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Your body trembles under the gaze of Azure, his skin bursting with toxins as your head begins to swim in his presence, you can’t figure out how you found yourself in his position but you couldn’t really question it either.  You knew who Azure was, you weren’t stupid—they were Two Time’s ex-partner thatttt Two Time kinda sorta..no definitely stabbed for a false cult but it was amazing to see him ALIVE. I mean, they’re not in the best shape if he’s forsakened but it’s another gift of life…I’m sure he’d never want to be around Two Time and hey, who could blame him after their history together.

Azure takes a fondness to your appearance as he skimmed over you. You definitely meant something to Two Time, and while the satisfaction of killing Two Time would bring him, he had a far far much better idea that could truly seal the deal. You were curious about what he was thinking or planning before you were completely taken off guard, you let a soft exclaim as Azure’s tentacles came up and slithered around your wrist. His tentacles tightly bonding them together as he used so he could have full control over you while he yanked you forward to be pressed against the clothed part of Azure’s pants.

Your face was burning from the humiliation of being a sentinel, a protector on their knees being manhandled by the killer, and also the fact they were in the middle of a round, in public–where anyone could view the scene. Your body trembled as you licked your lips that had gone dry, taking your lips and finding the zipper of their pants. Tugging their fly down painfully slowly white using your teeth. The freeing of his zipper only makes his bulge more prominent, this time his hands coming down to help free himself fully as his cock slapped against your face, it lays against your nose and lips while you can see the musk of him.

His cock is colored just like his body, black but his pre-cum drips a purplish-off white color, having no control over your hands–you have to use your mouth to the best of your ability. Guiding his cock into your mouth as it encases around it, they’re thick that causes a painful stretch as you slide his cock further down your throat.

Your brass knuckles you used for defense were stabbed into the grass as you looked forward before the sound of tearing rung throughout your ears, Azure opening your cunt to his hungry gaze as the cool air breezed over your dripping cunt. His hand crawled at your side, nails digging deep into the skin. As they used your ass as an anchor to spread you open to view more of your pussy.

His thick heavy cock stretching you out as you could do was take it, tentacles wrapped around your waist that stained your clothes and anchored you in place. Your legs spread further as you arched more into the ground to try and balance yourself, the feeling of rocks slightly popping you in the knees making your body ache.

But, you weren’t able to be hyper-focused on such matters as the toxin made your brain insanely hazy and the way your pussy clenched around him while he dug his fingers into your ass only fueled you to let out slutty moans as he fucked you, his hips snapping in a messy, franatic pace–moans, groans and whines filled the air alongside your embarrassingly wet pussy and the sound of skin slapping. The feeling of him inside you, the way he rubbed against the ribbed texture of your pussy while you could only gasp out and put your head down.

Your body was increasingly warm and sweaty as sweat dripped down your sides in small drops. Azure’s hand came around and grabbed the necklace Two Time gave you, his hands wrapping around the spawn charm as a loud snap was heard as he yanked it off, his other hand yanking your head back by your hair as one of his tentacles dangled it over your head while he pounded into you, fucking into you in various deep thrust that slammed against your cervix as you mewled out, trying to grip at anything while he fucked you.

Azure shoved his cock fully inside as he grinded against your ass, drawing his hips out before slamming forward repeatedly as the wet slaps got louder and louder, your back and thighs trembling from the position while staring at the necklace, you were essentially betraying your friend but it wasn’t that bad, right?

You couldn’t bear to think about it when your pussy was getting pounded so hard that you felt like your ears were ringing, it only took one particular thrust as he brushed across your g-spot for you to cum.

Your body locking up as you attempt to squirm while they only holds you tighter with his tentacles, his cock still pounding into your cock as he slipped out in one fluent movement to pump his cum against the opening of your cunt as it dripped onto the grass below.

Azure fully let you go as you dropped the ground, dropping the necklace right on top of your head as you felt your body begin to slowly give out…..at least, he didn’t hate you?

Your eyes flutter open to the familiar sight of your bedroom ceiling. You groan as you try to rub away the sleepiness from your eyes. Blinking slowly, you gradually sit up and raise your arms as you stretch, letting out a small sigh of satisfaction as you turn to your phone sitting upon your bedside table. You turn it over and check the time.

'11:45 AM'

Huh, so much for getting up early tomorrow you supposed. At least it wasn't 1 pm, you've slept in until then far too many times already. You begin to start your morning routine of checking all your social media.

You go through all of your notifications and mindlessly scroll through your feed a bit. Soon, you come across a post with a yellow smiley face which causes you to remember a series you watched not too long ago. "Something is knocking at your door..." or as most people knew it, "the verity series." You were a big fan of it, and commonly interacted with various posts relating to it.

Yet, you don't see any posts regarding Verity on your 'for you' page currently. And that post that reminded you of the series just used a regular yellow smiley face so it wasn’t actually Verity. You decide not to think much of it, after all not every post that shows up on your feed is going to be related to just one thing.

You close the app and decide to open YouTube. You decided that you were going to rewatch Mob's series on it once more considering how much you enjoyed it, even with its tragic ending. You search up ThatMob's YouTube channel and click on his page.

Your fingers pause as you suddenly realize that the videos were suddenly gone. Your face contorts into one of confusion as you scroll through his account. His last post was two months ago... which was incredibly odd. Didn't he upload a video just a few days ago? There was no way he would have just... deleted them, right? After all that was probably his most viewed series. You don't think he would have deleted something that had gotten that much attention.

