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Mob SLAMMED his laptop shut immediately after that.
“What the fuck.”
Blink. Blink.
..
“I just committed suicide in Minecraft.”
.
“Wow.”
…
“I…” Mob sits in his chair, still, mouth agape, speechless.
Mob’s…beyond shocked! SO shocked! Did that whole shabang really just happen to him just now?
“I… Uhhhhh you know what.., maybe, I should just- go lie down…”
Mob heads to his living room to lay on the couch rather than his bed — which is directly next to him already but he would rather not be in the same room he spent hours playing with that creepy yellow ball. He doesn’t want to be anywhere near his laptop or PC- or- just- anything with Minecraft on it!
..
But, y’know, he wasn’t all that creepy. He was charming at first, really helpful and a contagious ball of fun..a little cute even… Gah!- No. Verity doesn’t deserve such..such kind words to describe him! No! He’s a monster! A 12 foot tall monster that tried to mangle him to nothing but a desiccated Mob!.. A jealous, possessive, pitiful little AI that scarred him for LIFE! So what if he can’t escape the internet and the stupid people that use it? That doesn’t mean he has to stay with Verity for god knows how long? Verity was making him age 10x faster with how stress and anxiety inducing it was to be even near Verity!
.
Well, Twixxel did say Verity didn’t want to kill him; that Verity tried to keep the main player around for as long as he could before they made him irritated… And that player this time was Mob; turns out he was the one that lasted the longest and even gave Verity..hope.
..
He does feel a little bad. Just a bit. He did listen to everything Verity said to him in those last moments but Mob was so caught up with his own emotions that he couldn’t properly feel any empathy or comprehension for what Verity told him on the spot… That is a pretty tragic life to live… And what? Verity’s like- 3 quintillion years old? That would fuck you up pretty bad…
Huh.
Not gonna lie, that was..really vulnerable of Verity. Wait- Can AIs actually be this advanced nowadays?? Hopefully not. That was terrifying. He doesn’t plan on touching any AI soon, hell no. Especially if they build some type of deep attachment to him like Verity did.
And what was up with Twixxel? Did Verity do some screwed up bugging with either of their accounts or something?.. Or something way worse?… God, he hopes not… Y’know, maybeeee he should send a text message to Twixxel via phone number just to be suree… Discord is easily buggy after all.
Mob was already outside of his room at this point, being in a deep thinking trance- but now he had to turn back to his room for his phone. Dammit.
Mob turns around reluctantly and marches back into his room for his phone, then swipes it as fast as he can to not remain in this intimidating space for any longer, practically running out of his room to be back in the dark, cozy living room. Except, maybe the dark wasn’t as welcoming as it was before.
3:44 A.M.
Mob turns on a singular lamp located on top of the table right in the middle of the living room, surrounded by the couches — just to give him some sort of sense of comfort and security. Kind of like a little kid wanting the lights on because they’re scared of the dark, thinking monsters will crawl out from right under them or something and eat them.
Mob knows all about monsters.
Mob sits on the “center” couch, which is aligned with the table and TV straight across from him. He plops his upper body downward onto the couch, not facing up toward the ceiling but sideways, which still faces him toward the lamp and the TV, while also having laid his head on a soft pillow and pulling his phone close to his face. Just for safety measures, he also drags his legs and feet up onto the couch, pulling them close to his stomach.
He adjusts himself to be in a comfortable position and then whips out both of his thumbs onto the bright phone screen.
“Twixxel, are u there rn???” Mob types out rather aggressively. Sent.
.
No response. Huh, that’s strange… Twixxel always replies right away..! He’s somehow always lightning-speed to noticing any notification that pops up on his phone, always having his phone next to him somehow- Mob’s the one that never looks at his notifications!
“Hellloooooooo?” Sent.
“Twix??” Sent.
“Bro???” Sent.
..
Okay, maybe he’s showering or something- okay maybe not. Twix always takes his phone into the bathroom even when he’s showering, he’s always next to his phone! He’s married to it at this point! Did something bad actually happen to him??? Did Verity not only kill him in Minecraft and Discord but somehow in real l-
“Delivered” in a split second turned into “seen.”
( • • • )
“SORRY! I WAS IN THE RESTROOM JUST FOR A BIT. MY BAD.”
