Official Flanfic

Walking through the pixelated ruins of what used to be Spawn, Falzon noticed signs—literal signs—left behind by players long gone.

“See you on the other side.”
“It was never about the blocks.”
“We logged off. You stayed.”

He found a strange portal humming deep in the caves below Bedrock, flickering between dimensions. Something about it wasn’t coded right. He didn’t build this. Nobody did.

"Okay," he said aloud, clicking the mic back on. "I guess we’re going in."

Twitch Chat:
“WHAT IS THAT??”
“It’s not Nether, it’s… broken”
“dude this is ARG territory now”

He laughed. “Well, if I disappear, someone clip this for my ghost.”

He stepped in.

The world on the other side wasn’t Minecraft anymore. It was… a liminal space. A hazy collage of his past streams—echoes of games, voices of subscribers, fan art dancing like murals on invisible walls.

And in the center: you.

Not a memory. Not a ghost. Just… you. Another player. AFK maybe. But your tag hovered in the air: “YouIRL”.

He moved closer. “You’re real?”

You turned. “I waited.”

The sky shimmered. The server clock was ticking down. This world was an archive—Falzon’s backup world, stitched together by code and emotion, collapsing as he remembered it.

“Everyone else left,” you said. “But I figured… you’d come back for the end.”

He sat down beside you. “I didn’t even know I’d started it.”

Together, you watched the digital sunset. The sky glitched, pixel by pixel. But it wasn’t sad.

It was just… time.

When he logged out, Twitch chat exploded.

“BRO WHAT WAS THAT??”
“THIS BETTER NOT BE LORE”
“i’m not crying you’re crying”

Falzon leaned back in his chair, staring at the login screen.

He smiled.

“Same time tomorrow?”

End.

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