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The sun is shining, and the bees are buzzing. In other words, it's a good day. Although Wilbur already missed his family, he was excited to prove to them that he wasn't useless. Wilbur took a deep breath and stepped into his private Skyblock world. Everything swirled, with purple taking over his vision. For a second, Wilbur regretted stepping into the portal, but there was no going back now. Maybe Dad was right. Maybe this is a bad idea. He could only afford to send one emergency message at most. If something glitched, Wilbur would be stuck until an admin saw the message. Wilbur quickly pushed down the anxiety as the purple particles cleared. He looked around his new home for the next year or so-----

---why was there only one bedrock block?

Fuck.

This can't be happening. He was standing on a singular block, surrounded by the void. Wilbur quickly came to his senses and pulled out his communicator. One message alone will cost every last penny from Wilbur's emergency money, but he wasn't staying here until someone noticed he was gone. He typed out a quick "SOS."

Message not sent

Well, shit. Just then, a strange chime sounded, and a pair of diamond boots spawned in his hands. What the Nether? He quickly equipped them and tried to figure out what to do (and keep himself from panicking). Roughly 30 minutes passed, and another item spawned in his hands. This time it was red dye. Wilbur stared at it in shock and stored it for later before sending a couple more panicked messages on the comm. They also didn't send. He was stuck. On the bright side, he still got items, though they seemed randomized. He could still get out. It would just take some luck. Another long 30 minutes of shock passed, and with it came more items. None of them are particularly useful yet, but oh well. I wish I knew what to do with prismarine crystals. Can they even be used in a crafting recipe? Wilbur just collected and placed any blocks he could to make more moving space. A birch fence there (at least he could mess around with it) and a block of yellow stained glass. Before he knew it, the moon and stars were shining above him. Wilbur sat down on the uncomfortable floor and stretched his arms. He dangled his covered feet over the edge, and Wilbur looked into the void. It didn't fill him with as much panic as before, though he never ever wanted to get any closer to it. His feet and legs started getting cold, which was strange. I could've sworn I was wearing boots. Oh, they had fallen off his feet. Well, perfect. Wilbur was honestly just too tired to care. Wilbur moved away, closer to the center of his weird mismatch of glass, bedrock, and prismarine stairs. In that moment, Wilbur hated being 6'5'. The floor was in no way comfortable. It wasn't like he had many options, though. Wilbur took a deep breath, finally having found a kinda comfortable position, and looked at the stars above him. At least there's a pretty view. A cold wind swept over him, and Wilbur shivered as his situation finally registered.

Right now, he could've been laughing with his family and lying in a comfy, warm bed. But instead, he was stranded in the middle of the void, with random items spawning around him. He couldn't stop the tears.

Wilbur didn't sleep that night.

A couple of days had passed, and Wilbur had only managed to sleep once. His eyes were constantly drooping, but even then, sleep still did not come easily. Luckily, monsters didn't spawn. Unluckily, Wilbur had no food or water. Nor did he have any form of entertainment. Opening and closing a gate got boring quickly. He had to make an infinite water source soon. The only reason he wasn't dead was the lucky sprinkles of rain every now and then. Food, though, was a bit more of an issue. A soup did spawn in once, and with his desperation for food, he didn't notice the spoiled taste until the nausea set in. That sucked. The pain kept on biting at his stomach... But at least he was lucky enough to get a carpet to make the ground a bit cozier. It still sucked, though. Wilbur did, at least, have one basic tool. A golden pick, Wilbur could hear Technoblades' voice laughing out, "Hah, loser, not even on diamond yet.". The thought made Wilbur nauseous. Wilbur's only salvation was the oak sapling that had spawned near him. Most of Wilbur's rare water had gone to keeping the small thing alive. I would kill for some dirt right now. He had hope now because a tree led to food and resources.Almost everything he needed. Prime, Wilbur's throat was so dry. The next item was, unfortunately, neither dirt nor water. Stupid purple concrete.

It had only been two days, and Wilbur was already dying to escape this prison. His body ached; he needed food, water, a way to escape, and he missed his family so much. The only good news was the tree sapling and a little tropical fish friend he called Milo that he got (although he couldn't bring himself to eat the fish), although he was starting to get desperate. Wilbur had no clue what it felt like to die from dehydration, and he didn't really feel like finding out. What if players only had one life in this world? Wilbur couldn't die yet. At least he knew that he could get live things. The daisy and the actual live fucking guardian further proved that. Milo was quickly stashed away in the furnace for safekeeping. Wilbur paced another lap around his tiny island, if you could even call it that. Wilbur got a music disk that only reminded him of Tommy—oh, Prime Tommy. Wilbur would do anything to see him again. Ugh, this was so stupid. Wilbur missed his guitar, his house, and his warm bed that didn't leave him with back pain. Ugh. All he had was a fish in a bucket and a stupid tower of glass panes. If the dehydration doesn't get me first, the boredom will. Oh, fabulous, it's now a banner tower too. Wilbur had to admit that the sight made him smile a bit. Wilbur thought back to that one build Phil made in the ocean. I wonder what he would say about this. Wilbur was so delirious that he could almost hear other voices laughing around him.

