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Lookout got a bit forced in this ‘parenthood’ because of Verity somehow becoming pregnant. I mean what is saying that his? The only thing similar with him and Freakity is the hat… and… well since Verity and Freakity became human- well the most human you can become with the restriction of a Minecraft skin- the brown in it hair… and the eyes are similar to him. Okay maybe Freakity is really his but why do he have to care? Verity is the one who somehow got pregnant from only being touched!
Lookout got forced to play Minecraft every day for Verity and Freakity got time together, he still has to join sadly. Well for him it is sad, the others are happy to see him with them. Lookout mostly just go mining or doing something away from the house. No need for emotion. Not that he doesn't trust love or something… It's just a ball! A bouncing fucking ball! he don't need to be liked by that thing to remember he is amazing!
Freakity seems to have a love for drawing. Often seen drawings since he put the drawings mod. Freakity has been drawing random things, some trees, bees, cats and even each other like a family portrait… The worst is… it is actually good. Not that he cares about it or something. Just that it looks actually good. Well for a child.
Lookout is putting back some cobblestone in the chest because his inventory was over stacked. He found some iron he needed to melt but he didn’t have any coals. He thought he had some before leaving, so he chooses to not mine any coal during his mining spree. Well he was wrong and now he can't melt anything and there is no place to put the raw irons. Until Freakity appears with a paper in his hand. “Hum.. dad? I-i did a drawing for you!” He says, he smiled shyly, really wanting his dad's approval for at least five seconds, if possible.
Verity has started to actually like Freakity, actually seeing him like his own son. It took him some time since Freakity wasn't really planned but after some days of being with Freakity and having fun, he actually started to like his son. But Lookout never tries one bit, mostly just being mining away or just not even at his computer.
When Lookout saw the drawing, well he didn't know what to do. It had been a long time since he got back to the base so he was even surprised that Freakity actually took the time to draw something for him. He took the drawing but when he saw his face on it, he used it as a carburetor to melt his irons. Freakity freezes when he sees that, tears actually appearing in the corner of his eyes. This affects something in Lookout's heart, but it's probably nothing. Everyone is sad when a kid is crying even when it is not yours so it means nothing. He just looks at his irons melting as Freakity run to the second floor to probably go to Verity. Lookout taps the side of the furnace, hoping it gets fast before Verity chooses to ‘talk’ about how he's been treating Freakity recently.
The sound of feet going down the stairs makes Lookout groan. What can Verity want to say now? Like damn it, it is just a drawing! just a drawing… “why can you just at least act like you like him sometime?” Verity asks, getting angry each time Freakity runs to him crying because ‘dad’ did this or ‘dad’ did that. “He is just a child, you can't blame him for everything!”
Lookout didn't look away from the furnace, his finger tapping more. “Well you didn't do better, did you?”
That makes Verity stop moving for a moment. Yeah he isn't the best father, he knows that. “No but I got better for him. You stay the same asshole!”
Lookout chuckled coldly. “Why should I? He is not even real. For me you are both just a dumb mod I installed. I just erase it and you both disappear from my life”
Verity got his hand in fist, he can't believe what Lookout just said. “Are you kidding me? We can easily leave your damn PC! Of course we are real!”
Lookout took his irons, put it in his chest and just walked away, leaving the house with Verity holding his rage. Lookout just wants some peace right now.
He got in a cave, hitting rock again and again, not really searching for ores anymore, just mining. Verity made every hostile mob disappear anyway. He has no reason to go back…. Well there is food that he needs but… but does he really want it? He is not hungry. He doesn't want food. He just keeps mining and running around until his food bar is too low for him to run. He continues to mine even when his character starts dying of hunger. His screen flashed red but he kept mining. After some time he died.
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Verity was drawing with Freakity when the death message of Lookout appeared. Verity smiles directly got smaller… Freakity stopped drawing when he saw the message, not moving at all. “Papa..?”
Verity smiles at his son with worried looks. “It's nothing, dear. I will go talk to dad about something and I will go back to draw with you, okay?” Freakity nods and slowly goes back to his drawing of a cat, trying to not want to listen to the conversation. Verity goes down the stairs to find Lookout sitting on the bed, not moving. He sits next to him, waiting for a sign from lookout to be sure he is still at his computer to not talk to the emptiness. Until he heard a small trembling breath from lookout’s mic, like if somebody was scared or was crying. Verity sighs and disappears before reappearing behind the real lookout, in real life.
Lookout was crying, well acting like he wasn't. “I’m not a damn crybaby… don't have any weed anymore… Fucking shit…” He feels Verity’s arms going around his waist. He got startled, making him stand up in his chair. Verity buried his head against Lookout’s neck. “What are you doing here!?” He mutters, his cheeks going a bit red.
“Making you feel better. It says humans like to hug their partner to make them feel better. Does it work?” Verity asks as one his hand goes under Lookout’s shirt, rubbing his stomach.
Lookout got redder by the acting and pushed Verity’s hand away from his stomach. “The.. hug is good…”
“Sure” Verity says slowly as he keeps Lookout in his arms. “You don’t have any more of that green thingy you were normally smoking?”
Lookout doesn't dare to say something, he just nods. He is more tired than usual as his body loses its usual adrenaline. “You can let me go now” he tried to get away from Verity’s grips, he just held him more strongly. His hand on the side of his table, gets tight on the side. “V-Verity..?”. He feels Verity's thumb on his side, finger circle his hips. His cheeks got warmer again. “Verity st-”
Verity kisses Lookout's neck, making Lookout stop moving. He pushes the chair away from them, pushing Lookout near his chest. One hand moving near Lookout's side, the other holding Lookout’s chin and turning it to himself. Verity his head closer and kisses Lookout.
Lookout didn't really want to move away from the kiss but he can't just let it happen… but it felt so good, actually able to rest into something. Their mouths had to be separated to let Lookout breathe a bit before Verity caught his mouth again. Lookout turns to Verity for the kiss to be better. Which is. Lookout holds himself against his desk while Verity continues to kiss him. After a moment Lookout pushes Verity away, most of his face being red. “There is no way I'm the bottom!” Verity chuckle because laughing. Lookout is surprised to even hear it. The first time he ever heard him laughing. Verity kisses Lookout's cheek before going back in the game to go see. Freakity. Lookout took some time for himself to actually register what just happened. “Oh my god I'm a bottom…” he whispered to himself. He can't believe he let himself being man-handed by the fucking bouncing ball… He was the one who got him pregnant! Why is he the damn bottom in their… their.. is it a relation? That makes Lookout think for a moment. What is their relationship..? It can't be love, is it? Well he did kiss him but… oh boy his head hurt since the missing of his normal weeds. He doesn't really have money anymore as he hasn't done any YouTube videos for some months because he was obligated to be with Verity and Freakity.
When he sits back in his chair and gets in front of his screen. He saw a message from the chat disappearing. He presses ‘T’ to see not one but two messages sent in chat.
<Verity> you should go to sleep
<Freakity> You should listen to Papa!
Lookout groans, he is not gonna listen to a dumb ball… he thought… before listening to that yellow ball… he didn't listen to it, he was just also tired so he chooses HIMSELF to go to bed. Not because he liked anything that happened and he apparently likes to be man-handed… God damn his bars are low in terms of partners… he lays on his bed, face fully on the pillow. Falling asleep pretty fast.