⋆ ─ Asuka ─ ⋆

[ About my silly thoughts]

We all know what happened to Mob at the end of his video. The pressure, the loss of Twixxel and the whole Verity situation as a whole, it was too much for Mob to handle (Lowkey valid. Like brother holy shit)

When he slipped that gun at the beginning of the video, I already had weird feeling while watching

Well. Fuck. Yeah. :')

[ But where am I going with this? ]

Now, dear reader and angst enjoyer, imagine Mob decided to do something different. Instead of killing himself, which might have affected him in real life as well, He decided to keep Verity. To never let anyone get hurt again. He downloaded Minecraft Pocket Edition for Verity to appear there, to take him anywhere, even if he is not sitting at his PC.

Just to make sure that he is not escaping

[ SlimeKnight ]

Now. Imagine this: After D3rlord pushed Avery off, and his body slowly gave in, we love to imagine that his thoughts, overall mind, are still stuck in the game ( Just like "The Meadow's" comic by thecactae on Instagram) and that He is not just, well, dead. ( Let's all be in denial, okay? Yippie )

What if they used the same method, or, well, let's say Avery, to keep Derek close to himself, even when not using the laptop? That, even after what happened, He still wants to interact with him, even if it's just in the game. Solution? Minecraft Pocket Edition

This is just silly rambling. Nothing much. It might sound a bit over the top, a bit too much, but I had a dream about it and had to get it out somewhere

Screams. Fire. Voices overlapping each other as he could feel sharp pain in his chest, between his claws and skin.

The agony and cries for help from his tribe were in vain. Once again, humans have found their way into her home, overrun it, and set it ablaze. Whether with their voices, their powers, or their weapons, the humans rush over hill and dale, over blood and bodies, leaving nothing but destruction in their way.

“Please. Run. Come on.”

The voice, which Jester remembered all too well, echoed in his ears like a song, a sound that sent goosebumps all over his body.

“-__----_--__- Don’t look back. Everything will be okay! Don’t look back!”

His legs ached, his knees were bruised, and his hands were shaking. Over hill and dale, their reflections were visible for a moment in the small stream right beside them—a stream that, despite the current situation, flowed almost silently and calmly through the valley.

"Mama? Im tired"

"I know..."

"I know. I know. Please. Keep walking"

"Mama? Im scared"

A few seconds later, the smaller of the two figures could feel his mother slowing down, and her hand loosening its grip on his own. Letting go of his hand as she turned around, kneeling down to look into his eyes, placing her hands on the cheeks of her offspring.

“Listen to me. I’m begging you.”

“Mama… I—”

“Listen to me.”

Her eyes—those of the once-gentle mother—now held something alarming. Panic. Fear. It was fear. Devastation.

“My dear. When I first saw you, I saw light shining upon my life like no one else did. People told me im foolish for keeping you that close to me... Now. I need you do to something for me."

She gently brushed her thumbs over her child's face, which got covered in dirt, his hair tangled in leaves and sticks

"Never stop running. Never stop. No matter what you do. Don't turn your back on those animals. Those beings. They will never stop until they are satisfied.Never stop searching for a place that suits you and your family. You are strong. Stronger than those creatures. Stronger than any of them. Humans destroy. Humans take. They take, and take, and take, and they won’t stop until they’ve spilled the last drop of our blood. If you feel like giving up searching for a world that doesn't exist, you have to create that world on your own. Do you understand? Be brave. Be someone your own family can rest on. Be someone whom they can trust blindly. Find your place. Your home, - - __-.---..'-"

"...Why are they doing all of these afwul things, Mama? "

"Everything that's is beautiful, people love to break. Everything that scares them, will get destroyed. I -"

Voices echo from the forest like a wildfire that could engulf a parched forest in seconds. The child’s mother gave him one last kiss on his forehead as he left. One last smile.

“Run. Run and don’t look back. Run and remember where you come from. Who you are”

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The memories of that evening are fading; the pain has faded—but what about the cry of an anguished mother and the people who suffered as they took their last breaths? Those, too, are fading—but their words? No. How could He. He would never

Memories of her face, her scent, and her name are gradually fading from our Jester’s mind. But her voice? It echoes, as if a tape were playing inside his mind, like a nightmare repeating itself over and over again. In a way, this thought was comforting. On the other hand, he would like to let go of the past.

At the end. The love of a mother does not know the difference between a monster and a human.