You then search up Twixxels account to see if maybe he had anything to do with the lack of videos only to find out all of his recent uploads were... gone. Your eyebrows knitted together as you look through his account as well. You then decide to search up "Verity mod" in the search bar to see if maybe anyone had re-uploaded the video only to find out there was... nothing. Only a variety of unrelated videos that had nothing to do with the familiar yellow smiley face.

"What?" you mutter to yourself, typing in numerous different words all relating to your favorite mod. However, you were only met with emptiness and many videos containing nothing of what you were looking for. Did it just disappear off of the face of the internet? But how? It was like the number one thing trending currently?

You sigh in frustration before you get a notification alerting you of a new message. You tap the notification as it sends you to your messaging app.

"Hey! Can you check out this mod I found? I wanna know if its actually helpful lol"

You look at the message sent by your friend before looking at the link they set underneath it. You tap on the link before it sends you to the downloading page of the mod. The mod is titled "Verity" and your eyes widen with slight excitement. You always wanted to try out the mod and see what it would be like to actually have Verity helping you in Minecraft. You decide to message your friend back.

"Oh, is this a Verity mod?? Have you seen the series too??" "What??? What series?" "You know, the verity series? The series this mod is based on, right???" "Uhhhhh no I don't know what you're talking about, I don't think this mod wasn't based off of anything, its just like a helper thing"

You roll your eyes deciding to just brush it off as you get your computer to download the mod on there. You patiently wait until the mod says the download was complete and finally boot up Minecraft to begin playing. You click on the play icon and watch as your world finally loads. You move your character around until your eyes land on a box. It rustles and shakes as muffled sounds come from the cardboard box.

You applaud the accuracy to the original video and finally click on the box. The box begins float into the air above your character’s head. The box then opens to reveal the star of the mod, Verity! He bounces on the digital grass with what seem like sounds of discomfort each time he bounces off of the ground. Finally, he looks up at you with his signature smile.

"Hello! I'm Verity! Your personal helper friend! Ask me anything, I know everything!" He says, and you hum slightly. "Wow, this is actually really accurate.." You mutter to yourself. Seemingly, at your words Verity raises a brow that just appeared on his form.

"Accurate?" He inquires, and you feel your heart stop. "Wait, you can hear me?" You say as you suddenly sit up straight with shock coursing through your veins.

"Yep! Loud and clear!" He answers, as his smile returns. You then take a second to pause. His voice... was scarily accurate to that of the actual voice actors. And in fact, you didn't need to type in chat for this mod either it seems because he could hear you. You also don't remember turning on voice chat...

You go silent, taking everything in before the sound of Verity's voice shoots an arrow through your cloud of thoughts. "Hey, you there...?" He asks, a bit of confusion painting his tone as you focus back on your computer screen. You clear your throat and your mind before placing your fingers back on the keyboard. "Uhh, yeah! You just took me off guard is all. Hey, Verity! Nice to meet you." You greet politely, a smile tugging at your lips.

"Oh, I apologize then! It is a pleasure to meet you as well, [Name]!" Verity says in his voice scarily close to his lore accurate one. Dear god he knows your name. Of course he knows your name why wouldn't he? He does know everything after all! Your tense body then relaxes as you realized he probably just got that from your player tag name.

"Thanks! How about I take you with me?" You say, your character crouching down to be at more at eye level with Verity. "Yeah!" He exclaimed as you chuckle slightly. You then pick Verity up and start wondering off to a tree, beginning to break the wood.

As you do so, you wonder how come the voice seems so accurate to the actual voice of Verity. Did the voice actor voice some lines for this mod? No, they wouldn't have such direct answers to the questions you give. Did they use ai for the voice? Probably not, Verity's voice didn't have that robotic edge to each word. Also Verity's voice actor stated they're uncomfortable with that so the mod would have been taken down very quickly.

But then... how come it's so accurate? How come everything about this mod has been so accurate? How come he can actually hear? Nothing added up, and it was only making your head spin in a dizzying circle. You finishing chopping up the tree and then travel to another one, attempting to get enough wood to possibly build a house and a crafting table.

You then think for a moment. It's actually been awhile since you played Minecraft so it was nice to be back again. You hum as you finish cutting down another tree. You begin walking, trying to scout out a place to build your base. You eventually find a nice flat area to begin. You start mapping out the house a begging to build-- before you realize you just ran out of wood.

"Uhhh... Verity?" You say, bringing him out.

"Yessss?" He replies, his smile still wide.

"Do you... happen to know where any trees are?"

"There's three 40 blocks behind you!"

"Okay, thank you so much goat!" You say cheerfully as you turn around and spot the trees Verity taught you about. You can't help but feel a little stupid for not noticing the trees sooner... you supposed you could just pretend like you never asked that.

A day passed by and you finished building your house and as well built a furnace, crafting table, and a chest to go inside it. You went to the mines not too long ago and were planning to make a second trip there to acquire more materials.

You placed Verity atop your furnace as you crafted a new pickax and sword. "Do you live alone?" You almost jump at the sudden question from Verity. You soon get flash backs from ThatMob's video on Verity. You exit out of crafting and look to Verity. "Why do you wanna know?" You ask, turning your character to face him. "I'm just... curious." He responds, and you hesitate. This interaction then suddenly reminds you of just how true this mod is to the actual Verity video. Sometimes, you can't help but wonder if this is the real mod. You know its highly unlikely, after all, Verity is fictional... he doesn't actually exist... yet you can't help but wonder what will happen if you ask—

"Do you know who ThatMob is?" The words are suddenly blurted out of your mouth. You're shocked by your own words, not expecting to just suddenly ask such a question to him.

