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Pages after pages, the book twixx left was both an answer but it opened tons of new questions.
What exactly IS Verity? If it's older than the game and it doesn't want to harm him, who or what created him?
What kind of game did he originally come from? Is he some form of rogue AI or a completely different beast?
So many questions and so little answers, Mob couldn't do anything but form different hypotheses of what exactly could be the answer.
And what’s worse, he's unsure of the state of twixx. Hopefully he just got kicked out of the game by Verity. But the chances of Verity possibly doing something to him in the real world are never zero.
Cold sweat came from Mob. After exploring some more, he decided to hide in one of the abandoned villager’s homes. He then closed Minecraft and turned off the computer.
The fact this could possibly be just the start of a bigger problem was causing mob to have awful migraines. He turned on his phone and saw the time. 23:55.
It was late, not the usual youtuber late, but still, it was late at night.
He opted out to go to bed and try sleeping for the night. Maybe tomorrow is going to be a better day.
Before falling asleep, mob conjured one last thought, and that was a new dare; he was going to avoid playing Minecraft, under any means necessary. Regardless of Verity, he was going to avoid him, by being outside as much as possible.
With that, his face calmed, and everything went black.
Finally, there was calm and quiet, not like the quiet after running away from Verity, that was filled with tension and paranoia, just the quiet that soothes you.
It took a good while for any dream or nightmare to form, but slowly, mob was back in the one biome world he was practically chained to.
Playing Minecraft for days truly influenced his head, sadly, even in his headsphere he was there.
Everything felt so fuzzy and oddly… calm. It appears like there was a different shader than the vanilla one or the one he used in the game.
There was a long trail of flowers, and it looked like it was guiding up to something or somewhere.
The music was also different, it wasn't like the upbeat music mob listened to, or the old timey music Verity liked… it was actually just one of Minecraft’s original tracks.
Clark by C418, to be specific.
Following the path, he passed through different parts, his old house, his hideaway, his farm.
There was new terrain formed too; this wasn't completely his Minecraft world.
A river stood in front of that path, and in said river there was a cobblestone bridge. It was beautifully built, and there was some moss growing on it.
On the other side, the flower path continued, but there stood a big dark forest.
As mob walked deeper in the forest, the ambience started getting less calming, and a bit tense.
The sun rays could barely drill the thick leaves of the trees, and soft murmurs could start to be heard, but not comprehended.
There was a clear pattern of flowers, that being white and pink tulips, accompanied by dandelions and occasionally, there were some sunflowers. But they weren’t positioned to look east, like usual; Instead, they were looking “directly” at mob.
Mob didn't pay attention to the pattern, he instead kept looking around, as if scanning for any danger around.
He was practically waiting for Verity’s second form to appear and ambush him…
But nothing came.
Before he knew it, he ended up falling on top of a bush of red roses… Weird.
One of the rose's thorns actually perforated his hand, and for a moment, the pain felt a little… too real for mob’s liking.
But he opted to think it was his mind playing games with him.
After standing out and continuing his walk, the murmurs stopped, but a voice echoed.
It was one of Verity's lines; the one mob tried hard to forget, but he just couldn't.
‘Do you think about me outside of the game?’
That pesky yellow ball.
Why did I even try that mod? What was I thinking?
The sheer fact HE from all things was haunting him in his dreams, the one thing he had as escapism, was driving him mad.
At this point, he might as well confront the Verity in his head.
“I know you’re hiding in there jackass! Show yourself, you grinning bastard.” Said mob, on the top of his lungs, brazing for impact.
…
Only silence followed, and the sound of the wind and leaves moving.
…
Hopefully he didn't scream that in real life, as that would be embarrassing.
Ashamed of his dreamself, and losing his patience, Mob could only continue walking along the path.
That was, until a sign stood in front of him.
Marked with shiny ink, stood written a single text.
“I’m sorry.”
For what? That makes no damn sense. Who apologizes by only saying sorry, you have to be more specific, man.
Mob continued walking, until there was another sign.
“I know I did horrible things, and that I hurt you. I truly mean it.”
Oh boohoo, I’m so sad and lonely and emotionally dependent on some guy who plays Minecraft. Sorry I killed you friend, I need you back in my life.
Bro.
Oh my fucking god.
Eventually, the path led to a dead end, and there stood the final sign, with a final message.
“The moments we shared, despite short, were my most cherished memories. I know, deep inside you, you also cherish our time together. I know you’ll come back to me one day”
Yeah right, like that would ever happe-
Before mob could come up with a witty response, Verity's voice echo could be heard again, but this time it was one of his growls in his beast form.
The last thing mob heard, before abruptly waking up, was Verity's voice screaming:
“WHY DO YOU HATE ME?”
Almost automatically, Mob woke up panting and breathless. What even was that dream?
He grabbed his phone that was sitting nearby on the bedside table, and looked at the time.
03:33 a.m
That yellow ball might be the devil himself.
