forest, far away from Herobrine's faction. He snapped his fingers sloppily and teleported cursorily out of the cabin.

BajanCanadian exhaled his held breath by the time he found himself exposed to grass blocks and trees, but no faction. He was positive that Herobrine had not spotted him. He really did not want to face Herobrine, seeing that this infamous miner was as ruthless as his ghostly future self. Mitch would hate to see his efforts to stop the time alter go down the drain again if Herobrine had spotted him. Hopefully, Herobrine's suddenly awake on the forest floor would not affect Mitch's plan.

Mitch took another minute to breath before looking around. Now, where was he going to dispose of the RITFAS and its blueprints? Lava? Well, it was the quickest way. And after that recent close call, Mitch wanted to get this job done as soon as possible.

Mitch imagined being beside a lava pool, somewhere in the Overworld, away from monsters and other living people. He snapped his fingers and the forest faded to white.

The dark forest was replaced with a plain biome. There were barely any trees and hills that BajanCanadian could see the night sky clearly without any blocks to ruin the view. However, he did not look at the sky, because something else immediately caught his attention, and irritated it. There was a lava pool in front of him. The lava's bright glow made Mitch's eyes water, and the player had to turn away from the light, realizing how long his eyes had been in the dark.

After blinking and drying his eyes, Mitch looked back at the pool. It was bordered by smooth stone and was a decent size for a surface lava pit. About the size of an average house's base. But who cared? Mitch just wanted to lava to get rid of RITFAS, once and for all.

Mitch started by tossing a journal about RITFAS's previous failed versions into the lava. The item hissed like an ill creeper as it sank into the lava, never to be seen again. He continued throwing the rest of the prints and information into the lava source. He was thinking of destroying RITFAS last, since it was going to be the best part.

Finally, BajanCanadian was about to throw the young, stolen RITFAS into the lava when he heard a gasp. Mitch slowly turned around and his white gaze met with another pair of bright eyes. Mitch gasped, almost stumbling into the lava pool. The recently grown wings of his heart withered away, lowering his spirits again, thanks to the sight of this ghostly villain.

"What are you doing?! How?!" Herobrine shrieked, his wide white eyes flashing in anger and shock.

"W-what?!" Mitch could only stutter back. This was impossible! The living Herobrine could not have suddenly died and turned into a ghost, let alone be this shock at this sight. And the time-traveling ghost Herobrine, as this Herobrine seemed to be, should not be here. He should be in the early past, redoing the time alter!

"Stop it, Mitch!" Herobrine demanded, bringing a hand forward, as if he wanted BajanCanadian to hand the RITFAS over. "I command you to stop!" Mitch remained silent, even more confused. Then, Herobrine's strict face shifted into one of bewilderment.

"Why aren't you obeying? The possession potion should work with those white eyes." The ghost mumbled. Mitch shifted back, slowly moving around the lava pool, his cautious gaze glued onto Herobrine.

"H-how are you here?" BajanCanadian finally managed to ask.

"I could ask you the same thing." Herobrine growled in reply. "But I think you already know the answer, since you are doing what I came to do."

Mitch gasp, stopped moving, and looked down at the RITFAS that he was about to dispose of forever.

"Wait, you came to destroy RITFAS?" BajanCanadian asked in awe.

"No, I came to steal it." Herobrine answered. "Well, borrow it. I need it for a plan that I assume you're familiar with, based on your existence here in your ghost form. But before my plan starts, I need to see my soon-to-be-partner, my younger self. And before I see my younger self, I need to give him his tool: the RITFAS."

This Herobrine is from my time. The present day Herobrine. This Herobrine was not as menacing as his past self, but it was his idea to create the time alter. Mitch also knew that the two ghosts had to contact each other through time via time travel, based off what the past Herobrine had said.

And then, Herobrine pulled out an item and presented it go Mitch. Mitch's white eyes widened as he scanned and identified the object. It took him a second, but now the object's spherical shape and liquid blue center with redstone dust were all familiar.