Scratch dying of boredom, Wilbur was going to die from stress first! The stupid gold pressure plate on the fence had developed a conscience and leaped into the void. He almost went with it. Prime. The sudden cold of snow falling on him gave Wilbur yet another shock. "FUCK!". Stupid snow blocks and stupid magenta dye. Stupid flower pots too, wait... I can plant my daisy! This is all starting to get to Wilbur. Why on earth was he so excited about a daisy of all things! An ender pearl followed the flower pot. Now this was something to get excited about. This could save my life. The next item Wilbur received was a.. ravager spawn egg? First of all, what the nether is a ravager and secondly, what is a spawn egg? Well, the name spawn egg was a bit self-explanatory, but a ravager? Oh well, time to spawn it! Well, there goes Wilbur's poor, poor heart. A ravager was apparently one of those big vindicator horses. Sure am glad I spawned that over near an edge. Wilbur had to take a breather after that one. As he sat against his blast furnace, Wilbur thought about his family. Were they aware that something was wrong with Wilbur, or were they just going about their lives, waiting for Wilbur to return?He could imagine Tommy running around chasing Techno while Philza watched. I'm supposed to be there. His thoughts were interrupted by a new item spawning. A.. melon! Pick out, pick chopping, melon in stomach. Oh, Prime, this is so good.

Yeah, Wilbur is now heaving over the side of the island. He had completely forgotten about Phil's warnings. "Don't eat too fast ever, and especially not after you've been starving, okay son?". This is miserable. Well, at least he got seeds. And leather boots! And an iron shovel, kinda useless, but oh we--

Wilbur was falling. He must have walked off the edge, shit, shit, shit, fuck, the sapling! He forgot to put the sapling somewhere safe! Wait, the ender pearl. Wilbur threw it as hard as he could. Please work, please work, I don't want to die. It didn't work. There was nothing he could do, nothing. The island was fading away. Soon, it disappeared. Wilbur kept falling. It felt like an eternity. Suddenly, as everything around him turned black, he felt an awful burning sensation. It felt like acid was in his lungs and covering his skin. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't scream, it hurt, it hurt!

He awoke on the island, all the pain gone, and as Wilbur stood up, he noticed that the hunger pains and the boots protecting his feet were also gone. He quickly stepped on the carpet to avoid cuts on his feet. Huh, boots seem to always want the void. Odd. Dying hurt like hell but reset his hunger and thirst. It would probably heal him too. It was a restart that only affected him and the items he had on him. He didn't want ever to die again, nor did he know if he had a set number of lives, but it could be helpful in an emergency. Oh, the chime. Wilbur jumped to the side and dodged the magma block just in time. Hah! No more snow block incidents anymore. He couldn't really move that block, though, but just being close to it warmed Wilbur's skin, and finally, there are going to be no more cold nights.

A wandering trader, useful, but no pick for the emeralds. Not useful. Stupid void. Wilbur really needed to start making a list of all these stupid things. A diamond axe, Techno would be proud. Finally, Wilbur had enough blocks to build a small aquarium for Milo. He set the adorable fish free before realizing he forgot to place the last block down. Wilbur lunged for the bucket he had set down near him and desperately tried to scoop up Milo, but it was too late. Milo swam over the edge. Milo was gone. Wilbur spent that night crying. He missed his family and friends so goddamn much. Wilbur just wanted to go home.

When morning came, Wilbur slowly dragged himself back to work. He got a sign to make a memorial, at least. It was kind of stupid to be this attached to a fish, but Wilbur was really lonely. It felt like it had been years since he'd left home, but now that Wilbur thought of it, he couldn't remember how long it had been. It could not have been more than a week, but.. The night after Milo's death, Wilbur had a dream. The entirety of it was just fish swimming in the sky and randomly falling into the void. He could remember it so vividly. When he woke up, another fish bucket was next to him. This led Wilbur to realize that there had to be something out there. Something similar to the god Techno sometimes talked about. He decided to call them The Sky Gods. They weren't the most cooperative, it seemed, but they were all he had left besides New Milo. Maybe he could make them happy. They did pity him enough to give him cooked mutton soon after Milo's passing. Maybe Wilbur had a chance.

Maybe.. They would be Wilbur's ticket out of here.

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I wrote this a long time ago, and quickly lost interest in continuing this story. I was thinking that if I ever rewatched the series, than I would come back to write more for this. However, with recent events, I don't know if I ever will come back to this. Sorry to anyone who was looking forward to more chapters.