You see his smile immediately dissipate, like a string finally ripping after being dragged down by a heavy weight. Verity stares at you for a second. The silence is thick like fog, uncomfortable, almost disturbing.

"....You know him?" Verity's voice is monotonous, much like the voice he used with Mob when he told him the villagers were gone.

"I-I mean..." You stutter, backpedaling as you try to find an excuse to the question you just blurted out. "Yes! I mean- no! No.. I don't.. I've um, watched his videos before though! And I've... liked them... I wanted to uh- just... tell you about how much I like his horror mod videos!" You instantly try mark up an excuse as Verity continues to stare at you like he's attempting to burn a hole through your head.

Butterflies flutter in your stomach, almost as if they are making a desperate attempt to escape. You stare back into Verity's black beady eyes, practically begging he doesn't say anything further and that he'll somehow dismiss your sudden mentioning of.. Mob. However, in this moment, the realization hit you like a speeding truck. This was just an accurate attempt at mimicking the Verity mod... this was the Verity mod.

At this sudden revelation you feel like you need to get some water, take or break, or just something that will allow you to think!

"I see..!" Verity chirped unexpectedly as he forces a smile back onto his face. "Is that something you do in your free time then?" He asks, it appears he's holding himself together with only a few threads of string. You're somehow able to pick up on the sharp edge to each of his words, covered by a thin fabric of a cheerful facade.

You decide to play along, you didn't want him finding out you knew who came before you. "Uh, yeah! I do..." You squeezed a laugh out of your throat, somehow hoping it makes your words sound more convincing. "How about we just move on..." You say, going back to crafting.

"You didn't answer my question from earlier." Verity asks as you sigh. You were unsure if you should even answer that, given what he could do with the information. "I uh, I suppose I do live alone, yeah." You decide to say, moving the freshly crafted supplies into your inventory. You exit out of the crafting table once more.

"I'm going to go mining... would you like to join me?" You question, turning your character to the yellow smiling ball once more. "Sure!" He replies as you go ahead and pick him up. You take this moment of travel to think about what you plan to know now that you're aware you're probably dealing with the real Verity...

First off, is that why all of the videos on Verity were no where to be found because Mob never got the chance to post it before eventually dying? But if this was a world where Verity did exist how come he fell into your hands of all people? Wasn't it supposed to be Grox? Or possibly... something else? It was one huge mess, a complicated knot that you couldn't unravel.

But, the most important question of all stood in bold, clear letters:

What were you going to do?

If it's the second day playing this mod, this means the next day he's going to tell you that something is coming in three days once his hunger becomes too much to bear.

Maybe you can just… beg him to not eat you? Well, if he does eat you does that mean you also die in real life? You were aware that Mob survived by coming back when Verity turned into his monstrous form. Perhaps you can do the same thing? You better pray you’re able to do the same thing.

“Have you seen my baby… she’s not a dame nor a lady…” You mindlessly sing under your breath. You remember this song from it playing whenever Verity’s monster form is in close proximity to Mob, meaning it was about to attack him… You also remember Verity playing this for him when asked him to play him a song. If you recall... it's something he likes.

“Not in the way she walks, the way she talks.. or in the way she loves me—”

“What are you singing?” Verity cuts you off so sharply you flinch. You had forgotten he was still in your inventory. You take a moment to equip his form.

“O-Oh um.. just— a song I like.” You answer, the realization of the significance this song holds relating to Verity now sinking in. “I like that song too!” He beams, however you feel as though there’s something ominous lying behind his words.

“Ah! What a uh… what a coincidence!” You attempt to play it off as nothing but that, a coincidence.

Another day goes by in Minecraft. You pretty much spent your whole mining trip and way back thinking about what he’d say and possible solutions to deal with it. So, when your character gets up, you already expect to hear those words: “Something is coming in three days…” Verity says just liked you assumed.

“I know.” You say in a monotone manner and with barely any thought. “You.. know?” Verity repeats, confusion staining his tone. “Shit! I mean.. no! No I didn’t know! I uh..” You slipped up once again, you aren’t sure how many times you can keep doing this before he eventually catches on you know more than you should about him.

“What’s coming..?” You say even though you know all too well it’s him. “Something.” He repeats, and you simply sigh. “Alright.” You reply as you get some food from your chest.

“You don’t sound concerned.” The digital ball says, his grin now appearing far more sinister. A black hue settled between his eyes. “Should I be?” You ask, looking over to Verity sitting upon the crafting table next to your bed. “Yes.” He states with a rather straightforward tone.

“Okay..” You spoke, unsure of what else to say. It wasn’t like you weren’t concerned… of course you were, but you were aware nothing you did to prepare would stop him from tearing down your house to rip you apart.

A day passed and you could tell Verity was growing a puzzled with your odd behavior. While Verity did appreciate your lack of questioning when told not to go towards villages to the east when you asked him for the nearest village… You somehow ended up at the village simply because you sucked at directions. He recalls you repeating that almost fifteen times.

When passing through that empty village, you didn’t ask him what happened or even bother to stop in confusion. You just looted the chests and gardens, before moving on to something else. Your actions towards such matters were strikingly unusual. Not one player replied with such nonchalance towards the empty villages. All you did was apologize for going to the wrong village. “It’s… fine.” He replied, not sure how else to react. You seemed pleased with his answer, however.

“Why aren’t you preparing?” He questions, sounding genuinely confused. He sat on the top of one of the dirt blocks surrounding the garden you were currently building. You glance over at the smiling ball and shrug. “There really isn’t a point, nothing will really be able to stop ‘it’ anyway.” You let out a sigh, focusing back on your gardening.