"You have a time pearl?!" BajanCanadian exclaimed. Then Herobrine pulled out two more time pearls with his other hand.

"Three of them. Well, I had a fourth, but I glitched it so it can have the Time Slap effect. I'm actually grateful that those pathetic crafters kept the effect in RITFAS." Herobrine said. "When my time-altering plan spawned into my mind, I spent nights trying to recreate RITFAS. I thank the Ender Dragon and its army for generously helping me create a more efficient device: the time pearl. However, for the sake of my plan, I had to alter a certain player's memory and make him think that he created the time pearl so the time alter could be set in place. That glitched time pearl was fantastic with helping me alter his memories."

"Seto..."

"Yes. But unfortunately, I knew that my plan needed more than three time travels, so I need the RITFAS for my younger self and I to use unlimited times. That's why I came here. To take RITFAS. And after that, I'll time pearl to the rise of my younger ghost self and tell him my plan. Then I'll give RITFAS to him, and time pearl back to the present to do my part of the plan. And once we're done with the plan, I'll take RITFAS, repair it back to full duration with an anvil, and put it back in the chest where and when I would have found it, in my living self's cabin the second after I have stolen it."

Only to have it turned in by Jake, and later given to me by Lucky. Well, that is, if I hadn't taken it first. Mitch thought. He was surprised by how easily he was able to connect everything faster than last time he was confused. However, he let his guard down as he put his thoughts together.

Suddenly, Herobrine charged at him and pinned him to the ground. Mitch yelped by the pain of hitting the stone ground and the time shock of Herobrine's touch.

"However, with you somehow here, knowing everything, and having RITFAS, that won't happen!" Herobrine growled in conclusion. "Thank you for letting me know of your intentions to destroy my beautiful creation, which you will never do!" Herobrine snatched the RITFAS out of BajanCanadian's grasp. Mitch forced his current pain down and grabbed Herobrine's shirt, and punched his face.

With Herobrine stunned, Mitch grabbed RITFAS again, scooted away from the ghost, and tucked the device into his black hoodie again. After recovering, Herobrine snarled.

"Fine then. Fight me. For it will be the last time you define me!" The ghost charged at Mitch. This time, BajanCanadian did not feel Herobrine's dreadful potion possessing him, but his PVP skills taking over. He dodged Herobrine's charge. He delivered another punch at Herobrine's face when his opponent turned around. Mitch blocked a kick, but was ambushed by Herobrine suddenly punching him in the stomach, sending him flying back to the ground.

As Mitch painfully looked up, eyes narrowed, he asked, "How did you even find me?"

"I have efficient teleporting skills." Herobrine replied as he slowly approached the weakened player. "I went to my old cabin to find RITFAS and everything else missing. My teleporting power led me here."

"I wish they didn't." Mitch grumbled as he got up, clenching on his wounded side.

Herobrine then charged up to Mitch, aiming a fist. Mitch lifted up a hand and blocked the punch, but then Herobrine immediately brought his other hand up, and grabbed Mitch's neck. BajanCanadian gagged, his lungs desperate for air and the time shock more painful than before.

"Hand over the RITFAS and I'll forgive your pathetic comments." Herobrine threatened. Anger sparked in Mitch. He did not want to face Herobrine in his task to destroy RITFAS. It seemed like easy ways always had those insane obstacles.

Well, if Mitch was going to fight Herobrine again, he would do it smart. He brought up his leg and kicked Herobrine in the stomach. The ghost winced but did not let go. Instead he tightened his grasp. BajanCanadian could barely breath anymore and his heart raced. Damn it...

"Fine. Then let's see how long it take me to kill you, player. I'll be taking RITFAS after your death. Even ghosts have to die out." What made Herobrine's threat frightening was that Mitch was not really a ghost. He had respawning and was very well alive. And seeing that it took forever to weaken Herobrine, a player's health span seemed way shorter than a ghost's.

