Chapter Text
"Dude you'll be doing me such a huge favor, please?" His best friend, Mob, had nervously pleaded over the call, Twixxel had laughed it off, leaning back in his chair with a casual shrug. For him, recording a video was practically a leisure activity, and helping out a friend was a given. The request was simple: take over the recording for a specific mod showcase, get the footage, and let Mob handle the editing and hard stuff later. It wasn't too big of an ask so he accepted.
"Sure, just send me the link to the mod page," Twixxel had replied, already imagining the layout of the video. He’d spent the last hour tidying up his desktop and clearing out old recording files, though download for the Verity mod was surprisingly small, which was the first hint that it wasn't a typical content-heavy overhaul. As the installation bar slid toward completion, reading the description of the mod. Something about it being a helper bot and knowing everything.
It sounded a bit pretentious for a Minecraft mod, but that was exactly the kind of thing that usually made for a great video hook.
The downloading was complete, he then started up Minecraft.
Twixxel spawned in the new world, seemingly landing in a grasslands biome. And a... Box right infront of him.
Twixxel blinked, assuming this is apart of the mod when his train of confused thoughts were cut off as the box moved, muffling noises coming from it.
"Uhh.." The wither skeleton hybrid crouches infront of the shuffling box, cautiously opening the top of the box to free whatever was in there.
The box didn't just open; it burst. Ut floated in the air before a sudden, sharp *pop* that sounded like a balloon being hit with a sharp needle, the cardboard sides flew outward, and a small, floating entity drifted upward into his line of sight. It wasn't a mob he recognized. It looked like a floating yellow ball with an expression that flickered rapidly between a smile and a look of profound confusion. It hovered there for a moment, bobbing up and down on the grass until it lost its momentum, before it finally settled and spoke in a voice that sounded like a polished text-to-speech program.
smooth, helpful, and slightly too enthusiastic.
"Hellooo! I'm Verity! Your personal helper friend, ask me anything! I know everything. "
Twixxel took a safe step back, his head tilting in confusion as he stared at the yellow sphere. He’d seen a lot of strange things in modded Minecraft, but Verity had a certain polished quality to its animations that felt out of place—almost too polished. “Who are you?” he asked, though the entity had already answered that.
The entity—or Verity— spun in a tight, joyful circle, its expression snapping from a smile to a wide-eyed look of excitement. "I already told you! I'm Verity! But to be more specific, I am a comprehensive data-archive designed to streamline your experience. Whether you need coordinates for the nearest village or the exact location of a vein of diamonds, I have it all located just for you!”
Twixxel hummed in acknowledgement.
Mob is definitely going to have a field day with editing this.
He circled around the strangely 3D ball in a 2D world, its constant, beaming smile kept the vibe friendly. It was an odd contrast to the world it inhibited.
"Alright, Verity. If you really know everything, tell me something I don't know, maybe a mob fact!" Twixxel challenged, crossing his arms. He decided to test the limits of the "data-archive" claim.
"Sure! Did you know that cats, both tamed and untamed, can never take fall damage? Because they always land right on their feet, haha!" Verity laughed, and Twixxel awed at his small yellow helper.
"Wow, that's actually pretty cool. How about another one?" The wither skeleton picked up Verity and started walking towards a couple groups of trees to collect some materials, he'd rather not laze around all day just having his helper mod spew out useless information for the video.
"Of course! Camels are about an average 3 blocks high so mobs can't reach you from all the way up there."
Twixxel chuckled, swinging his fist into a nearby oak trunk. The rhythmic thwack of the wood breaking echoed through the quiet biome. "You're like a walking wiki page, aren't you?" he remarked, glancing back at the yellow sphere in his right hand. A small grin always lighting up his face.
"I know way more information than a single wiki page, i'll have you know!" He said smugly, a knowing grin flashing across his digital face.
Twixxel laughed, the sound light and genuine. He liked this mods coding; it was like having a tiny, over-eager desktop pet that happened to be a supercomputer. He spent the next 10 minutes clearing a small patch of forest, the oak logs stacking up in his inventory ready to be used as crafting benches and temporary tools. Verity filling in the once boring silence with his various knowledge on the server and the mobs that inhibit it.
Twixxel sighed with exhaustion as he finished shoveling all the coal he gathered into his furnance to smelt his newly found iron. By the time Verity had shifted him into the direction of the mineshaft he raided, it was almost dusk.
"You alright?" Verity rolled to the end of his heels behind him, Twixxel picking him up as instinct and nodded. "Yeah, just a bit tired, and also sleepy. " The wither skeleton hybrid yawned, looking at the exit of the cave and the entrance of the mineshaft. He could spend the night in the caves, just once! Until day breaks or.. He could try and find a near by village out in the dark.
"Hmm.." As Twixxel weighed his options, Verity suddenly spoke up. "There's a village only about 200 or so blocks away from here. And there's a couple free homes from villagers who died to some mobs. You could also fend off any hostile mobs with a iron sword when your iron finishes smelting too."
Twixxel paused, he moved to check his smelting progress. The iron was almost done, but the sun had already dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in streaks of bruised purple and deep orange. He looked at Verity, who was bobbing with an almost rhythmic anticipation. "Wait, you can actually see the death markers of villagers? That's a bit morbid for a helper bot, isn't it?"
Verity’s face flickered to a puzzled expression before snapping back to a beam of pure sunshine. "Not morbid! Efficient! Why search for a house by trial and error when I can provide a direct path to an unoccupied residence? It’s called being helpful, Twixxel!" The little sphere pouted at his human. Twixxel couldn't help but laugh; the mod was weirdly specific, but the convenience was hard to pass up. He grabbed his newly smelted iron ingots and quickly crafted a sword, the metallic cling of the blade providing a sense of security as he stepped back out into the cooling night.
"Okay, i'll trust you. Thanks, Verity."
"It's my pleasure!"