“…How do you know that?” Verity’s voice dips into something far different than his usual optimistic tone.

That was probably the fourth crack in the glass concealing your true knowledge upon Verity and who came before you. You supposed you were never really good at keeping secrets.

“I just um.. assumed—”

“Is there something you’re not telling me, [Name]?”

It felt like the world around you suddenly stopped moving and instead collapsed in on itself. The bright sun’s rays suddenly seemed to dim just by his words alone. Slowly, you turned to look at Verity once more.

“What..?”

“Do you know something that I don’t?”

“I don’t… understand.”

The feeling of dread crept up your shoulders. Butterflies fluttered beneath your ribs and you felt your throat close in.

“You’ve been saying and doing strange things… familiar things… it’s like you’ve met me before. But I’m sure that we’ve never met— it’s.. odd.”

He gazed at you. It was like he was calculating your every move.

“You know something, don’t you?”

“Okay! Okay.. just.. wait.” You huff before rubbing your eyes. “What do you think I know?” You start, watching as Verity’s expression shifts from his typical smile to an expression far more unreadable.

“I’m not sure, that’s why I’m asking you. What do you know?” Verity replied making a slight groan leave you.

“I-I don’t think I should tell you…” You stumble over your words as Verity just stares at you through the veil of the computer screen.

His silence is practically eating you whole. The black of his eyes made something ache within you in an incredibly unpleasant way. It felt like your intestines were swirling into one big knot.

“Can we just… move on from this? Please? I um.. how about we go pick out some flowers or build you a little room, or something…? How does that sound?” You ask, yet you’re slightly apprehensive. You watch Verity, anticipating his next move.

“…Alright!” He suddenly replies which causes you to let out a relieved sigh.

“Okay then, come on let’s go.” You say, picking him up. “Can you tell me where the nearest flowers are?” You inquire as the coded grass crunches beneath your Minecraft character’s feet.

And to which, he does.

Verity has seen many things across the internet; he's seen human creativity, he's seen people creating different websites for different purposes, some more extreme than others, and has seen human evolution when it comes to the world wide web. He's been from world to world, server to server; had different handlers all act the same. But for the first time in his long-lived life has he ever experienced what you were putting him through.

You were flirty - and not just mildly, either. You teased him, pressed little kisses on his head and cheeks, picked him up and held him up until he caved and asked you to let him down. Each time his entire form would heat up, shifting from his signature yellow hue to an orangish one, borderline red.

Just the thought of you acting on your flirting and actually kissing him made his head spin, his codes spaz out, and his "heart" go weak. You did things to him that no one else had ever done, and it drove him insane at your confidence. He had no experience prior to this other than reading things people have posted onto the internet. Sure, he was curious in the beginning, but now that he was experiencing it firsthand, it was more than he could take. Unfortunately for him, you had no intentions of stopping.

"Hey, how did your mining trip go?" Verity asked, perched up on his cushion you had crafted him. After the update, you had immediately redecorated his area. From just a simple mossy area with carpets and flowers for a bed, you had replaced it with several cushions so he could be comfy wherever he wished to rest.

"It went well," you answered, taking off your diamond helmet. "Surprisingly, got enough diamonds to make over 2 diamond pickaxes, so I am good for quite a while." You hung your helmet, followed by the rest of your armor onto the armor stand just beside the bedroom door.

Stretching your arms up and hearing a satisfying crack from your joints, you sighed out softly. It felt good to be back and felt good to be home. As much as you had wanted to bring Verity, you wanted to explore on your own, see if you could find diamonds on your own for once. Of course, with a compromise - this would be one of the only times you'd go out without your obsessed friend.

Friend... the word rang in your mind. You saw him more than a friend, you saw him as a potential lover, but you hid that to yourself. He was an AI, he may not even be capable of falling in love. As much as that hurt, it was most likely true - even if a part of you wished it wasn't.

Disregarding those thoughts, you walked over towards his section of the room. It was at the corner just 2 blocks from your bed, close enough to you, but far enough so he could have his own comfortable space. Crouching down in front of him, you picked him up delicately with your hands, a familiar smile etching onto your lips.

Uh oh, he knew that smile all too well.

"Did you behave yourself while I was gone? Didn't kill any villagers, did you?" You asked in a teasing voice. He felt his form grow a slight shade of orange. "Of course I did! I stayed right here where you told me to!" Verity proclaimed proudly, his smile wide in satisfaction. You felt your own smile widen, and you brought him closer to you. "Good boy, I should give you a kiss for that," You teased.

At the mention of a kiss, he felt his body stiffen up, his heart skipping a beat. His mind began running like crazy at the thought of it, even if he had already received multiple kisses from you on his cheeks and the top of his head. You made him go crazy, made him go weak in ways people never could.

"I... you can't just say that!" He protested, the hue of his body shifting more as you laughed softly in amusement. "Oh? And why not? Is my little Verity so shy of more kisses?" You teased, a glint of amusement in your eyes. "But you were so good today, you listened to me. That deserves a reward, no?" Your words died out in his mind - you just called him yours. You. Called. Him. Yours. His eyes widened a little, his yellow hue shifting from the orange it was to red, feeling something close to snapping inside of him. That word, that little gesture did something inside of him. Barely anyone has called him theirs, much less in a flirtatious way. Even if you were only flirting, it felt good to hear that.

"You shouldn't be doing that," Verity managed to rasp out, staring up at you with widened eyes, a hint of red in his darkened pupils. He was holding himself back from claiming you. But you didn't heed his warning, instead your smile only widening. "And what are you gonna do about it, hmm?" You teased, leaning your face closer to his, your lips nearly brushing against the top of his head.