BajanCanadian attempted to kick Herobrine again, but his energy was draining away. Finally, his lack of air began taking out his hearts, one by one. Herobrine grinned deviously. However, Mitch continued to fight back, no matter how weak he was. He was not going to give in aga-

"Ahhh!" Herobrine suddenly released Mitch, who fell back on the ground. BajanCanadian immediately took a gulp of air, and then a migraine swarmed into his head. He cried, clutching his hair and rolling on the ground. He looked up to see Herobrine in pain, bending down with his hands at his temple as well. Heat was bubbling in Mitch's blood. A familiar feeling, yet something he would never get used too.

"Damnit, not this again!" BajanCanadian cursed. He hated the migraine and the heat running in his veins that came whenever time goofed. But now, it was more intense than ever.

And to top if off, his vision started to flash white. Not just once, but several times. And even when Mitch was able to see Minecraft through the whiteness, all he saw was a dizzying, swirling world and imaginary redstone dust dancing everywhere.

"What's happening?!" Mitch cried. He knew it had something to do with the time alter, but that was all that his now chained up brain processed for him.

"What...what have you done?!" Herobrine shouted through the silent uproaring of Mitch's pain.

"N-nothing!" Mitch yelled back. He then realized that unlike the last time change, Herobrine was experiencing the pain too.

"It's RITFAS. It's been overused!"

"What?"

"Damn those Time Slaps!" Herobrine swore. "Having a mind on their own. Sometimes changing the course of the future. Several of them had ruined our plan and we had to start from scratch many times!"

What was he talking about? Mitch wanted to know, but his thought process was becoming blended and swirled like the world before his eyes.

He forced himself to look up. He saw the orange and red spiral of the lava pool and what seemed to be Herobrine, who was now down to his knees.

Finally, an idea managed to flee from the hell that Mitch's head had become. Now's my chance.

Mitch began to crawl towards the lava pool. The more he moved, the more the buzz in his mind intensified. Mitch wanted it to stop, tears of pain running down his ghostly eyes. He felt even some of the teardrops vaporizing from the heat of his bright orbs. Then, his vision began to fade into white, slowly and slowly turning lighter and lighter. Mitch just throught, no! He had to get this done before he went blind from this flash.

BajanCanadian put another hand forward, but his fingers landed on the molten maleficent entity. Mitch hissed, drawing his hand instantly back. The touch of the burning lava seemed to heat up the warmth in his pained body more.

Mitch weakly used his other hand to take the new RITFAS out. He brought it up to his face. He could not see it very well, a blurry swirl of silver, gray, and red. His vision had began to blur when his tear really started to stream down.

"Good-goodbye." Mitch whispered to the vile device. He tossed it forward. He saw the silver and red swirl spiral into the air, towards the lava swirl. The RITFAS collided with the molten star, and sank inside, ending with a sizzle.

That was all that he saw until the growing white encaged him. But the lava hiss was not the last thing he heard. Just as Mitch could barely see the biome and lava, he heard Herobrine call, "No! Don't think this is over Mitch! I will get you! You will see!" However, those words did not sink into Mitch as fast as the RITFAS did to the lava...

Blackness in white...

Loading Minecraft

Connecting world...

Mitch jerked up awake with a gasp, as if he had not breathed while he was unconscious. He panted as he observed his surroundings. Wooden walls and familiar furniture. Through a window, he saw that it was morning. BajanCanadian looked down and saw that was he sitting on a bed.

My house. Yes, he was home. But...what happened? Herobrine, RITFAS, that huge headache. What happened to all of that? Had everything just been a dream? It better not be a dream, because what the hell.

Did the time alter stop? His fresh brain thought, free of the migraine to limit its function. Is this...the day everything happened? When I found out about the time alter? Well, only one way to find out.

Mitch got up his bed and stretched his muscles. He was about to snatch some food for breakfast out of a chest when he paused to realize the sleeve of his hoodie. He brought the fabric closer to his eyes, making sure that it was a red-and-black checkered pattern that he saw. He looked down at the rest of his hoodie and found out it was the style that he liked.

