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The glass shards of the broken window flew everywhere, some of them leaving small cuts all throughout Mobs face and body. He would usually notice the pain surfacing but currently? That’s a different story, what he was looking at numbed any pain he felt, he was too terrified to put any true thought to it anyways.
What stared at him back was a horror that could never be described to anybody who hadn’t seen it. A tall, yellow colored humanoid figure. The eerie smile playing on its face making it all the worse to look at, Mob knew he could never outrun it, never beat it. So.. what could he do, convince it not to kill him? It would be the best idea for the moment if it was even possible, the fact that Mob was standing there in fear, unable to even utter a single word proved it wrong.
He quickly brought his axe out of his inventory, gripping the handle hard despite the aching pain in his hands from the cuts that he ignored. He desperately chopped the wood to get out, isn’t it so weird how things keeping him safe can turn to keeping him from being safe so quickly? He quickly cleared it enough to sprint out, tripping on his steps but paying no attention to it. He swapped to his pickaxe, mining the fence around the edges of the stairs to get down quicker. He could never outrun Verity normally, and even now, Verity was still catching up with unnerving speed.
“VERITY—PLEASE STOP! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING, PLEASE VERITY!”
He landed hard, the small shards in his legs not making the fall any easier than it already was. He didn’t care though, having his focus on one thing and one thing only. Escaping this freak of nature that was chasing him.
He really couldn’t do anything against such a beast, could he? He continued running, heart hammering against his ribs. The side of his stomach aching from lack of water, in these past few days of preparation he hadn’t really been eating or drinking much. Focusing on preparing for what was coming.
Verity.
But wait— where’s the base? He didn’t know. He was never good with directions, not even the adrenaline that was coursing through his body could supply enough to his brain for him to remember the cords. He would always ask Verity for help, but, I don’t really think that’s an option currently.
“VERITY— PLEASE CALM DOWN!”
Mob could notice the footsteps growing heavier behind him, what could he do.. where could he go?
Suddenly, he noticed a small cave in the corner of his eye. He made a sharp turn, almost slipping in the process from the rain that made the grass wet and slippery. He dove into the small water cave, blocking off the 3 gap tall 4 block wide entrance the best he could. The water wet his pants and everything it touched, but honestly compared to everything that was happening that was the least of Mobs worries. But.. Verity was too tall— right? Mob hoped so.
It was stupid how much he relied on Verity. He relied on him to set reminders to eat, little facts, where his base was, etc.
He wanted to cry at the thought, he thought they were friends. He didn’t want to die by the same person he relied on— what type of death is that? He curled up against the cold stone walls. The cold making no difference against his sweating, scared adrenaline filled body.
Suddenly, the noise outside stopped. Following an eerie silence before a small tune started playing. It was.. nice. It was Verity’s favorite.
He definitely wasn’t gone, and the music was getting louder. He just curled up tighter. He wanted to mine away, to fight or run or to do something to live. But the unsettling feeling in his stomach grew as he stayed frozen, trying to hold back tears and failing.
Suddenly, he lifted his head up. Arms wrapped around his legs, shaking and barely able to see. But— he swore he heard blocks breaking, well— barely. The music covered most the sound. It was a stark difference from the soft but terrifying sound playing outside, but why could he hear it so well then? Oh, wait.
Verity was already close. Behind him. Waiting for him to notice.