Steve was confused; he was back in his home reality.
But soon that confusion led him to pure joy that he had not felt in years. The familiar cityscape, the roar of traffic, and the distant hum of machinery were all profoundly comforting after his solitary sojourn in a beautiful but ultimately empty world.
He began to dance, right there and then in the middle of an alleyway, his movements were chaotic like a drunken man, but also there was grace in his movements. Well as much grace a 6,4ft man clad in armor made from materials found in Hell could be.
He paid no mind to the strange looks and audible gasps from the few onlookers, the homeless people, his euphoria was simply too much for him to care.
But after breaking out of it he walked out of the alleyway without his armor on, blending into a large crowd crossing a street.
….
It had been nearly a month since he arrived back in his original world. He had successfully reintegrated into society, finding a mundane office job that offered a stark contrast to his previous life as a world-mastering adventurer.
Sure, it was boring, but it paid for the bills and other necessities.
He was even thinking of throat checking his boss, so that's how you know it's your typical office job. However, this newfound normalcy was shattered into millions if not billions of tiny little shards on a Tuesday morning.
He was just about to work and be stuck into his cubicle when he was putting on his blue winter jacket, his tv turned on and an unfamiliar news channel blared to life.
Coming from the tv, a broadcast was blaring loudly, 'We interrupt this program with an urgent message. To the world we were hidden, less than 1% of the population knows about our existence, and for a good reason. The Scp Foundation has fallen, soon anomalies will come and wreak havoc, pray for your lives, and may God have mercy on our souls.'
The announcement was cut off and died. What the broadcast left in its absence was only fear and paranoia. 'FUCK! Goddamn it, might as well bend me over and shove a metal pipe up my ass and call me Susan!' Steve shouted at the top of his lungs, for he knew he was screwed.
He recognized that he was truly over, though he's been through this, well maybe not eldritch horrors lining up to beat his ass and obliterate this reality if not all realities.
Walking up to his window from his apartment, he saw the familiar concrete jungle continue on its day, however the more he looked at it the more he felt like something was going on he wouldn't like. A subtle unease, a dissonance in the urban symphony, an itch beneath the skin began to permeate his senses, hinting at something wrong.
It was an almost imperceptible shift in the air, a faint shimmer in the otherwise solid reality, that first caught his trained eye, immediately triggering a primal alarm within him.
Then a ding rung out from somewhere, he looked around, it wasn't his phone nor any other of his electronic devices. Then it came again, another ringing similar to a bell.
He had figured it out, it wasn't coming from an external source, it was coming from an internal source, his mind.
'What could it be though, my inventory… Wait, it's my settings!' Steve after coming to this conclusion through something, imagines his settings. And it's just like in the original game, a holographic interface that only he can see but it's different.
He can't turn on cheats through any shape or form, but he has everything else, and one more. A bar called mods is in the corner of it. Upon "clicking" on it another interface pops up, he had no mods installed at the moment.
Except one, a faint one that glowed, SCP-Craft, Steve however felt a little bit less fear.
He had mods now, give him Avaritia or Draconic Evolution and he could probably stand a chance against these guys.
But how would he get them? 'I didn't have the Scp mod before I got to this world, which could mean when I encounter something new, it could unlock a new mod. Though what the hell did I encounter in order to unlock this one.'
Steve didn't have to think too hard; he probably could have encountered a small little anomaly during his peaceful stay in this new world.
Looking at the cityscape again, he heard screaming coming from somewhere below. In the city streets he witnessed a chaotic scene unfolding, this was the beginning of the end.
Strange and horrifying creatures started appeared out of nowhere in his eyes, they began to slaughter any one on the streets with merciless efficiency, transforming the city into a hellscape.
'Well shit. I really have to get the hell out of here.' Steve began to take everything of value to him, his tv, his laptop, and some clothes. Stuffing them in his inventory he looks around to find a way out. His gaze fixated towards the fire escape, though that would lead him to the streets which he so desperately wanted to avoid.
Then he remembered something, he's a Minecraft player, he could just mine and build his way out. Taking out his Netherite pickaxe he mined out a hole big enough to fit hit him, and after a quick 30 seconds of digging through other apartments he was free.
With the way clear, he quickly built a bridge to another building, not before looting some of the food in the apartment complex. He then began to formulate a plan, he needs a base of operations, or at least a base he'll be safe at for a while.
His ultimate goal was to leave this reality or at least this planet for now. In no way shape or form was he dealing with the Scarlet King.
Even then he might not escape that red bastard.
Running far away from the city Steve checks his inventory, and it's pretty bare. He only has his Netherite tools and armor, some food, a shield, and the blocks he got from the apartment complex.
However, while checking his inventory he heard something rapidly approaching towards him, a low growl emanating from the shadows of the adjacent alleyway, the signal of a most likely hostile encounter.
Turning quickly, he found himself looking at a hairless, white humanoid creature, it looked like an overgrown chicken mixed with a monkey and a human.
'Oh God not you, Scp-3199? There's going to be billions of you bastards in like five days.' The creature, known as SCP-3199 or otherwise known as "Humans Refuted" is an extremely aggressive and prolific entity, whose rapid proliferation and inherent lethality pose an existential threat to unprepared populations.
And even then, if you are prepared you'll still have a hard time trying to kill them, they're damn near super-human, and they breed on there own. And that's what's really dangerous about them.
These bastards' eggs are damn near indestructible, they're compared to steel, and they have so many resistances to different things it's quite literally bullshit. But also, the fact that Scp-3199 can theoretically have an unlimited amount of these things.
Give them enough room and they turn into your next nightmare, Steve had to snap out of his thoughts and block the attack launched by this thing. He parried the initial lunge with his shield, the impact vibrating throughout the shield but it held true.
However dangerous this creature was, Steve was a unit, pulling out his Netherite axe he began to land his "Crit Barrage". Simply jumping up and down like a madman he delivered successive critical hits, each blow chipping away at the Scp's health bar.
After a few seconds of this the creature shrieked and vomited acid at him, tearing through his shield it lands on his Netherite armor. The corrosive substance sizzled against the dark, resilient material, but to Steve's relief, the armor held, mitigating the damage and preventing the acid from reaching his skin.
Now taking another look at the creature, he pulls out his favorite weapon, his trusty sword, a shimmering blade enchanted to the max. With a decisive swing, the enchanted Netherite sword cleaved through the creature's tough hide, delivering a devastating blow that finally felled the monstrosity, leaving it a smoking, disintegrating heap on the alley floor.
'Fire aspect, my beloved.' With the immediate threat neutralized, Steve quickly scanned his surroundings, then noticing that no more Scps are approaching, he ran.
His immediate priority was to put as much distance between himself and the rapidly escalating urban conflict as possible, seeking a more secluded area.
'If only I had a vehicle mode activated… Wait, I have my elytra!' Steve's dumbass had forgotten about it when he checked his inventory, in fact, he didn't even notice it. Building up he equipped it.
And then he flew away, leaving the ravaged city and its horrors behind as he soared into the sky, a desperate flight for survival.