Pangloss SCP(2)

Minecraft.

You were busy messing around with pistons and lights, making your build look better. Buttons, redstone, levers. Daylight sensors.. why did redstone have to be so confusing!

You checked the place you were at. Cherry grove with poplar biome, plains, snowy peaks somewhere, and a lot of flowers near your house.

A figure of orange and yellow right outside your window.

You don’t recall installing any mods involving an orange and yellow character...

You also don’t know any friends with that skin(assuming one has any Minecraft friends at all).

The figure(you saw the username- Pangloss) went to your door and opened it, sword in slot. You thought they would attack.

Instead they started spam crouching, then placing down a sign.

Hello I am Pangloss have food?

You had a few cooked pork chops and tossed them to the other user, who started eating it.

The sign changed to thank you very nice of you.

You heard dubstep playing, but not in the game. In your room. A dubstep remix of Embers from Owl City.

Pangloss tossed you an observer- wherever he got that from. You accepted it and paused the game, checking to see if there was another player.

There was no other player than yourself. There was no other mods except the ones you installed already, or if you hadn’t, there were no mods.

You’ve just gotten a creepypasta in your world/realms.

This ‘Pangloss’ punched you two times(the pink effects of regeneration were seen). Still here? Said the sign.

The worst thing anyone could do was ignore the entity. You calmed yourself down and crouched once.

You turned around to grab a set of armour in case the entity attacked but you realised something was wrong.

The paintings on your walls(hiding secret rooms too mind you) had been changed to something with flames. A flame surrounding a grass block, flowing lava..

The sound effects showed ‘lava crackling’.

There was no lava in your place.

The dubstep in your room intensified.

Your buddy Pan was.. somewhere. Not the cafeteria, not online, certainly not in classes.

You don’t know where he’s from. What he does. Only that he vibes in the uni cafeteria and you somehow befriended him.

He was a weird guy, a trickster who insisted on you calling him ‘Pan’ or ‘Glossy’, being completely unafraid of flames or explosions of any sort, and instead of blue or green in the wrist veins, he had gold. You simply thought it was part of his golden tattoo vibe and never questioned it before. The rock-hard muscles made you a little suspicious, but not enough to question his age or whether he was even human.

He also liked to vent to you about religion, afterlife and whether you believed in magic. Wrote poems and stories about forgotten tales that only he still remembers, showing you books you’ve never heard of.

You didn’t think he was non-human until you went looking for him.

Not this room, not that room- no he’d never go there, that’s simply absurd.

When you finally found him, you didn’t see a young goofy man with brown skin and gold veins. You saw a large beast-like creature, made almost entirely of flame and light. Glowing eyes that hurt to look at, long claws, a slender tail and a few horns on the head.

A portal was right next to the thing.

Slowly, the beast turned around. You expected a growl, or lunging to kill.

He did neither. Simply waited for your reaction.

You’re absolutely convinced Pan is a deity.

Golden veins, golden blood, unnaturally tough skin and muscles. A ridiculous amount of strength, unknown age, and he could skip class. And still top said class, somehow. No requirement to eat, never works out, apparently very healthy.

He wasn’t religious or anything. The tattoos on his limbs were, well, not English, or any language you knew. Some symbols that looked like flickering flames.

You wouldn't ask, that’s the type of thing that gets a smite from a god. Or unfriending. You two may be good enough of friends, but who’s stupid enough to ask ‘hey are you a god’? Not you(and even if you would let’s pretend you had good self restraint before).

Now you’re watching him write poems in a quiet library corner(he’s humming some sort of tune). Pretend nothing is wrong, right?

Really weird guy at school.

Pan. Or Glossy, whatever. He’s this tall brown-skinned man with tattoos that don’t make sense to anyone, as in tattoos that aren’t appearing in any religion. Black hair that seem almost gold under light, like glitter dusted, but there’s definitely no glitter. He’s overly optimistic, makes friends with almost everyone. He’d skip classes and still be top of the class.

Now? He was in the library corner, not stressing about the upcoming exam, and writing his shitty poems.

Really weird guy at school.

Pan. Or Glossy, whatever. He’s this tall brown-skinned man with tattoos that don’t make sense to anyone, as in tattoos that aren’t appearing in any religion. Black hair that seem almost gold under light, like glitter dusted, but there’s definitely no glitter. He’s overly optimistic, makes friends with almost everyone. He’d skip classes and still be top of the class.

Now? He was at the party of some guy you didn’t know but you got invited to anyways, looking slightly drunk. If you want to approach him go ahead.