Quickly, Mitch headed to the mirror by his bed. He beamed back at the brown-eyed BajanCanadian staring back at him. He also noticed how his right eye was clear of those redstone dots. Mitch forced himself to looked away and face the wall where he put his pictures on. He scanned them all and recognized each and every one of them as they should be. Finally, Mitch walked towards a chest by his crafting table. When he opened it, he saw a bundle of several potions.

Great. I'm normal and my house is normal. Mitch told himself after closing the chest. I need to see my friends soon. Only they will prove if this is the present that I want. And if this is the unaltered world...what happened to the altered one?

Mitch's mind was a mess from all of this. Yes, he was happy that everything seemed normal now. However, he could not help but wonder. What happened to RITFAS? The time alter? Herobrine? Did everything that he did to stop the time alter really happened? It was so hard to believe that before he woke up, all of that time altering and travelling had happened. And if it did happen, how did he remember all of this? How? How?

OK, what happened before I came back? Mitch dug into his memories and recalled the brutal migraine and nausea. He shut his eyes tight, concentrating, until he fished something out of his dazed memories. Herobrine, who experienced the headache too, had said something about RITFAS being overused and the Time Slap. OK, OK, what else? BC disappearing. Mob army weakening.

...Then BajanCanadian remembered when Lucky had given him the RITFAS. Had the miner warned something about the RITFAS while Mitch went to the present to stop his younger self from stealing Seto's time pearl? Something about using RITFAS too much?

Finally, a theory snapped in Mitch's mind. RITFAS came with a side effect of the Time Slap, altering a person's character. Mitch recalled all the times RITFAS had been used. He had used it three times, including erasing Herobrine's memories. And who knew how many times Herobrine and Lucky had used it. Each usage produced a Time Slap.

Perhaps in one of those Time Slaps had affected someone important, that it changed the course of time. Could that be it? Was that why Mitch and Herobrine suddenly got headaches? Was it all because a Time Slap had affected time, thus affected the two time travelers? What that Time Slap changed, Mitch did not know.

...He was glad that his determination destroyed RITFAS before whatever unpredictable time alter had happened. By destroying the recently crafted RITFAS, he stopped all of the time alters, including the one that started his frustrating journey.

Well, Mitch did stop the time alter. He succeeded his mission. But that did not help him answer his other two questions. He still wondered if the time alter was real. And how he remembered everything, considering that the time alter and all of the time-travelling stuff had never happened. Destroying RITFAS meant stopping Herobrine's plan. And the oblivion of Herobrine's plan should forbid Mitch's time-travelling experience to exist and be remembered. Yet, he remembered it all so well...

"Honk!" Mitch looked out of the window, searching for any sights of Jeffery, until something clicked. This is the day the I should have noticed the time alter...Hunger Games. BajanCanadian quickly grabbed a breakfast, got outside, and sprinted to the urban area. Mitch's heart raced. Not because of the jog, but about meeting his bacca friend. Sure, the pictures on the wall and Seto's potion were convincing, but an unaltered Jerome would make Mitch finally believe that he stopped the time alter for good.

"Hey Mitch." "Hey dood." Pedestrians greeted BajanCanadian once he arrived to the urban hub. Mitch gave everyone a nod as a reply but did not stop running.

Finally, Mitch arrived at the Hunger Games arena. Jerome was outside. Mitch began to slow down and carefully approached Jerome, as if the bacca was a charged creeper ready to blow.

Jerome turned around and faced BajanCanadian. And a smile formed on his fluffy face.

"Hey, buddy!" Jerome greeted. Suddenly, Jerome was now longer the charged creeper. The prison encaging Mitch's spirit was. And it just exploded, setting Mitch's spirit free.

"Hey, biggums." Mitch replied, now smiling back.

"I already gave Betty to the Gamemakers." Jerome said, gesturing to the arena. "She'll be put in a nice chest in the arena."

"That's good."

"...what's wrong, Mitch?" Jerome narrowed his eyes. "You don't look so good."

"Nah, just didn't sleep well last night." Mitch's little lie actually felt so honest, though. "The Hunger Games will wake me, so don't worry."

"Oh, alright then."

Mitch was about to say something else, until he heard a familiar voice.