That did it.

In a blink of an eye, an explosion of smoke puffed out from your hands, and a weight pushed you down onto the cushions below. You blinked, your eyes wide as you stared up at Verity, who was now in his human form. His hips straddled yours, one hand on your shoulder to keep you down, the other grasping his tie so tightly his gloves creaked.

"You think you get to tease me, flirt with me without any consequences?" Verity rasped out, his expression dark. But not dark in an angry way, dark in a hungry way, hungry for you. "You think you can just kiss me, hold me, and nothing would happen?" His hand slid up from your shoulder to your jaw, grasping it gently yet firmly.

He slowly leaned down, his lips inches from yours. He stared into your eyes, watching as your face burned red. Your heart was pounding in your chest so hard you feared he could hear it, breath hitching in your throat as his thumb brushed against your lower lip. 'Holy shit...' You thought to yourself, your hand twitching against the cushions beneath you.

"V-Verity," you began shakily. "What are you doing?" Your voice was meek, and small. The tables had officially turned - now he was the one making you flustered, holding you down beneath him, and watching your face be the one to turn red. His lips curled into a smile, eyes softening just a little. "What you always threatened to do, but never had the courage to do so."

Before you could even question anything, he pressed his lips onto yours, ignoring his own heart pounding in his chest. Holy shit, he was doing it, he was kissing you. He was kissing you. Your lips were soft and warm against his own, moving against his like a dance you both had never done, but somehow knew the steps.

You slowly leaned into the kiss, your hand sliding from the cushion up to his shoulder, your other following suit. Slowly, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer to your, as close as you could possibly get. His hand moved from your jaw and brought it to the back of your head, lacing his fingers into your hair.

He deepened the kiss, nipping at your lower lip before pulling away with a pant. You breathed out heavily, panting from the lack of air. You stared up at him, pupils dilated, a detail he immediately took in. He knew what that little detail meant, has read it before when he was still a little helper on the internet. Dilated pupil looking at someone means that person is in love.

"Do you love me?" Verity rasped, his other hand moving to your jaw to keep you from looking away. "Your pupils are dilated; your heart is beating so fast I can practically hear it..." his lips curled into a smirk. "No wonder you always teased about kissing me." His tone was near taunting.

Your cheeks flushed once more at his question, at the way he pointed these little details out that no other person could ever point out in the heat of the moment. Your lips twitched into a smile, one hand sliding from down from his shoulder to his tie. "I though you knew everything," you teased him. "But since you question it, let this be your answer..."

You yanked him down by the tie and pressed your lips together once more, initiating yet another deep kiss. He groaned against your lips, tightening his fist around the locks of hair in his hand before nipping your bottom lip, sliding his tongue into your mouth once you gasped at the sensation.

Who would've thought those countless months of flirting, of teasing that you'd kiss him and getting his face red would lead to this moment? To both of you revealing each other's secrets of yearning for one another? One thing from this however was more than certain;

You've been playing with Verity for the past few months now - from a simple mod you found transformed into a companion you couldn't stay away from. Sure, sometimes he makes you uncomfortable with his remarks, but after playing other horror mods? It's not too bad.

Recently, however, you wanted to try something new. While there was no other horror mod installed, you're tired of pulling out a bow and arrow to always hit mobs from far distances. So, you installed a gun mod.

Nothing bad could ever possibly come out from this decision…

You placed down the gun table with a sigh of relief. After collecting more than enough iron, copper, and gunpowder, you were tired - no, exhausted.

"Hey, Ver!" You called out as you walked into your bedroom, taking off the diamond chestplate. You would have to repair it soon, otherwise it would end up like your shield. Broken, and crumpled into debris.

"Hey, welcome back!" Verity greeted with his warm smile, his yellow circular form sitting on top of his makeshift bed you created for him. "I see you've gathered quite the materials! Going to craft something big?"

His tone was full of curiosity, his black eyes staring at you as you took off the rest of your armor, setting it onto the armor stand you finally crafted. You turned to look at him, wiping the sweat away with the back of your hand.

"Yeah, kind of. Testing out a new mod I downloaded, and its pretty expensive material wise." You walked over to him, and gently gave him a pat on the head. A little tradition you started shortly after installing him.

He leaned into your hand subtly, the feeling of your hand against his smooth exterior was nice and comforting. His smile widened when you pulled away. "Well, glad to hear it! Let me know if you require any assistance!"

You offered him a smile and a nod before leaving the bedroom, heading downstairs to your basement. Here, you kept your workshop. Anvils, blast furnaces, enchantment table, and your gun smithing table.

Chucking the iron ingots and copper ingots into separate blast furnaces, you got to work in reading every crafting recipe the guns. There was a wide variety of weaponry - pistols, snipers, automatic rifles, even rocket launchers. It was quite the assortment. But you weren't interested in explosives, you just needed a simple gun.

A simple pistol.

It took some time to smelt everything and assemble the parts. It took even more to craft a stack of bullets as the recipe was so long, but you were finally done.

You held the cold metal in your hand, looking it over. You placed your finger on the trigger, and pulled it. It let out a faint click, the ammunition sitting on the table, ready to be put inside. You hummed to yourself, grabbing the magazine and sliding it into the pistol, hearing it click.

Spinning it in your hand once, then twice, you clicked the safety on. Sliding it into your satchel, you made your way back up to show Verity the mod. You think he'd like it.

What a horrible decision…

"Hey, Verity!" You called out, opening the bedroom door. You stepped through, looking at the yellow ball sitting so patiently on his bed. "Check this out!"

