Why Do All These Traumatized People Keep Showing Up on My Doorstep?

The universe is vast, full of infinite possibilities in the endless worlds made by admins and Mojang alike. So full of people yet so empty. So diverse yet so plain. So beautiful yet so ugly.In a small, unremarkable corner of the universe, there lives a Scott. Alone on the only world that truly belongs to him.He's about to receive guests.

Or: Scott lives alone in a flower garden when people keep crashing into his world randomly! Oh, also he's like a deity, embodiment of every minecraft world, thingy, but that's not important.Also, this fic takes heavy inspiration from Built Family by Oceanera12 (that fic is so good! If you like worldbuilding and found family and Hermitcraft, you should totally check it out!)