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Lock the Last Open Door by weretalkingstraw
Fandoms: Verity | Something is Knocking at Your Door (Web Series), Minecraft (Video Game)
17 Oct 2026
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This fic is on indefinite hiatus until further notice.
A void, bloody disgruntled figure appeared, coughing up fresh droplets of blood onto Mob’s floor as they used the wall to support their what looked like a bitten clean off shoulder. Forget their shoulder, their entire body appeared like they had went through the several stages of pure hell. Mob wavered, standing down as he lowered his weapon, but still subconsciously on guard of the man had decided to suddenly attack even in such a state. The strange man lifted his head as if it strained their entire being, before calling out Mob’s name with a gurgled, weak but loud voice.
“Mob… MOB!"
Mob dropped his weapon out of pure shock, his small pupils laying upon the all suddenly too familiar figure.
“Get… AWAY FROM THAT THING!—"
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Verity puts Twixxel at the brink of death and leaves him alone in a dark forest to rot away, but death never comes.
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God Knows What Lies Behind That Screen by weretalkingstraw
Fandoms: Something is Already Here... (Short Film - Twixxel), Minecraft (Video Game)
12 Oct 2026
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Twixxel’s right hand gripped around the shimmering diamond sword that laid ready in his belt, it unshielded from its place with a sharp metallic ring. Twixxel’s eyes remained on Idaios’s color signal-less face, his white filled eyes razor sharp, filled with an unsure yet determined malicious intention spark.
“Twix…” The shortened name only worsened Twixxel’s fierce glare, the sword beginning to slowly raise in prepare for an inevitable strike.
“Shut the FUCK up!” Twixxel snapped, his hands beginning to shake as if he was pushing himself to move forward.
“You don’t get to call me that anymore.”
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The long agonizing minute of Twixxel’s discovery of Idaios working for Creator, he takes matters into his own sword. -
Finding You Again by weretalkingstraw
Fandoms: Verity | Something is Knocking at Your Door (Web Series), Minecraft (Video Game)
28 Sep 2026
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After Mob’s self-inflicted death, Verity refuses to believe that he is gone, recreating him and attempting to return to normalcy.
No.
Mob begins to realize certain aspects of his survival life with his best friend Verity, and reality slowly begins to slip.
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You Okay, Bro? by weretalkingstraw
Fandoms: Verity | Something is Knocking at Your Door (Web Series), Minecraft (Video Game)
13 Sep 2026
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“Wh—who’s…” Mob questioned quietly, his voice barely steady as he wondered and feared who was behind that door.
“Yo, Mob!”
That voice.
Was that…?
Another knock came, chipping off Mob’s train of thought.
No… that can’t be…
“Twixxel…?”
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Verity's desperation for Mob's attention becomes unbearable, and it seems like the only thing on Mob's mind is Twixxel. Perhaps Mob will feel better if Verity *were* Twixxel.
(Instead of Verity simply using Twixxel's voice in Part Two, Verity shapeshifts into Twixxel)
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Useful by weretalkingstraw
Fandoms: Verity | Something is Knocking at Your Door (Web Series)
27 Aug 2026
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A memory suddenly resurfaced, he had noticed how many times Mob had returned to base with a starving stomach, and just last night he had returned with little to none in his inventory to eat, yet slept so quickly. Verity could hear how hungry Mob was for some type of meal, yet never truly said anything about it as if he did not want Verity to pester him into eating. Verity has only done so once or twice, yet to no avail for Mob to eat. Pondering about it now made Verity’s nonexistent throat tingle.
Verity’s smile widened to a toothy, sinister grin as a plan formed slowly but surely. Verity lifted one of Twixxel’s decapitated legs and cocked his head to the right, before speaking to the body part as if it was able to respond.
“Just your luck, Twixxel! You found yourself a way to be useful.”
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Verity takes matters into his own hands in getting rid of Twixxel, though it wouldn't hurt to give Mob somewhat of a farewell in the form of a gentle breakfast.