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Ever since Verity had eaten a “Twix bar” for the first and last time, Mob has been devastated and is undergoing grief. And somehow, his grief made him gain plushie making abilities which made him make a verity plushie. At first, Verity thought it was cute, but Mob was spending more time with Plushity — a name mob gave it because he thought it was cute — instead of Verity.
Mob had spent so much time with Plushity to the point he tried to feed him. Verity thought it looked childish which was out of character of him since it’s Mob, which should’ve been a warning for Mob but he was too busy taking care of Plushity to even care.
Notice how I keep using past tense? Well here’s the reason.
“Hey Verity? Me and Plushity are going to go sight seeing. You stay home and watch the house okay?”
“But Mob- what about me?-“
“Ehh you’ll be fine. Just eat whatever is in your way.”
Then Mob just shut the door on verity and left to spend even more time with Plushity.
“Oh I will eat everything that goes in my way.”
It was night time when it happened. Mob was sleeping more peacefully than he’d ever had ever since that night Verity ate a Twix bar. Verity has decided it was enough. He slowly took the plushy and ate him. He tasted like hay, probably because Mob didn’t really have any cotton and just used hay as a replacement for the cotton. But atleast he didn’t consume any plastic.
The morning Mob woke up, he immediately realized that his oh so pretty plushy was gone. And he was in grief AGAIN. He did not get out of his bed, or did anything at all. He just wanted to sleep it out.
“Mob? I refilled your furnaces and cooked some food! You should at least eat first! You also need to get some more iron because-“
“Will you shut UP?!”
“I- excuse me? I was only trying to help! Besides, you can’t just sleep for the entire day!-“
“Well what if I can?- Wh- why are you so fucking normal about this?!”
“Normal about what?”
Verity started to piss of Mob so badly he stood up and held that ball in his palm so hard it felt like he was about to burst
“Listen here you little bitch. You killed my best friend, and JUST as I was actually coping, you decided to destroy that too.”
“You don’t need them! You only need me! I can help you cope with anything you got!”
“I- UGH.”
Mob threw verity on a wall out of anger. He then went in his bed and tried to sleep again. Verity couldn’t actually feel pain, so he rolled towards mob and tried to comfort him.
“Mob, are you okay? It’s fine, I’m here to help you-“
“I made that plushie because he didn’t kill my friend. I made that plushie because he’s the only one who wouldn’t force me to do anything. I made that plushie because it genuinely made me feel happier.”
“But Mob I-“
“No, shut up. Unless you can revive Twixxel, I’m not going to talk to you no matter how much you annoy me. Kill me, hurt me, scare me, but I won’t care.”
“..okay then.”