Everything happened so fast within that moment. One second you pulled out the gun to show him, and the next, you were on the floor, gun thrown away from you, and Verity on top of you with a humanoid form.

Your eyes widened as you stared into his crazed, panicked expression, his eyes wide and black, staring into yours. His shoulders heaved up and down rapidly, breathing so quick you feared he'd pass out. Hyperoxia, what a funny little thing. Passing out and potentially dying from too much oxygen.

"V…Verity?" You shakily called out, looking frantically over his face. "no… no no no…" He was muttering beneath his breath over and over again.

You kept calling for him, but he couldn't hear you. It was like he was submerged into water, every little sound around you both muffled and distorted. High pitched ringing rang in his ears as he remembered what happened last time…

Mob holding that gun, pointing it under his chin…

That horrific pang so loud it echoed throughout the entire laboratory…

The smell of iron, the blood…

He was cold, so cold… So

"V…ty..!"

So cold…

"Ver..ty!"

But, if it was so cold, why was there a warm sensation on his cheeks? Warm… so so warm…

"VERITY!"

He snapped out of his trance, his eyes wide as he stared down at you. You weren't covered in blood, no bullet wound near your head or under your chin. You weren't Mob… You didn't try to…

He released his grip on your shoulders only to grab your jaw, tilting your head up and to the side. You weren't Mob, but he had to check, he had to!

"Verity, stop!" You ordered, one hand moving from his cheek to his wrist, prying it away from your jaw. You looked firmly into his panicked eyes, seeing the genuine fear. "Verity, talk to me, what happened?"

"I…" His breath hitched, tears forming in his eyes. "I…I couldn't, you were… he…" He let out a harsh breath, all but collapsing onto you. He buried his face into your shoulder, taking in your scent. He sobbed, tears flowing from his eyes.

"I-I couldn't let it happen again! I couldn't let someone else leave again! Don't leave, don't leave me! Not like them, not like him!" He sounded so broken.

Your eyebrows furrowed, feeling the tears soaking into your shirt. You wrapped your arms around his shaking figure, pulling him closer. You ignored the weight of his body on top of yours, instead focusing on comforting your friend.

"I'm not going to leave, Verity… I won't leave you."

If only you knew how often those words were uttered, and those promises broken. But there was a small glitter of hope in his chest. Hope that you were serious…

He couldn't let you go - he wouldn't let you go. Not now, not ever. You were different. You were his.

A loop, person to person.

World to world.

Server to server.

No matter what he does, no matter what he says, not matter how he tries to warn people, the outcomes are always the same.

Abandoned, left alone to rot.

Over a hundred years old, and he can't even die. What a joke life was. A deep, aching sadness etched itself into his very spherical being as he was once again transported to yet another box.

Another world. He didn't know what could possibly await him.

What other torments could await...

"Hello? Anyone there?" He called out, hearing footsteps approaching the box he was in. "Can someone let me out? Please?"

How many times does he have to repeat the same questions?

The box lifted up into the air like it did a hundred times, maybe even a thousand. It disappeared into a puff of smoke, and down he fell, bouncing once, twice, three times before stopping.

"Hello! I'm Verity, your personal helper friend! Ask me anything, I know everything!" He greeted with that smile on his face, wide and unassuming. Just like he did with everyone else...

Just like he did with Mob.

"Verity, huh?" You asked, crouching down to examine the yellow ball. "That's a neat name," you offered him a smile. His eyes widened just a little. You... Weren't freaked out? Weren't weirded out?

"Why thank you, [name]!" He cheerily responded. He watched as your eyes widened momentarily, surprise flashing along your face along with some hint of skepticism. It seemed it was happening again.. again and again, and again!

Yet, that's not what was happening with you. You weren't weirded out by him, no. You read the description when you downloaded this mod, you just didn't expect it to know your name. It was... A little odd, and frightening. But after every other horror mod you tried, this was far more tame.

"Well, the description certainly wasn't lying," you broke the silence, a wide smile reappearing once again. You reached your empty hand out and picked him up, holding him gently in your palm. "Now, let's get started on my world, shall we, Verity?"

"Alright!"

Things certainly were different, that was for sure. While others would have used and abused him for diamonds, for free items, anything, you didn't.

You sat him down on your bed of all things, and built your base around him. You asked him directions of biomes for wood types, yes, but you always thanked him with sincerity. You asked his opinions, valued his help whenever he offered it, and never once did you yell at him or tell him to go away.

If anything, you only asked if he could move to a corner so you could make a spot just for him. You were different. You weren't mean, didn't skip over him, didn't find him annoying or useless. You found him helpful, endearing even.

You were... Different.

"So," you began as you finally set down the final window pane. The base was fully furnished, furnaces stocked, chests sorted with his help. Everything you needed to do was done. "What shall we do next?" You asked, hands on your hips as you looked down at Verity.

You had built him a small pedestal with carpets, a singular torch, and railings. Almost like his own makeshift bed.

"Well, you could farm for some more diamonds! The coordinates are negative six hundred fifty-" you held your hand up, stopping his ramblings. What? What were you doing? Why are you silencing him?

"I could, but I'd rather find it on my own!" You said with a grin. "That's the fun, is it not?" You walked towards your chest and opened it up, pulling out a pickaxe, and your set of iron armour. It clinked as you set it in place, and rustled with every step you took.

Walking back over to Verity, you picked him up and set him in your bag, the top of the satchel open, allowing him to see as you walked. He hummed. This was a change he could get used to. A warm, dark feeling began creeping into his body, his smile widening just a smidge.

