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It hasn't been long since the incident 3 nights ago. Mob could barely sleep and would jolt at any noise that had any resemblance to the eerie music Verity played that night. It was fortunate of Mob that he had managed to escape, but it came at the cost of Mob having to stay with Verity for the sake of his safety. Every day, Mob had to log on, interact with Verity and make sure he goes on adventures with the little yellow helper in his inventory 24/7. It was exhausting, and quite annoying to say the least.
Mob even invited Twixxel to his world to investigate Verity and his past. But nothing could prepare Mob for the horror which was his friend going through the Minecraft equivalence of 'death' in the hands of the same little yellow ball helper who had been by his side since he started his world. Mob tried to ignore the fact that Verity just 'killed' his friend and go on with his day but the gnawing feeling of fear was still there. The fear that one day, Mob will have no one else in the Minecraft world besides Verity. A true heaven for Verity but a true hell for Mob.
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Mob was working on the base, planning to build a new one and destroying the old one. He placed each oak plank one by one and made sure to add a patch of cobblestone on the wall for the fireplace, unlike last time where the whole house nearly burned down. Verity was in Mob's inventory, watching as the black Minecraft man built a new base for them both.
"Your wood is running out, the nearest plains forest is 1200 blocks southeast." Verity spoke, his voice calm and cheerful despite the incident a few days ago that nearly cost Mob his 'life' or whatever the term was. Mob was already sick of Verity, but his curiosity was won fiercely in the battle of whether to continue this world or not. "Thanks bud." Mob's voice was uncertain, almost shaky with genuine fear for his own life.
After his wood was out, Mob set out to the forest where Verity had located earlier, axe in hand and the yellow ball still in his inventory, not even in his hotbar. "Say Mob, do you have anyone special in your life? Besides me, of course!" Verity asked, which made Mob stand still, taking out the yellow fellow out of his inventory and in his hotbar to hold. The man was confused, a little taken aback that Verity was asking quite personal questions. "Yeah, I do. My parents, my siblings. Why?" Despite the answer, Mob noticed how the yellow guy had a blank expression on his face, weird.
"Nothing, just curious." Even with the reassurance, Mob can feel the tense tone Verity used whenever he was unhappy with something. Arriving in the forest, Mob got to work and chopped down every single tree within his render distance. At some point, his axe broke mid chop and Mob let out a sigh of annoyance. "Damnit, I did pack up an extra axe." Mob was annoyed, the inconvenience of not having an extra axe bothering him. "I can give it to you." Verity spoke, his voice strained with his smile widening to the sickening smile Mob remembered seeing during the 3 day incident.
"What do you mean?"
"I meant what I said."
Just then, an iron axe appeared on his hotbar where the previous axe was. "Oh... thanks." Mob then continued to chop down the trees, which ended up with him having two stacks of wood. Mob also picked up the saplings and apples, good resources to grow a forest nearby his base for easy wood access.
As Mob was on his way to base, he felt a shiver travel down his spine. Not in game, but rather in real life. Mob paused his tracks in-game and took a look at his room, a messy bed, windows with black curtains and plain white walls that was also included with trash of takeouts, soda cans all over the floor. Shit, when was the last time I cleaned my room?
Mob looked back at his pc where was Minecraft running on his screen, Verity was staring into Mob's screen as if the yellow guy knew what's happening outside the game. "Mob?" Verity called out, the voice straining even more, as if holding back from an outburst. "Mob?" He called out. Mob looked at the time, 3.00 am, then at the Minecraft logo. The man let out a sigh, stress evident in the creases of his eyebrows as he leaned forward with his hands on the sides of his head, his thumb pressing against his temples.
It's just a mod. Mob thought, but despite knowing that fact, he still refuses to delete the mod. "Mob. Are going to do it?" Verity's voice echoes through the room, Mob's headphones unplugged which jolted Mob from his train of thoughts. Do it? Do what? Mob then looked down at the keyboard and mouse, the idea of deleting the silly mod was strong. Mob stayed quiet, his eyes devoid of any emotion, the bags under his eyes clear despite the dark, dimlit space which was his room.
"Mob."
"...."
"You don't have to, Mob. I'm here for you, and that's all you need."
"No you're not."
"What?"
Mob looked up to face the yellow ball he was holding in-game, a fierce determination in his eyes. "You're not all I need. You're not worth my time." Mob could see the slight tremor from the yellow ball, how the creepy smile from the thing suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a blank expression. "Mob. Stop." Verity was clear with his intentions, he didn't have any when it comes to letting Mob go.
But Mob persisted. He went to his home screen, Minecraft playing in the background. "You're all I don't need, Verity!" Mob then went back to the Minecraft window, his mouse dragging to the close window button. "Mob, stop it. You're going to hurt yourself." Verity cooed, trying to calm the man down from deleting the mod. As the mouse inched closer to the button, the smile from Verity's face turned to a frown, his eyes turning ones of anger.
"Mob, stop." Verity's voice was almost that of anger, his tone strained of anger. When Mob wasn't swayed, he grew angrier. "MOB, STOP THIS!!"
"...."
"MOB, YOU'RE GOING TO REGRET THI—" Silence. The Minecraft window was closed. Mob snapped out of it before he went ahead and threw Minecraft to the dustbin and cleared the virtual dustbin, deleting Minecraft and the mod as well. Mob sat there, his screen illuminated the room as the man felt as if he just won a war.
Mob then stood up for the first time in a few hours, stretching his limbs before walking to the kitchen for a can of Red Bull and some peace after a while. Meanwhile in his bedroom, his phone lit up, a smiling png with black background was on the screen before glitching away when Mob came back with a trash bag to clean the mess on the floor.
It seems like the all-knowing helper was very much all-knowing.