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Player POV
I heard a terrifying noise from behind me. The sound of bones clattering. I heard the sound of a release and suddenly a sharp pain shot up my back.
Great. A skeleton.
I turned around and stabbed it a few times. It looked into my soul with those empty eye sockets.
It looked up at the sky, accepting its fate...
I can't kill it now
I lowered my sword. It looked at me. Even through the blank stare, I could tell it was thankful.
I threw a piece of bread on the floor as a piece offering. It stared down at the loaf of magic.
Skeleton POV
Unbelievable. I thought it was a zombie or something. That's why I shot it.
Zombies are trash.
It was a player. He turned around and I got scared so I drew my bow again, but I wasn't gonna shoot him.
It's a defense mechanism.
He started stabbing me so I lowered my bow and looked up at the sky, accepting death.
He stopped stabbing. I looked at him, thankful, but also extremely annoyed at the situation.
He threw a loaf of bread on the floor. I looked down on it.
Beautiful.
That is the only word that came to mind. For a second, I forgot about the situation.
I walked forward and picked up the miracle.
Beautiful crust.
Properly baked.
I need to marry the baker who made this... Wait- The player made this didn't he?
I came back to my senses and drew my bow and shot at him.
The look in his eyes hurt enough for me to know I didn't want to feel his anger put on me through a knife.
So, I grabbed the bread and ran away. Me and the bread are now happily married.