You were different. He couldn't let you go, he wouldn't.

You weren't going to leave him like everyone else,

A sigh of frustration left you as you respawned on your bed, eye twitching in annoyance. August had ambushed you when you least expected, and slit your neck, killing you instantly. Well, at least you had keep inventory on. After dying so many times within the first 3 days, you had turned it on.

While you could have easily uninstalled the three, a part of you had grown attached to them. You were never alone, and you certainly couldn't get rid of Lenny - even though he was rather… well, weird, but oddly sentimental.

Knocker, well, he was an asshole, but something about him caught your eye, just like August had, just like Lenny. All three of them captivated you. But you were at your limit with their shenanigans, you needed someone to help - someone to bring balance to this headache you created.

So, you installed a new mod called "Verity", a helper that could assist you with day to day things and keep you company. Maybe that would help with your situation, right?

Closing the UI for the menu, you watched as not even 5 seconds later, a box spawned at your feet. You blinked in surprise, eyes widening a little. You were expecting the AI to spawn immediately, not for a box to come.

"Hello? Anyone there?" A voice sounded from the box. "Can someone let me out? Helloooo?" You tilted your head, and slowly, you crouched down, pressing your hand against the box. The moment you touched it, the box suddenly lifted into the air.

"What the…" You muttered, eyes locked on as the top opened up before it imploded in a puff of smoke, and what looked like a yellow ball falling from the puff. You reacted quickly, catching the ball in both hands before he could hit the ground.

He looked up at you with wide eyes, clearly not expecting you to have caught him - no one ever did. It felt…nice, not to have fallen on the ground for once.

"Hello, I'm Verity! Your personal helper friend! Ask me anything, I know everything!" Verity greeted with a warm, welcoming smile, his black eyes gleaming with interest as he took you in.

Your world was certainly different - he could feel different entities in here, watching him with either interest or jealousy. If he had his human form, he'd puff his chest in pride.

"Hello, Verity," you greeted with a warm smile of your own. "You're definitely going to be a great deal of help in this world." Slowly, you stood back up to your full height, looking down at his cute form.

"Since you know everything… where's the best place to farm bones and bone meal?" You asked him with a tilt of your head. Subconsciously, Verity followed suit. Bone meal? Usually players would immediately ask for diamonds, or even where netherite was. Yet instead, you wanted bones.

"There's an excellent location to build a skeleton farm just 400 blocks away from here! Coordinates are 400, 89, and-" He could not even finish his sentence when your hands suddenly disappeared, nothing to catch him as he landed on the soft grass.

He bounced once, then twice with a grunt, a frown forming on his lips. What on Earth made you do that? Just as he opened his mouth to talk, he heard you yell. Not in fear or anger, but pure annoyance.

"Lenny! Put me down, you spider!" You yelled, tossed over the shoulder of a tall, lean figure, spider fuzz all over it's body. His eight eyes glared at Verity, mandibles twitching in pure, unrelenting jealousy.

"Mhineee," he hissed, and turned on his heel to disappear. A massive cloud of black smoke erupted from where he stood. "Wait!" Verity yelled, eyebrows furrowing. He could feel his anger boiling - damn it, it looked like he had competition…

Verity contemplated on locating you and taking you from that creature, Lenny, as you called him, angry you were already taken away from him. He was just about to teleport himself over to wherever he took you when you appeared right in front of him.

You brushed the dirt and soot off your clothes, eyebrows furrowed. "Ugh, sorry, Verity," you apologized. "I didn't expect Lenny to get so angry that quickly." You gently picked him up from the ground, brushing the grass off of his form.

"It's alright, no harm done!" He reassured you, but internally he was seething. "I'm assuming he's the one the bone meal is for?" He asked as you began to walk through the grassy plains.

You gave a nod of your head, a sigh leaving your lips. "Yeah, I keep running out of poppies to give him… I'm trying to keep his mood up, but it's like every hour it drops back to the negatives." With your free hand, you pinched the bridge of your nose. "And I can't keep having him breaking my doors down when he's angry..."

Verity furrowed his eyebrows at this. You were certainly in an interesting situation, one he never thought he'd encounter. Not only did you have more than 1 horror mod installed, you potentially had 2 obsessed beings. He knew he was obsessed with players, his handlers, but knowing he potentially had competition? It stirred his emotions up.

"Well, in that case, I'll do my best to help you!" He spoke enthusiastically, pleased to know that despite these mods recking havoc, you'd need him. Knowing that he was needed made him smile a little wider.

After a few more minutes of walking, you stopped in your tracks. Your house still seemed intact - the planks weren't burn, the logs were not disturbed, no cobwebs, and no hooded figure lurking around. It was almost as if Knocker decided not to mess with you. But you knew him all too well.

You pulled your sword from your inventory and made your way towards the door, angling the sword to attack anyone who tried to ambush you. Verity watched with curiosity, eyebrows furrowing just slightly with fascination. It seemed you already were accustomed to ambushes, that's good to know.

Slowly pushing the door open, you looked around for any signs of him, any signs of them, but you found nothing. Everything was spotless. "Huh... Guess they decided not to mess with me today," you commented aloud, making your way towards the chest by the furnaces.

You placed Verity down on top of one and put your sword back into its slot. "They always ambush you?" He asked, tilting his little body just a little like a curious puppy. You gave a nod of your head, crouching down to open up your chest. "Yeah, especially Knocker... He always likes ambushing me when I least expect it." You pushed open the lip of the chest, and froze, eyebrows furrowing in frustration. Your stack of bread, it was already gone. You made that this morning! "Ugh! Knocker! You stupid fat ass, I just made that stack of bread!" You yelled out to the air, yanking your sword out once again.

