A/N: This is a side story about the people who died in Tainted and Tainted: The New World. So, it won't contain anyone new, just people who died. It's just what they're experiencing, and it will link to the third fanfic later on (as well as referring to the first two).

White. All I saw was endless white. I suppose that's what you expect when you're dead, though, in the Aether. I was...floating. There was no ground, yet I didn't feel like I was falling. The white reminded me of marble...oh how I loved that shit. But, it's a little overwhelming. I closed my eyes. I wish I could create something. I felt a block in my hand, opening one eye curiously. There was a dirt block. Great. What can I do with ONE dirt block? I put it underneath me...and I still had it in my hand. Another placed, and it remained in my hand. I don't have one dirt block...I have infinite. Is this the Aether? Where you can create what you want... Perfect.

It didn't take long to create a whole biome and more. It was like creating a new world. I didn't even know how long I had been here and I didn't care. Being able to create anything at will... I had already replicated the marble structure I made for our base. Huh...I hadn't thought about the other two in a long time. I wonder how they are, without me. They probably don't care. I sat in a throne made of marble – I know it sounds stupid but I didn't have much else to do. There was one thing missing in this world, the world I created. Other people. Why weren't there other people here? Others have died in the past, surely, so why was I alone? I decided to make statues. They'd be at least something, I suppose. Soon statues were in every room. Alsmiffy in the floor where his Thaumcraft stuff was before. Trott on the floor above, practicing blood magic or tinkering with some machine. I even decided to make a statue of myself with how bored I was. There were other people too – Xephos, Honeydew, Sips, Sjin, Lalna, Lomadia, Nano and the others. But...it still felt empty. I just wished I had someone to talk to. Something else than just building. I mean, I do love building but...just building constantly gets dull after a while.

"Are you bored, architect?" I stood up, hearing a voice. I glanced around and my eyes landed on a person. Not just any person – person isn't even the right word. It was Notch himself. I was taken aback, having no words. "I guess it would become a little boring, having no company." His gaze moved around the floor we were currently on; the second floor that held the smeltery and all of our chests. "I knew how much you loved building, but I forgot to take into account that doing the same thing repeatedly would drive a person crazy." He chuckled. I still had no words. It was Notch. What would you say to your God? "Well fortunately, and unfortunately, you'll soon have some company. I created this sanctuary for...a specific group of Minecraftians. Those who will become 'The Yogscast'." I wasn't quite sure at what he meant by the second part, but the first was obvious. Someone was going to die. Someone who was part of our group of friends. It pained me to hear that...however I was also pleased. I wouldn't be alone anymore. I wouldn't have to just stare at these false creations – the statues. "Oh, and by the way, you can fly and you don't hurt yourself at all here." Notch added, before he disappeared. I can...fly? I don't take damage? How? I glanced over the edge of the floor, seeing the ground floor below. I take no damage...so... I decided to test it out, jumping off the edge. If it were true, I would feel nothing. If not...I'd end up with broken legs. I closed my eyes, half regretting what I did. Suddenly my feet hit something, but I felt nothing. Opening one eye, I looked at my legs. They were fine - not hurting or broken in any way. Notch was right; of course he was. This is brilliant. It would have been helpful to know when I was building this thing, again. Instead I made some kind of elaborate jumping puzzle to get up and down. Why I decided to do that I have no clue – none of us had ever been any good at jumping puzzles. Us...there'll never be an 'us' again. I walked out of the building, standing in front of it. I saw something falling from the sky – a figure of black. It could only be... I took off running. I might as well see what it was that was coming to this world. A world of my creation.

I soon reached where the 'thing' had landed. I hesitantly stood on the outskirt of the crater – yes, crater – formed by the figure crashing. It didn't matter much; it wouldn't be hard to fix. They weren't moving. Jumping inside, I knelt beside them. It was who I thought it was. Who else could it have been? I turned him over so he was upright, watching the faint rise and fall of his body. Taking his hand in mine, I noticed it was mangled. Crushed. There was also a gaping wound in his chest, just as I remember one in mine. We must've both been stabbed, but his was worse. His was from a sword. Soon the wounds began to heal themselves; both his hand reforming and the wound in his chest healing. He'd be awake soon. What he does then is his choice. But I'll look after him while he's like this. It's better to wake up to someone in a strange place than to be alone. I didn't have anything else to do anyway.