The creator

You started the game as usual: spawning in a random biome. The first few minutes you spent gathering wood and planning where to build a shelter, but out of the corner of your eye you noticed something on the hill. A figure. Too tall to be a normal mob. It stood far away, motionless, almost blending into the sky. You blinked – and it was gone. Empty. You figured it was a glitch or just a trick of the light. That happens sometimes in Minecraft, especially if your graphics card can't handle the settings.
You decided not to dwell on it and went exploring for a good base spot. Crossing a small plain, you spotted a bonus chest the kind that usually spawns near the starting point. Strange thing: around the chest stood not just torches – three ordinary ones, and a fourth, glowing with redstone light. You opened it, moved the loot to your inventory: bread, a couple of wooden tools, an apple. And a book titled «README». You opened it:
«Need help?
Say its name.
It will appear.
Ask, and it will help.
Ask, it will gather what you need.
Ask, it will protect you.
Until not ...»
– The text broke off mid-sentence, as if the author had been cut off. Flipping the page, you found two lines: «In seven days» and below, in larger print – «Creator». You read it aloud, just to hear the word. The next pages held dots and dashes – Morse code. You didn't know it, so you skimmed past and closed the book. You turned around – and froze.
Right behind you stood someone. Tall, red, gaunt to the point that ribs and pelvic bones showed through. Its head was elongated, with two deep black hollows instead of eyes, and the lower part of its face split open into a yawning void – a huge mouth filled with absolute darkness. Arms hung almost to its knees, thin, with long fingers. It didn't move.
The creature didn't disappear. It remained, waiting. Silent. The deep chasm of its mouth made no sound, though in theory it could have.