Notch is a being of shadow. Complete shadow. That is all he is. He doesn’t talk much, save for a few short phrases and grunts here and there. He’s utterly terrifying, but he doesn’t hurt you. Quite the opposite, in fact, he only hurts others when they pose a threat to you. You and Notch have something of a strained relationship, so to speak. He killed your father for laying a hand on you while drunk. Your father was a terrible man, but he had his moments of… decency, you could say.

Notch is always around. No one else seems to take notice of his existence. And yet, without fail, everywhere you go, he goes. Never making a sound. Whenever you try to speak to him, you will never know if he’ll answer you or just remain silent. He goes out of his way to make sure you’re safe and somewhat content, but you still don’t understand him. He’s never told you why he does this, and you’ve never asked. And that’s the way it is, and the way it will stay.

In a way, Notch is the darkness to your light. Where you are a bright and warm soul, he’s a dark and cold one.

“You refuse to eat.” Notch says, observing you from where he stands off to the side. “You need to eat.”