I'm Claustrophobic, So Can We NOT Imprison Me In A Cube?

                                    

                                          
The last thing I saw was Fyre, slamming his sword down on my head ...
                          
I woke up gasping. The fight was still fresh in my mind, even though it happened, like, hours ago. I looked around groggily, wondering why my comfortable bunker looked like thirty-five scientists spent their lives building a something out of a Science Fiction novel. 
                          
I tried to sit up, but then I realised something.
                          
I couldn't move.
                          
I was in chains. High-tech bands of quartz and Redstone which curled around my hands and legs like some sort of cyborg snake, making sure I couldn't move a single muscle.
                          
My life sucked. And it was about to suck even more. 
                          
"Ah, the Void-Spawn finally awakes." Said a voice, dripping with cruel amusement. 
                          
Talk about a cliché villain. Also, this guy needed to work on his insults. I didn't know what the nether Void-Spawn meant.
                          
My first instinct was to yell, WHO THE NETHER DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YA ******! 
                          
But I figured that would only make my situation worse, so I shut up. 
                          
Apparently, The Voice was expecting me to do that, and it seemed disappointed when I didn't shriek.
                          
"Hmm. I thought you would be more, entertaining, but never mind, you'd be more useful as a test subject anyway." Drawled the voice, now coming close enough to let me see him, and trust me, I wished I couldn't. 
                          
Imagine the most horrible thing you can think of, and dial it up to a hundred. Now imagine that thing in a white lab coat, protective goggles and a shock of greenish-blue hair. It was pretty hard to imagine him as that same teen in a hoodie and sweatpants killing people with his black spear...
                          
"What do you want?"  I intended to shout, except it came out as a high-pitched whine. 
                          
Nearby – how did I not notice him? – was Fyre, sniggering at my pathetic attempt. 
                          
Glitch, for that was who this crazy-scientist-who-is-an-absolute-LUNATIC-but-extremely-intelligent guy was – had a smirk on his ugly face. 
                          
"Why that's simple, Tom." He chuckled, then looked me in the eye, his amusement fading. 
                          
"I want your power."
                          
I blinked. I was so confused I forgot to struggle against my chains. 
                          
"Say what now?"
                          
Glitch fixed me with a look of loathing. "For years," he hissed "I've been looking for the secret of Code. I've been studying it, trying and failing to harness its true power."
                          
He glared at me. "Your brother," he spoke with bitter envy, "- managed to become one with it, Tom Radix, HE did what I've been trying to do for YEARS in FIVE MINUTES!" he screamed.
                          
His shoulders were heaving dramatically, but he managed to compose himself. 
                          
"But now," he said, his lips curling into an unpleasant sneer. 
                          
"But now, I can use you. You are also a Void-Spawn, so YOU can control it as well."
                          
The Scary Professor was on a roll now, his face giddy with evil excitement. 
                          
"I can concentrate your essence into," he paused dramatically. 
                          
"THE COMMAND BLOCK!" 
                          
At his words, the ground beneath my feet – which was about thirty meters away from me – opened up, and a block the size of a truck emerged from the ground. 
                          
It was a huge block carved from terracotta, with weird little patterns and markings like you would see in an artefact at a Museum. If that wasn't weird enough, it had blinky lights of all the colours of the rainbow.
                          
"Freaks." I muttered. 
                          
Glitch ignored me and continued his evil monologue. 
                          
"With this Cube, I shall control the Universe. I will use YOU, Tom Radix, and I will-"
                          
"HOLD UP!" I yelled, trying to make a time-out sign before realising my hands were chained. "What makes you think I'm gonna agree to be your guinea pig?"
                          
Glitch flashed me a wicked grin. "Oh, you see, I don't NEED your permission. All I need to do is trap you in this Command Block, and I can FINALLY get a promotion from Rebel for killing you. Also, a million emeralds couldn't hurt."
                          
I scowled. Leave it to Rebel to make my life even more miserable. 
                          
Glitch smiled coldly. "Well, there's no time like the present, is there?"
                          
He turned around to the rest of the People-Who-Ambushed-Me-In-An-Alley. 
                          
"Lower him into the Block," he ordered. 
                          
They nodded quickly and ran around, flicking levers, tapping buttons, and yelling at each other to hurry up. 
                          
Then the chains binding me snapped, dissolving into nothingness, and I fell into the Command Block, screaming my head off. 
                          
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No offence meant to Glitch or Rebel. I just needed to add an evil genius and a mastermind who was bent on destroying Tom, so I chose you guys. 
                          
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See ya next week!
                          
-        Ore