..
HOOOOoooooooooooo…..
WOW! That was the most relieved exhale he ever had! He forgot to breathe for a few seconds, he was just holding his breath in since the moment he saw “seen.”
Oh, but thank GOD Twixxel is okay. He wouldn’t have forgiven himself and especially not Ve… Ehem- if anything happened to his best partner in crime!
“DUDE, YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME. Why is it the moment that I actually need you, you’re not near your phone?? 😭”
“I’M SORRY, OK? BUT WHAT DO YOU ACTUALLY NEED?”
“sorry, i was in caps lock.”
“Did you ever Actually get a call notification from me on discord??”
“you called me???”
“no, i didn’t get anything??”
“Really? I did Try to call you though”
“you know, i actually did tried to text you after verity slaughtered my guts out of me but it kept saying “fail to send message” or at least something like that.”
“Seems like we just couldn't reach each other after you died..”
“So Verity Did do something with our accounts…”
“Wait, but why’d you give up on texting me so fast 😭”
“You could've come here”
“On Messages”
“bro, i was actually really shocked and wanted to text you as fast as I could but discord didn’t work and i was also really hungry… so i just kinda left to make myself some food, my bad. 😭”
“Bruh”
“Who even eats at like 2 in the morning”
“bro.”
“Ok”
“I don’t care if it was way later for you, little German Boy in his little German House”
“😭”
“Ok, I’m gonna go sleep, bye”
“Lmk if you find anything on what Verity did”
“It’s bedtime for me now”
“don’t you usually sleep way later? i thought you were working on the video.”
“Uhhh something happened so I’ll do that tomorrow”
“oh, ok.”
“you’ll tell me tomorrow what happened? :D”
“i’m curious.”
“Yeah yeah sure”
“okay, good night, mob! i’ll check discord out right now.”
“Okok thanks, morning for you, byeee”
Click.
Plop.
“Hooh.” Mob sighs as if he’d finally let go of the 100 pounds of baggage he was carrying.
Okay, great. Twixxel is still alive and healthy. It’s just that only Discord’s fucked up. Okay, okay!
Deep breathe in.
Sigh.
“I thinkkk it’s time to sleep now.” Mob quietly says to himself.
Mob, still having his phone in his right hand — which is dangling off the couch lifelessly, close to touching the floor — forces his arm upward to leave his phone on the table, right in front of the lamp. He then pushes his upper body towards the table so he could turn off the lamp that’s just a little further than his phone.
Click.
He retreats back to his position, but instead is now facing the ceiling — then unfurling his legs to be straight on the couch as well as folding his hands upon his stomach.
.
It’s pitch dark.
Nothing but a few stars he can spot outside of his windows that could be barely considered light. No moon in sight either.
Just him.
He’s all alone, staring at the popcorn ceiling.
..
“…because it was the only way to be near people at all.”
“And Minecraf-“
“Minecraft is different. You guys add me in! I- um- you chose to put me in your world. That was- That was different.”
“But, d-do you have somewhere you’re actually from? Like- a- a home?”
..
“There’s a place. It’s not somewhere I describe warmly.! But..it’s more like where I exist when- when I’m not anywhere else.”
“Well, could you- you know, go..back there?”
“Why do you ask?”
“I don’t know. Sounds exhausting, you know..being everywhere.”
“Yeah, that’s why I stay.”
“Don’t worry..! I’ll- I’ll never leave.”
“Promise?”
…
“Yeah.”
..
“I’m sorry that I lied to you.” Mob whispers to himself with a hint of sadness and guilt.
“God, why did I even say that?!.. He- He didn’t even ask me that, I was the one that said it first..! Ughhhh.” Mob angrily grumbles to himself, aggressively flipping himself onto his side to face the couch’s pillowy cushion.
Whatever. He can’t take it back, he can’t apologize to Verity face-to-face anymore. And- It’s- It’s not like it actually meant anything! Sure, he said that to (just in case) somewhat reassure Verity, to “calm” him down, but as if that actually helped with anything. It all would’ve come out the same result anyways…
Right?
.
Hah..
Seems like it really was the end for them.
Mob won’t go back, can’t go back anyways. Even if there was respawning in that world, Mob wouldn’t have clicked the pixelated “Respawn” button and instead would’ve clicked the pixelated “Title Screen.” Never to return to that god-forsaken world again.