"And then AntVenom pulled out a majestic butter ingot and taunted me with it. That was when I finally jumped, and I actually made the jump, and Ant was all speechless. He thought I was gonna fall and freak out." BajanCanadian turned around to see Sky and SSundee walking by, socializing to each other.

"Hmm, that's nice, dood." Ian replied, impressed. "Especially since that was ladder parkour."

"Yeah, but then Ant freaking threw the butter into the Void!" Sky hissed. "Why? Why would he do such a thing?!" Ian patted Adam's shoulder.

Mitch smiled even more. These were the Sky and SSundee that he knew. And Mitch assumed that Seto must be the sorcerer he knew too, considering the potions that were in his chest. Jerome, Ian, Adam, and Seto.

Finally, Mitch could admit it to himself. He did it! He stopped Herobrine! He stopped the time alter!

Another question answered, but one more kept itching at his mind. He still pondered if the time alter and his mission was real or not. Sure, with his life back to the way it was, it was no big deal, but still. And Mitch was struggling to produce an answer for his curiosity.

An alarm went off. Mitch and Jerome looked up.

"Hunger Deans!" Jerome exclaimed. "Come on, Mitch. Let's go!" The bacca raced into the arena. Mitch chuckled and followed his friend. Reflecting had to wait. It was great to be home.

"GG!"

Mitch and Jerome fist-bumped each other once the Game had ended with Jerome as the winner.

"You did good." BajanCanadian said, being his old self again.

"Thanks, buddy." Jerome replied, polishing Betty's head. "I just love the Games."

"Me too." Mitch said. "So...what's next on our schedule?" He had completely forgotten about his plans for the day since the time alter mission had consumed most of his thoughts now. The unbelievable memories were set aside for this recent minigame experience, but it was still fresh, refusing to be step back from the mind's frontline.

"We have to meet Jason for parkour." Jerome answered. "Jason said his ship will land here to pick us up." Mitch looked at the sky. No sign of the Minecraftuniverse ship yet.

"OK, thanks." BajanCanadian replied.

"Well, I have to go. I need to meet SSundee for something. See you at parkour!" Jerome waved goodbye and walked away.

"See ya!" Mitch waved back. Might as well use this time to clear my mind more. Maybe a walk around the lobby will do.

Mitch walked around the hub, obsorbing everything he saw. He never realized how much he had longed for his old life until now. He felt like he should be more happy, but yet could not pull that emotion out, because something kept bugging him. All of those memories of the frustrating mission and time alters. Why? Why did Mitch had to remember of events that never happened? He needed more distractions. He needed to push these non-existing, but living, nightmares to the back of his head to completely enjoy himself.

"Hey, Mitch." BajanCanadian looked to his right to see Seto walking up to him.

"Hey, Seto." Mitch greeted back. He was reminded again that Seto was also back to his old self without the time alter around.

Then Mitch noticed redstone block in Seto's hand.

"What's...that redstone for?" Mitch asked. He was surprised that he had to force some fear down to say that. He had actually grown a slight fear of redstone, thanks to a certain time-traveling mission. Redstone meant time-travelling trouble.

"Yeah, I don't really use redstone." Seto replied. "But, I need them just for a project I'm working on."

"A project?" OK, Mitch was starting to get nervous. However, he needed to know that Seto was up to. "What's your project about?"

"Alright," Seto began, taking a breath. "I've kept this project a secret and planned to tell Team Crafted later. And I know it will sound crazy, but I'm trying to craft something I call a time pearl: a tool with the ability to travel across time."

"Really? How?" Mitch already knew the answer from the altered present, but he was willing to listen. He needed to find out how the time pearl slipped into his unaltered life. Herobrine had told him that the time pearl was his work, so the device should not be here.

"It's just a test," Seto replied. "But, so far, my crafting recipe contains two potions of swiftness - "

"You brewed those potions, right? You didn't buy them from someone?"

"Of course I did! Why would I buy them when brewing's my main hobby? Anyways, the recipe has the potions, an ender pearl, some diamonds, and six stacks of redstone. And that recipe only makes one item."

