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“Shit!”
Mob cursed, as he tore through his lookout base using his pickaxe, destroying any and all blocks in his way. He had no time to simply open the door, for Verity, now a 12 foot tall monster, broke his window, actively hunting for him.
He jumped down from the top of his base onto the ground. He rolled, tumbling down the mountain he climbed several blocks up, from Verity's tips.
Verity could be heard clearly behind him.
“Mob!” The monster screamed.
As he tripped, the sharp blocks and hard landings bruised him quite a bit, but he had no time nor any food items to try and heal himself. The most important thing was getting out of there, away from Verity's wrath alive.
“Mob!”
Every time the hill ended, he would still stumble down, no matter how high the fall. He had his flashlight equipped, but its range wasn't very far. He'd have to get lucky.
Finally, he reached the bottom of the mountain, and almost to his old house he built.
He remembered Verity was sealed by a few wood bricks there, so he hopes maybe if he comes back for him, setting him free, that the 12 foot tall monster he became will stop seeking him out to satiate its hunger.
Mob panted and winced in pain, some of his limbs bleeding, and parts of his outfit torn from getting caught onto plants or other blocks. Holding his arm, he tried to go as fast as he could to the house.
He opened all the trapdoors to his little makeshift lava death trap, which was a very small two-by-two pit misaligned with not many doors. Although, it was still something.
“Verity,” He yelled painfully, “Stop this! I didn't do anything!”
Mob forced the door open, covering the entrance with yet more wood blocks. He slowed down as he reached the window onto the other side of the first floor of his original survival base. Groaning in even more pain, he leaned on the wall with the window.
He flinched, remembering what happened last time he was near such a large window.
“Window!.. Okay, good.”
He backed up slowly, to not be heard, and importantly, to not make his wounds hurt too much.
It was intended to see what mobs were close, but he should probably shrink it a little if he's downloading all these mods.
“I should've brought Twixxel with me,” he said under his breath.
He hissed, holding onto one of his arms. It felt warm and wet. Looking at the hand, he was more disappointed than shocked.
“This shit is so ass.”
That moment of calm was immediately interrupted, when a bunch of blocks and a wooden door came flying at him, some making even worse scrapes against his skin. Verity had found out a way to get in.
Of course, he knows everything after all.
That hurt him a lot, but there was no time to think about it. The monster Verity roared at him, an ear searching screech that made him subconsciously force his ears closed.
“Verity, stop, Please!”
Running upstairs, Mob covered the open passage on the stairway, and turned around to the display where the original Verity was supposed to be.
“Please, Verity! Wha- Verity?!”
To his surprise, it was revealed to only be a blank yellow ball.
“What the-?! Why do you have no face..?!”
Mob held on to his arm again. His entire body was starting to register how much pain he's in. It was to the point where he could almost pass out, but the fear of the creature on his way to devour him was keeping him awake.
Still, he wanted to try to reason with Verity, knowing he's too weak to try and fight him.
“I came back… I came back for you, okay?!”
The muffled roars could be heard downstairs. Mob could feel himself flinch and shake.
“I could've run further,” he pleaded, his voice breaking, “but I didn't! Please!”
Mob wasn't paying attention, but the noises downstairs were slowly beginning to cease as Mob's begging became more desperate.
“Please, Verity…”
There was silence now. The creature was gone, but Verity still had no face. Mob sighed, holding his head in pain.
“You came back.. for me?”
Mob looked up from the floor. There he was. Verity had his face again. That same old smile he saw from the first day they met. That “personal helper friend” The ball advertised itself as.
He sighed yet again. “Yes. Yes I did, Verity.”
He groaned under his breath, “Ugh, oh my God..”
Verity had his eyes locked on Mob, but Mob was not looking back. He felt he couldn't make eye contact with the same.. thing.. that chased him.
“It's over,” Mob said tiredly, “It's all over..”