Well, it’s- it’s for the best that they never meet ever again. Such a weird, codependent, obsessive- possessive friendship is never a good thing, especially between an AI and a human. That’s ridiculous! No matter how hard they could’ve tried, they probably never would’ve been able to understand each other.
…Though, Verity really was such an..emotional AI. So human- NO! Not again! No more guilt, no more regret, and absolutely NO empathy for Verity! Verity was the one in the wrong! So selfish!.. So- haaah.
Stop. Let’s just sleep it all away and live on. Mob’ll delete the Minecraft world tomorrow and just wipe the mod clean off both his laptop’s files and PC’s files when he wakes up. It’s done. It’s over. Never again.
So lost in his own mind, Mob doesn’t realize he’s gotten sleepier and sleepier, his eyelids slowly becoming heavier as the seconds pass.
ZZZzzzzzzzzzzz
And the next thing you know, he’s dead asleep.
Goodnight, Mob.
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Blink. Blink. Blink.
Ughhh, what time is it? Who’s ringing at the doorbell right now?
Mob picks up his phone from the table to check the time, body slightly aching since he definitely slept weird on the couch — you should’ve seen his left leg being up in the air while supported by the couch, his right leg being bent towards him, and his head being at a 50 degree angle when he woke up!
Well, it’s a bright, sunny afternoon! The birds are singing right outside, the leaves on the trees shine a saturated green in the sunlight, cars are passing each other on the road, people are walking outside! Oh what a wonderful summer!
And Mob slept for 12 hours! WOW! What a chud!
“Shiiiit. Ough.”
Streeeeeeetch.
“Ohhhh yeah. That’s better.”
Mob sits up and gets off the couch, seeing himself in various reflective surfaces around the apartment.
Wow, his hair is quite the masterpiece today.
Mob’s sure he looks like shit right now, but he starts heading over to the door anyway. He has to at least check who’s there before they start to walk away.
“Coming! Hold on a sec…” Mob says in a slightly louder voice than his usual, just so the person outside can hear.
Mob gets closer and closer to the front door while also pulling up his “Ting” app to check through the (doorbell) camera who could possibly be outside.
He stops and stands right in front of the black front door. He squints at the camera view he’s currently watching through his phone — a tall, rather handsome, blonde man (who seems to be around Mob’s age) stands outside his door with a neutral yet sort of twitchy face expression. What a weird expression, is he alright? He looks like he might be hot, his hair not being too neat.
Okay but he probably isn’t a salesman. That’s all that matters. While he is wearing a white dress shirt and black pants, he isn’t carrying anything that screams salesman trying to scam you.
Mob can’t quite clearly tell what’s up with this guy so he takes a look through the physical peephole that’s in front of him — it’s a pretty old feature of this apartment complex’s doors buuut it can still be helpful every now and then.
Ballright, the man does seem to be sweaty, he looks nervous, happy, scared, and just- all the emotions at once right now even if he is trying to keep a neutral face. Maybe that’s why his face is kind of twitching?? Too many emotions??? Lowkey dunno, he ain’t no psychologist.
“Isn’t this kind of a suspicious guy? Him being kinda good-looking doesn’t help…” Mob mutters to himself.
Oh well, time to fuck around and find out!
Mob opens the door slightly, just enough to get a good view of the guy.
..
“I’m sorry, but am IIII supposed to know you? I don’t recognize you from anywhere…”
Mob stares very attentively at the guy.
He stares back.
..Y’know, he thought it was just the camera and the peephole but damn this guy’s eyes are literally pitch black.
..Okay and he’s pretty good-looking, hot damn what the fuck.
Suddenly, he starts to talk.
“Hellooo! Good to see you again, my friend. Ask me anything, I still know everything.”
..?
Mob's eye squints even harsher at the blonde.
What? What is this guy yapping about, bro? Is he crazy? I just told him I don’t recognize him. Am I supposed to??
..!
Wait.
This sounds really, really familiar. Like- way, way wayyyy too close to home.
This- This is what- what Verity says! What the-
The blonde man starts to crack a wide, crooked smile.
“It’s me.. 
Verity.”
..
“What the FUCK!?”