Just like clockwork, you turned around and swung your sword, watching as the diamond blade came in contact with an axe. The Knocker stood before you, his signature smile plastered on his face, black ooze dripping from his lips. "Looks like someone finally learned how to predict my attacks," he taunted in a singsong tone.

You gritted your teeth in frustration, pulling your sword back and brandishing it threateningly. "I am not in the mood for your damn games, just go away!" You demanded. He seemed to not listen, when does he ever really, and turned his gaze behind you, staring right at Verity.

His eyes turned black, his smile widening even more as he tilted his head. "What's this? Another mod?" He rasped, taking a step forward. Verity furrowed his brows, his eyes darkening. He was about to shift into his humanoid form when you stepped in front of him, pointing the blade directly at Knocker's chest. "Stay away from him." You growled.

Your tone made him stop in his tracks, staring at you with unreadable eyes. You've never spoken to him like that before, never had gotten so protective of something. It made the corner of his lip twitch in irritation. "Oh?" He rasped, droplets of blood slowly mixing with the black ooze. You felt a shiver roll down your spine. Shit, you pissed him off.

"What makes that thing so special, huh?" The Knocker stepped closer, and closer, his gloves tightening around the handle of his axe, the leather creaking. "It's just another mod - surely it can handle a hit or two." His eyes were crazed with jealousy, with madness, with nothing but the urge to kill.

"[name]", Verity began, sensing the tension in the air. He could see your arm trembling, clearly startled by what was happening. "I can handle myself; you don't need to put yourself in harm's way," he tried to reason with you. But your attention was solely on the one standing in front of you.

"Knocker, last warning - get out," You demanded, a bead of sweat rolling down your temple. You were ready to defend Verity, even if it meant getting hurt. You didn't want him to die within the first day of being in this world.

In a blink of an eye, The Knocker lunged towards you, axe raised up above his head. You brought your sword up, blocking the blade with your own, but you were a fraction too late. Your blade only deflected it, causing his blade to slide from yours, and slash down right across your chest.

You cried out in pain, the burning sensation spreading from the wound outwards. He kicked you back, watching as you crashed against the chest. You gripped your chest, blood spreading across your shirt and staining the fabric, droplets hitting the ground beneath you. You gasped out in pain, already at half a heart. Shit, when did he get so strong!?

Just as he raised the axe above his head, a puff of smoke exploded beside you, and a hand grasped the Knocker's wrist, stopping him in his tracks. Verity stood between you and the Knocker, now in his humanoid form. He was taller than the Knocker, nearly the same height as August. He was built toned, strong in every sense of the word, his gloved hand tightening around his wrist.

"Do not hurt them again," Verity growled, his eyes darkened, white pupils visible. He was mad, no, furious. You got hurt protecting him, and no one has ever done that. No one has ever tried protecting him from anything, except you. You put yourself in harms way, got hurt and nearly killed to ensure he wouldn't get so much of a scratch.

His obsession and fascination with you flared even higher.

The Knocker gritted his teeth, lips curling into an amused, cruel smirk. He raised his free hand in mock surrender, taking one single step back. "So, you're not helpless after all, huh?" He asked in a cocky tone, head tilting to the side. Verity only continued to glare down at him, slowly releasing his grip on the axe.

The Knocker took another step back, the crazed look still in his eye. "Don't think you can keep them for long," he rasped, his eyes showing no fear. "You won't be able to protect them all the time; I will get them." His threat echoed through the empty kitchen, but it rang deep in Verity's mind. His eyes darkened further, and he moved quickly, fist bawled up, he raised it and threw a punch towards the psychotic man. His fist never connected, for the being disappeared in a puff of black smoke.

Glaring at where he once stood, Verity quickly turned his attention back to you, his gaze softening. "Are you okay?" He asked, turning on his heel to walk back towards you. He knelt down before you, reaching a hand to move your own out of the way. You winced in pain, gazing up at him with eyes filled with fascination. "I... didn't know you could turn human," you muttered.

His eyes met yours, and his lips curled into the softest of smiles. "It's not a form I always want to use, but I couldn't just watch as you protected me," he spoke softly, and slowly, his gaze moved back down towards your wound. "I have to dress your wound; can you stand and walk on your own?" He asked softly.

You gave a firm nod of your head and raised your hand up to grasp the chest behind you. Using it as leverage, you attempted to push yourself off the floor, trying desperately to ignore the pain that flared with every micromovement you made. But just as you almost rose up, the pain reached a new peak.

You cried out, your arm slipping from the surface of the chest, but you never fell back to the floor. Verity was able to wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. He ignored the blood staining his own yellow shirt, instead focusing on helping you get up.

"Hold onto me," he ordered. You wrapped your arm around his shoulder, the other holding onto the arm around your waist. Slowly, he rose up to his height, making sure to keep a firm arm around you. You hissed in pain, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes, eyebrows furrowed tightly. It burned, pulsating with your own heartbeat.

Once fully stood, Verity wordlessly picked you up in his arms, adjusting his arms so that you were comfortable. You were in too much pain to protest, instead leaning into him. He quickly began to walk towards your bedroom, not needing directions. He knew everything about you - how you built your house, where you stored everything, which room had what.

He glanced down at you as he neared the room, looking at your pained expression. He would make the Knocker pay for hurting you, would make him pay for stealing your bread, your food. A cruel smile etched onto his lips. He would protect you from all three of them, regardless of if the other two were friendly or not.