CHUNK MOVER

You just wanted some damn gold, or maybe to trade with some piglins, or some other reason. You weren't supposed to find... this.

several hundred blocks down; you had entered a nether portal you crafted with a bucket of water and a lava pool. you were searching for something in the nether. A few thousand blocks traveled; you finally found a baston. at least it looked like one. A long thick piece, that almost reminded you of a pillager outpost, was sticking into the nether roof, and four prong-like "appendages" that dug deep into the netherack the baston sat on. Obviously, in search of whatever you were, be it armor, gold, trading, or just materials; you rushed into the bastion, and then went deeper into the bastion. soon, You came to a stop, confused as to why it looked so metallic. Your surroundings were mostly... piping? You've never seen or been able to craft pipes before... what's odd is, lava is flowing through the piping. You can tell because it's almost white-hot, and the glass portions of the pipes clearly show it's lava. Oh, whatever; you brush it off and continue. maybe just a new type of baston..

deep, deep within the baston resode a set of gears that were clogged with rotten flesh, bones, and obsidian. and you were before them; after a whole hour of walking through halls and catwalks over seemingly endless pits that pipes lined.

It had been a few minutes between reaching the spacious chamber and laying your gaze upon the gears. Your hand grasps around the reinforced handle of your enchanted diamond pickaxe, gifted with efficiency and unbreaking V, by a group of old grandmaster villagers who spoke of your blood and your ancestors before enchanting the pickaxe for you. Something felt wrong since the beginning, and you were about to find out what; as with a few strikes, the obsidian cracks. But, before you could do much more, the gears grind up the damaged obsidian to dust, including the bones and flesh becoming flayed and turned into particles in the air.

what have you done brotatochipalicious breadcrumbly natchomationinator buckarooner???

Everything starts to crash down around you; netherack stuck to the roof and floors, begins to crack and fall, a piece the size of your head narrowly missing you; and of course, fear floods into every fiber of your being, as you rush and dash back the path you've traveled; everything now up and running like so long ago.

as you escape narrowly; the doorway you had entered being closed by a metal door that slid cleanly into place behind you, you turn, and watch in horror as the baston stands up, and its head, resembling a creepers face with a single antenna, like a tower would have, lowers and turns to face you, as its ancient, loud, thunderous voice speaks out to you.

"YOU... DESCENDANT OF THE GREAT... YOU HAVE UNDONE THAT WHICH THOSE DISGUSTING FOUL SWINE HAD, TO MY INTERNALS."

The four prongs bend and free themselves from the netherack, four large creeper-like feet freeing themselves. this thing; so massive it could tower over the overworld, so big barely a foot would fit under the lava, so gargantuan had spoken to you, a tone of gratitude falling upon the synthesized voice. This can't be real.