"Wow! That's a lot!" Mitch exclaimed to make the conversation more believable.

"Collecting the supplies was actually why you found me in the Nether yesterday." Seto added. "I was using the dimension as the shortcut to a redstone mine. But, the Ghasts had other ideas."

"How does the time pearl work?"

Seto began lecturing Mitch about how the time pearl would use lag to transport a person to one time to another.

"That's genius! I think it would actually work." Mitch commented. "But...where did you get the idea? Did someone else try it before or something?"

"No, never heard of another attempt to time travel before." Seto responded. Mitch wanted to sigh in relief. Great, no RITFAS.

"The idea of the time pearl just popped into my head." Seto continued. "I just woke up one morning, realized about this idea, and started gathering materials."

"Hmm, I see." BajanCanadian replied. So it was true. He understood now. The time pearl had lived on, but it was not dangerous, for it was no longer the trigger of the ceased time alter. And Mitch also knew why the time pearl was still existing.

Herobrine had told him that he had altered Seto's memories to make him think he had created the time pearl. The memory power required the Time Slap, which had performed its unpredictable effect once again. The Time Slap caused Seto's altered memory to stay, despite Herobrine's plan formed to oblivion, including the sorcerer's memory to be altered in the first place.

And Mitch knew that it was true because the same happened to him.

He remembered his nonexistent adventure so clearly because of the Time Slap Herobrine had used to protect Mitch's memories at the beginning of the time alter's "awakening." Sure, SSundee seemed completely like himself, despite being Time Slapped in the altered past. Mitch could not answer how SSundee's personality reverted back to normal. But a normal, personality-changing Time Slap was a completely different story from the exclusive, memory-changing one. Mitch should also asked what happened to the red dots in his eye, because of the Time Slap. Then again, Seto did not have them either.

He was sure that he would never fully understand the power of RITFAS' pesky side effect. However, Mitch could accept on thing.

The Time Slap within him was going to stay with him forever, keeping memories that never happened in his head. Same for Setosorcerer with the time pearl.

And Herobrine with his erased memories of RITFAS.

...and that meant Herobrine could not recreate his evil plan to alter time. And he could not commit the revenge that he had promised Mitch, since it was never declared in the first place.

Mitch's time bending quest did happen, but now its reduced existence resided into his mind. And it was never going to come back to life.

"So...when are you going to craft the time pearl?" Mitch asked Seto, with true curiosity this time.

"Tonight, actually. I got all the materials now." The sorcerer answered. "But I'm gonna test it next morning."

"What are you going to do next if it works?" Which it will.

"Honestly, I don't know. I'll show tell it to the rest of Team Crafted, of course. Maybe I should spread the word about it or something? Share it to the public."

"...Maybe you should keep it between Team Crafted." Mitch offered quickly. He did not want to let a certain something repeat itself.

"Maybe. Why?" Seto asked.

"There are some people out there who can abuse it if they know about it." Mitch explained. "They could completely change the past and future, and that would be hell." He meant that from the bottom of his heart.

"...Good point." Seto explained. "I'll think about it. Thanks."

"Hey Seto!" Mitch looked up and saw Sky approaching the two.

"Ready for Cops n Robbers?" Adam playfully challenged. Seto nodded in response, tucking the redstone block in his hand away.

"Let's go then!" Adam quickly looked at Mitch and said, "Hey Mitch," before he and Seto walked away.

"Talk to you later." Seto said to BajanCanadian as he walked away.

Mitch continued to walk around. He was now satisfied with all of the questions he had brought with him from the altered universe. Now, he could finally move on.

He was pretty sure that the time pearl would not put him in a tough situation ever again. That was why he suggested Seto to keep in private, just in case someone out there got any ideas.

Mitch did not fix his life only to have it altered again. He would make sure the time pearl would not backfire time again.

He would make sure of that from his alternate self's words that were never spoken.

From taking a journey to the nonexistence of it.

From finishing a mission that had never started.

From learning from the past.