He looked disheveled now, his hair untidy, parts of his clothes ripped, and most of all, covered in scars and bruises, some spots bleeding out.
Mob couldn't make out Verity's expression, for he was always smiling in every single situation. Frankly he did not care. He was alive, and that's all that mattered.
…Until it didn't.
Mob's vision became fuzzy and greyed, to where most of his surroundings were unrecognizable and obscured.
A loud ringing in his ears became more powerful than any other sound, not even the sound of Verity's talking was audible to him.
Gravity ended up taking over, and he slipped forwards, faceplanting right onto the hardwood block floor.
He woke up in his bed, jolting awake. He felt as if that entire fiasco was just one big nightmare, until the bruises and injuries actually began to sting.
He looked at one of his arms, they weren't bleeding as bad as the night before, but it was still not a good look for him. He leaned back in his bed and tried to relax, until he saw Verity right in his bed.
“Hi! Good morning-”
Mob instantly gripped the ball and tossed it at the wall, not thinking straight. Verity bounced off the wall, rolling in a comical way.
Mob covered his mouth in shock at such a violent action he did.
“Fuck! Verity, you scared the crap out of me!”
Luckily, Verity took this action lightheartedly.
“Haha, ouch! I know you didn't mean that.” He rolled upright to face Mob again.
“Looks like those bruises really took you out, huh, Mob? I couldn't help but notice it. I tried talking to you about it last night but… you kinda passed out on me.”
Mob pulled his covers, looking puzzled. He could hardly remember much things last night, due to the whole “passing out” thing Verity told him about.
“But,” Verity spoke again, “All's well, ‘cause I was able to put you into bed safe and sound afterwards!”
There was a long awkward pause. Yet Mob's face softened a little.
“You're also almost out of iron, so I restocked your furnaces! I thought it'd be helpful.”
“That's… actually really nice, Verity. Thanks..” Mob didn't make eye contact when he showed the ball his gratitude.
“I do what I can to help,” Verity responded. “If you need anything, just tell me! I know everything-”
Mob interrupted him coldly. “Wait, Stop.”
Verity cut off his sentence. He was surprisingly not offended.
Mob forced the covers of the bed off him, and stood before Verity.
Things were still a bit fuzzy from the night before for him, but slowly a few memories were starting to actually register to him.
“Verity, weren't you the one who literally chased me down a tall hill, trying to eat me alive?”
Silence.
“That huge creature, with freakish limbs, that was actively seeking me out, calling my name, roaring in such ways..”
Silence again.
“That thing was you.. and yet.. you're acting so nice to me now…”
Silence yet again.
“I don't know what the hell you're trying to do to me, but I'm not gonna let you trick me any longer,” Mob said, gritting his teeth.
He forced open a chest, tossing Verity inside it. He felt a sense of unease wash over him, but it quickly faded away.
Part of him wanted to feel bad, maybe Verity had a change of heart, and wanted to be a friend of his again.
The other half was still filled with wrath for what Verity did to him the day before, and the audacity to tuck him nicely into bed like nothing ever happened.
Staring at the crafting table for a little while, he scoffed and bolted upstairs.
“Should've never gotten that damn mod.”
The wounds from last night on his body became too painful to bear, but he had nothing to heal since the day just started.
“I need to go find a village, or kill a sheep, or something.”
Packing a pickaxe, a sword, and a few torches, he went back downstairs to leave his house. He still hadn't healed yet, so of course, this was still painful.
In the corner of his eye, he could see Verity had escaped from the chest, watching his every move. He pretended like he didn't see him, and reached for the door handle, before immediately being stopped.
“How risky! Your health is far too low to leave the house! One slip and it could be all over! I could help you find a quick, safe route to healing items, or I could lend you some myself! Your choice!”
“I don't care, Verity,” Mob spoke back coldly. He put his hand on the door handle, almost about to turn it when he was yet again interrupted.
“There's some nearby mobs hiding in the shadows that could kill you instantly! I wouldn't recommend that!”
