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“Please Mob, don’t leave me. Don’t run. Please I will- I will be good. I’ll be good for you.”
Verity was.. begging?
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The morning after Verity….. did something to Twixxel, Mob called Twixxel on discord. But despite how many tries, Twixxel couldn’t join the world that Verity was in. Or any Minecraft world involving Mob. What the hell is happening?
After talking some more with Twixxel, and some deliberation, Mob decided to get the courage and join his world with Verity.
Mob spawned in where he left last time, he had logged off outside the underground library. He trudged back to his base, the book Twixxel wrote still in his inventory. He approached his base cautiously, even though it wasn’t night, Verity turning into that monster is probably possible. He opened the door to see Verity on the crafting table near his bed.
Verity was staring at him, his usual face replaced with a serious one.
“What took you so long? You usually log on earlier than this.” Verity said, his voice annoyed and plain.
Mob didn’t respond, a long minute of silence. Mob knew he shouldn’t keep acting like this situation- this relationship- was normal. Verity was just supposed to be an easy horror mod, not control Mob and kill his best friend.
“Verity.” Mob said slowly. “I can’t keep acting like I’m fine with this. Like I’m fine. - What are you, Verity.” Mobs words sounded like he was terrified, in disbelief, and confused all at once.
Verity still had his neutral face, but his tone sounded more cut-throat.
“Why can’t I just be your only helper, Mob. You know you need me. I even designed a new form just to help you.” Verity then rolled off the crafting table. He then started grotesquely transforming into a semi-human form. It still had some aspects of the.. monster.. form but was more toned down, to mimic more of a human body.
Verity was now a bit taller than Mobs Minecraft character, enough to notice the difference.
What happened next was surprising to Mob. Verity dropped to his knees infront of him, and grabbed Mob’s’ hands.
“Please Mob, don’t leave me. Don’t run. Please I will- I will be good. I’ll be good for you.”
Verity was.. begging?
But his plea’s soon turned demanding.
Even intoxicating.
“I’m sorry I got rid of your friend Mob…”
“He deserved it. You just don’t see that you only need me.”
Verity’s words became frantic.
“Stay with me Mob.”
“Mob, only play with me.”
“Your mine Mob.”
His last plea, or rather possessive statement was,
“Don’t run Mob. You’re mine.”