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“Verity?”
Mob closed the front door behind him and shrugged off his travel backpack, dropping it to the oak floor with a creaking of wood.
Man, I should really fix the floor.
He grabbed a slice of mutton from the furnaces, before glancing at the upstairs.
Why isn’t he responding?
“Verity?” He called again, taking a cautious step towards the staircase. He knew better than to startle Verity, after what had happened last time…
“Verity, bro, are you sleeping?” Could Verity even sleep?
Still nothing.
He moved to the foot of the staircase, and steeled himself for the worst, before climbing the steps to the second story.
Verity’s wooden platform was empty.
Mob ran a hand through his locks, face scrunched in confusion. It wasn’t like Verity hadn’t moved by himself before, in fact- he seemed to love jumpscaring Mob! But not appearing even when Mob had called his name three times was unlike him. The ball was kind of obsessed with him.
Where could that guy be?
… Could he be at a village?
Mob grimaced a little. He didn’t have to be a genius to figure out why the villagers were disappearing.
Yandere aah ball. That’s a yandere as fuck thing to do.
If Verity was at a village though, Mob had no way of finding him. The only villages nearby that he knew of had been empty and silent for days.
If Verity’s out, now’s the perfect time to snoop.
Mob realized with a jolt of trepidation. This was his time to try and learn more about Verity. About the parts of him he didn’t seem keen on sharing.
He stumped his way back downstairs, mind whirring. Maybe he could go back to Verity’s box? Was there a chance of there being something inside that he’d missed? Perhaps an instruction manual?
Creak.
He froze.
Creak.
Something was right behind him.
He didn’t want to turn around. If it was Verity, if he was different, like he’d been those times, Mob didn’t want to see him. Not like that.
Verity in ball form, that was something he could handle. Listening to him give advice and make little quips was something he tolerated, even enjoyed. But the other form. The one who’d chased him that night, ripping through dirt and wood and screaming his name? No amount of time could make him forget that fear.
But he had to turn around. He needed to see.
Mob took in a deep breath through his face mask, squeezing his eyes tight shut, before he opened them and turned around.
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“... Verity?”
“... Mob?”
Mob didn’t know what to say. He just stared up at Verity. At Verity’s body. He had a body. But not that horrifying, overly tall, body.
It was just… normal.
He was still tall, at least a head taller than Mob, with a long torso and even longer legs. In fact..
“Dayumm, Verity, are you snatched now?”
There was a pause, a beat of silence, before Verity giggled.
“Uh- yeah. I guess so! What… what do you think?”
Mob was taken aback. He still hadn’t recovered from the shock of seeing a humanoid Verity.
“Uhmmmmm”
He trailed off.
Wow, Verity was wearing a suit. With a bowtie. And he looked good in it, too.
What the fuck am I thinking?
He blinked himself back to reality, to see that Verity’s smile had dropped.
Oh right, fuck- he asked me if he looked okay.
“Yes, of course you do, Verity! You look… kinda hot.”
What the FUCK am I saying?
Verity’s yellow cheeks tinged with red, and he looked away, hands in his pockets.
“Thank you! I did this for you, y’know.”
Mob blinked. “What do you mean by that?”
Verity looked back at him, and smiled.
“I mean that I installed this texture pack, to give myself a body, for you!”
He doesn’t realize how weird that sounds. I think.
It was Mob’s turn to feel his face redden, and he was thankful for the mask. He couldn’t be blushing or getting soft over Verity. He wasn’t even really alive! And all those awful things that he’d done… he was a freak!
So why couldn’t Mob bring himself to leave?
“Oh- that’s, that’s cool, Verity.”
He forced out, grimacing at how forced his words sounded. He was being sincere! It was just that everything suddenly felt weird and heated and awkward and he wasn’t sure what to do.
“You really think so?”
When had he gotten so close?
“Yeah!” Mob stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, “I mean, nothing wrong with a ball, But now that you look more like a person, it’s… easier to talk to you?”
He hoped that was the right thing to say.
Clearly it was, because Verity’s smile grew even more, his eyes crinkled with pleasure.
“I knew you’d feel that way.” He purred, bending down to Mob’s level. There was a spark of amusement dancing in Verity’s eyes as he met Mobs.
I should back away.
Mob didn’t know what Verity was playing at, but there was a voice in the back of his head telling him to step away, to break the moment.
But I don’t want to.
So when Verity took another step, and closed the distance between them, Mob didn't resist.
Verity was surprisingly gentle. He carefully guided Mob back, until his back hit the side of the staircase, before boxing him in with his arms and leaning forward to tug Mob's mask down onto his neck.
The first few seconds of the kiss were gentle, hesitant. The second Mob gave in and reciprocated, however, it changed.
Verity pressed himself firmly flush against Mob’s body, taking full control. His kiss grew rougher, more demanding, opening Mob's mouth with his own, biting against his lower lip.
Mob gasped into Verity’s mouth, hearing a purr of satisfaction from the other. Verity nipped his lip again, drawing blood, before drawing back to look at Mob.
Mob felt like his brain had been fried, turned into mush, and that heavy lidded gaze Verity had on his face only heightened that feeling.
Verity slid his palms down the wall until they slid into Mob’s shoulders, but they didn't stop there. They kept trailing lower, lower, until they reached the hem of Mob's shirt. His long fingers deftly slid under the fabric, making Mob gasp again, as he pushed it up and off.
Verity paused then, making Mob wonder what must be going through the AI’s mind as his black eyes lingered on Mob's stomach.
“You're mine, Mob.”
He whispered reverently, putting both his hands on Mob's abdomen and rubbing circles into his skin with his thumbs. It felt like Mob was on fire.
“All mine.”
Mob suddenly realized what Verity was saying. It was the same words he'd used in… that form.
What the FUCK am I DOING?
Mob pushed Verity away from him and stumbled away from the stairs, feeling sick for feeling so good in the arms of him.
“I can't- I can't be doing this, Verity! This isn't right!”
Verity tilted his head. He hadn't moved at all, except when Mob pushed him. His suit was all ruffled.
“You can't do what? You can't do what you want to do!”
Mob shook his head violently, pulling the mask back up over his face. “Don't put words in my mouth, Verity. I shouldn't have let you- let you kiss me.”
Verity's smile dropped.
“That's not fair, Mob. I thought you loved me.”
“I- what? What the fuck are you on about, Verity?”
“Oh I get it, you want to play this game, Mob? Well the jokes on you. I've been playing games longer than you can imagine. It's not like you can leave me, anyways. I'll always be waiting for you to return, Mob. I know you will.”
Mob's breaths were coming in sharp gasps, and he blindly fumbled around behind him until he found the door handle, and he let himself out, slamming the door behind him.
I need to get out of here. Before I mess up. Again.