Regardless, it's going to be a hell of a long night, it seems.
Mob tried every trick in the book to fall back to sleep again, it took him an hour and a half, but he finally went back.
This time, there was no dream that followed.
Only darkness and rest.
Time skip
The sun began to creep from the window, and the soft chirps of birds could be heard.
A new day has begun, and mob couldn't have started it worse than by getting his earlobes destroyed by the sound of his phone’s alarm.
He forgot he set up said alarm. But that probably was because he didn't willingly choose that hour to wake up.
Instead, it was one of Verity's many recommendations.
If it were up to him, Mob would probably sleep a little longer.
I guess he should probably delete that alarm anyway, it's not like he's going to need that anymore.
Once the alarm was shut down, mob groggily tried to get up.
As he did, he decided to stretch his back-
*CRACK*
God damn.
That’s what sitting in front of a computer playing Minecraft for days does to a motherfucker.
Hopefully he didn't break his spine in the process, as risking the chance of having to pay exorbitant amounts of hospital fees wasn't in the plan.
That aside, mob headed to the bathroom.
He needed to take a warm shower, his body and mind needed to relax; After all, it's all just digital, right? It's not like Verity is going to come out of the computer The Ring style and chase him down-
Right?
Okay it's time to stop thinking about Verity, the more you think about him, the more he latches onto your head like a little parasite.
If his whole purpose was leaving a mark on your head and being unforgettable, then that ball deserves a gold medal because it really did a damn good job at it.
As ThatMob ponders, he finishes washing himself, and stops the shower.
Covering himself in a towel and heading to the mirror; there, he begins brushing his teeth.
At first he just saw his reflection, his wet hair made him feel like a sopping-wet cat. The usual.
He then drove his head away from the mirror for a second, and went back to look at his reflection.
That's when for a second, he saw a tall, skinny, and yellow looming figure behind him.
Fear and panic quickly struck Mob, his fight or flight senses immediately activated.
His first line of action was grabbing the wet towel he was wearing on his crotch, rolling it up and quickly turning away and whipping the towel with as much force as he could.
Luckily, there was no 9 feet tall skinny demon behind him… but he did end up hitting the bathroom’s door with the towel, making a loud *SLAP* and leaving a water trail on the door.
But hey, it will eventually dry up.
Now he looks silly being butt ass naked with a wet towel in hand. But the perks of living alone is that nobody really knows what's happening inside your house!
Unlessyou’rereallyloudtothepointyourneighborscouldhearbutheythisisn’tthecaseinthisstoryhahahaareyouactuallyreadingthisidon’tknowwhyI’mmakingthissolongI’mjustfuckingwithyoulols
The day continues as naturally as you possibly could while dealing with the looming dread of something or someone being after you, and not knowing what exactly is after you.
Which is both quietly and a bit paranoic.
For once, mob decides to go out to buy the errands, as he needs some of that grass touching. And he can’t live off of eating pizza. The one time the yellow ball was right (eat your greens guys)
The weather was sweet, the sky was blue, and the sun was warm but not agonizing. Walking down the road to the supermarket may seem insignificant, but after much turmoil, it was nice to appreciate the little things of being alive.
Inside the supermarket, the white LED lights almost blinded mob.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and grabbed a basket.
It's a boring activity to do, so I’m not going to get into the unnecessary details of it all.
While striding through the aisles, mob accidentally stepped onto something bland, and almost lost balance. He held for dear life onto his phone and his basket, as if the state of both things were more valuable than his own life.
He ended up falling on his ass on the cold floor, but at least none of the objects he held were damaged.
When he searched for the perpetrator of his fall, he saw a yellow ball.
His first reaction was grabbing it and inspecting it.
After turning it around, the ball had a smiley face drawn on it- kinda like a glaggle.
Mob scoffed “If only I could’ve stepped on Verity until he was a stain on the floor. That would be funny”
He then proceeded to squish the ball with force a couple times, until he squeezed for a long time and left the ball in one of the stands.
Skipping a bit, he finally got out of the supermarket and headed back home.
The day went by casually, with the key fact Mob avoided his computer like the plague.
Instead, he burned time doing chores in the house, and once there was no chores left, he watched different youtube videos on his phone.
There were moments of silence where he was tempted to check on Minecraft and maybe create a new world, but he was unsure of what he could do if Verity simply couldn't be deleted from the mod folder.
He also wondered if Verity would still wait for him, even after the fallout they had.
He knew the guy didn't mean real harm and that his intentions were to keep him close as long as possible. But how far would Verity go to try to keep him close? So far he’s just tied to one game, that being Minecraft.
Would he spread like a virus on the computer? God knows.
Hopefully he doesn't discover how to use Discord yet. Or else he could practically cut any of his access to his other friends.
It's getting late again, after mindlessly watching youtube, thatmob began to get drowsy.
Since he was already laying in bed, he covered himself with a blanket and dozed off.