Footsteps echoed as they clapped against the Netherrack floors, pained breathing escaped his mouth. How long was he running he thought? He did not know where he was in the Nether, the hellish realm seemed like a labyrinth that was ever changing.

But that wasn't the problem at hand, as he stopped and hid behind a pillar of the saturated red stone to catch his breath. As he tried to quiet his labored breathing, he could hear it. It's whispers.

You cannot hide from me, nor can you run, it said in a hushed tone as if they were in a library. You have such a wonderful face, such vigor.

His heart raced, the whispers cut through his eardrums and struck him cold with fear as if ice were in his veins. Should he keep running? Fight it? This isn't a normal Hoglin, maybe not even a Hoglin at all he thought.

Come out, let me see your face. I want to wear it, I want to be as handsome as you. The things it said, what the hell is wrong with it? It already had a face of its own, why does it want mine?

He decided to peak around the corner, to determine how far it was. Trying to stay as discreet as possible, he looked around the pillar. There it stood, a body of a Hoglin but a face of some stranger stretched over its face, the lips would move as it whispered to him, the empty eyes occasionally blinking.

Green fluid oozed from the orifices that dotted it's body like craters in the moon, strange red tentacles writhed from an opening on its back, while blood and the unknown substance dripped from below.

It looked around for him, always whispering about his face. How much it wants to wear it, to feel it. This thing is truly f***ed up, like Buffalo Bill transformed monster.

He broke for it, sprinting. It screamed at him in a loud high pitched wail as it began trotting after. Look at me, you can only run for so long. LOOOOOOK.

He knew it was right, eventually he'd be too tired and god knows what it would do to him when he collapsed in exhaustion. He peered over his shoulder as he ran, a bright light blinded him as ringing filled his ears, then darkness.

He awoke in his bed, face wet with sweat. It was all a dream he thought as he sighed with relief. He got up out of his bed, face cold from the damp and went to use the bathroom when he stood face to face with a man missing the skin on his face, fresh blood dewed on the meat.

He screamed in terror. Mysterys