Mob groaned loudly at Verity's insufferable comments. He took his hand off the door handle and forced it to his face in a harsh facepalm.
“Verity! Will you just let me go?!”
“Depends,” Verity replied, “Do you want to die?”
“Verity,” Mob hissed, “you're gonna make me lose my fucking mind.”
Pissed off, he tossed his pickaxe and started to look in a couple chests for any healing items.
He could tell he was being watched by Verity for such an embarrassing sight.
After looking in several chests and corners finding nothing to heal with, he ultimately gave up. Mob sank to the floor in despair at his worthless attempts to defy Verity, as his easy-to-get-pissed-off type mind was far most unhelpful.
Yet he had to admit Verity had a point in some of the things he was saying. About to close his eyes, he noticed a strange roll approach him, leaving behind a trail of the same cloth.
“The heck did you just give me?-”
“Bandages.”
Verity gave him a roll of bandages.
“What?” Verity asked light heartedly, “You've never seen these before?”
“Gimme that!” Mob snatched the roll bandages from the floor and immediately got to work wrapping his wounds.
Of course, Mob was not natural at such a thing. Wrapping around his arms, he gritted his teeth and winced at much deeper wounds being applied with pressure.
Verity was a little impressed by the way Mob was moving with such precision, pushing away bloodstained and ripped clothes, along with him layering the medical material until the stains of red became faded enough.
Mob sighed as he approached more difficult parts of his body to bandage up. Shamefully, he bit down on one end of the roll as a makeshift pin.
He wrapped around his elbow, sometimes slipping and messing up with the procedure, with parts of the material slipping and being more drenched in blood than they should be.
He was focused until Verity spoke, “You sure you don't need help with that?”
“No, I absolutely don't,” Mob hissed back, “I'll do this on my own.”
His voice creaked amidst the throbbing pain of directly impacting his wounds.
“Your determination intrigues me, Mob! You never fail to amaze me.”
“I don't want your flattery,” Mob groaned back. “Leave me to do this alone.”
Verity practically chose to ignore Mob's request.
“Try to lay down some of the cloth without any wrinkles, they can cause some irritation and uneven pressure points to your skin."
“Damn it, Verity!”
Mob, in frustration, quickly untied most the work he had already done.
Some parts of the bandage were wrinkled and drenched in blood, that it began to stain small puddles onto the floor.
“There, I took it all off, now go ahead and heal me on your own, like you wanted to, apparently! Go on!”
Clearly Mob sounded and acted out of total frustration. Verity could tell, so he wasn't mad at him at all. In fact, this childish act pleased him just enough.
“I actually don't want to heal you all on my own,” Verity said, “but I do want to help you! How about I walk you through with this.. like, giving you a bit of a tutorial?”
Mob sighed and nodded his head, breaking eye contact. It's not like he could walk right out of this anyway. In the end, He was in pain, and just needed something.
“Alright, friend! Now, pick that roll of bandages up again, and I'll help you from step one!”
Mob abided by his announcement, and the two began to bond over correctly bandaging up his wounds. Sometimes, Verity would ask him a couple questions, make jokes, and even quiz Mob on his procedure. Only a few times did he get things right. After a little over half an hour, He was done.
Verity inspected Mob's health bar. “Uh-huh! Full hearts! And hey, you kinda look pretty good wrapped in those bandages..”
“What did you say?” Mob asked.
“Never mind,” Verity replied. “Now, what was that about a village you were talking about?”
Mob chuckled, “That was well over three hours ago. I don't even know if I need that village anymore!” He could feel himself smirk a little. Slightly noticing Verity's smile was a bit more genuine.
“Well, who's to say you won't find anything else? Just bring me along with you, I know everything!”
“Heh, you always say that, Verity.”
And so the two left the house, back to bring friends again…
Yet that didnt last long either.
The memories of the night before had still not faded, and may show up again in the middle of their little adventures, but who's to say if Verity will try do anything about it?