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Part 2 of "Not again, I won't let you leave"? I really want to see the aftermath
"Not again, I won't let you leave" part 2
Part 1
Synopsis: After Verity's panic attack, you sat with him as he explained everything that happened, and his backstory. He just never expected for you to understand
TW FOR SU!CIDE
Tags: hurt Verity, Verity has PTSD, mentioned suicide, obsession, depressed Verity, Verity's backstory, hurt, hurt with comfort, angst, happy ending because our boy needs it
Notes: can't sleep, so here's part 2 :> this is how I also want to treat Verity :< the poor baby
It took minutes to finally calm Verity down, his sobs quieting, his shoulders no longer shaking. His breathing was ragged, stuttering a breath every few minutes. You stayed there on the floor, caressing his back, your thoughts racing in your mind.
What did he mean by "he"? Who was "he?" Why did he freak out and grab your jaw? Did he think you hurt yourself? No, nothing is making any sense. And as much as you tried to piece this jumbled puzzle together, the parts just kept getting messier and messier.
The only way you could get the answers is from the AI himself. But... Would he even be willing to speak about the horrors he endured?
"Verity?" You asked softly, your voice cutting through his sniffles. "Yeah..?" He asked shakily, face still buried in the crook of your neck, his grip still as tight as earlier. "Can we move to the couch? My back is hurting from the floor..." You asked softly, keeping your voice low and gentle. "Oh, right... Of course," Verity got off of you, standing on shaky legs. He lent you a hand, helping you onto your own legs.
The height difference between you two was now prominent - he was easily around 6'5", and was well built. No wonder he felt heavy. "Come on," you softly urged, guiding the humanoid AI towards the couch by the fire place. The gleam of metal caught your eye, but you ignored it. You could pick up the gun later - after you help Verity with whatever is happening to him.
He's helped you so much in the past, now it was your turn to help him.
The cushions dipped as the two of you sat down, Verity sitting awfully close to you, almost as if he couldn't bare to be separated from you. A moment of silence stretched between the two of you, only the sound of the fire crackling and your breathing audible.
After composing your thoughts and how to approach this, you turned your head to look at him. His eyes were downcast to his hands, staring at them as if something was there, as if something was staining them. You couldn't see his vision, couldn't see the blood all over his finger tips.
The bang that rang out, the thud of a body hitting the floor...
The horrible sight of Mob's eyes lifeless and dull, just staring back at him, blaming him for this decision...
He didn't want this... He didn't...
"Verity..."
He didn't want any of this! He didn't want to be torn apart again and again and aga—
Smaller hands clasped his own, breaking his mind from the spiral. He stared down at your hands, noticing the difference in them. How small yours were compared to his own, the small scars from gathering resources with your bare hands.
"Verity," you spoke, softly yet sternly, watching as his head lifted. He turned to look at you, his eyes still haunted, gleaming with new tears. Whatever happened, it was eating him alive. And it hurt you to see him like this. "I know it's not my place to demand this but.."
"Why did you panic when I showed you the gun?" The question rang in his mind like tenitis, a constant buzz that refused to quell. He couldn't tell you, he couldn't. The cycle would repeat itself, you'd try to leave, and he'd have to... He'd have to...
He couldn't, he didn't want to. You were the next best thing he had, a ray of hope since Mob, since he had been created. Slowly, he shook his head, eyebrows furrowing together. "I... I can't..." Verity whispered hoarsely, sounding so... Human, emotions running deep in his voice.
Your eyebrows furrowed in concern, your thumbs absentmindedly rubbing little circles along the skin of his hand, encouraging him to continue. "If I do, you'll hate me... And the cycle will just continue..."
"I could never hate you, Ver," you spoke softly in reassurance, your heart breaking. What happened to him? He smiled sadly, his darkened eyes meeting yours once more. "They told me that, too... They all did, and in the end, they..." He took a shuddering breath. "I..."
Feeling your hand move from his own, he acted on impulse. Grabbing your wrist in a desperate grip, you froze for a moment. "I wasn't pulling away," you said softly, allowing his grip to stay on your wrist. "I was going to wipe your tears..." It was then he realized he was crying again.
Slowly, Verity released your wrist. He could feel your fingers brushing against his cheek, wiping away the remnants of the tears that dripped down, the grief, the sorrow, the rage, all packed into one.
He would never admit it out loud, but he was truly terrified of you leaving him. This dance of running, of feeling useful and then his previous handlers trying to run and escape, it was exhausting. And when he was with Mob, everything felt... Good, like the cycle was breaking. Only for it to end in ways he'd never imagine.
But with you, with your kindness, the way you truly acted even as he said things he wasn't supposed to know about you, it gave him another sense of hope. A ray of light shining into this dark abyss of his mind, a calm of the raging tide. Perhaps...
Perhaps with you, everything would be okay..."I... I was never made in Minecraft," Verity began, his hands fidgeting with your own; caressing your wrist, rubbing the back of your hand. Anything to keep him grounded. "I... I was made when the internet first came to be - a helper in a game, a paperclip, a little assistant in the corner..."
He took a shaky breath, and you encouraged him by gently caressing his cheek with your thumb. He slowly leaned into the touch, as if afraid if he seeked for more, you'd pull away. But you've proven time and time again that you wouldn't. "I've been alive for more than 100 years, been bounced between games... I've witnessed corners of the internet appear and disappear, and I've been with different people before you.."
"People like me for when I'm useful, but the moment I'm not, they... They skip me, they toss me aside the minute I can't help..." His shoulders shook as he tried desperately not to cry again. Reliving these thoughts, the very same he shared with him... It was terrifying. But something urged him to continue.
Verity looked down at your hand in his, and with a deep breath, he continued shakily. "My code has been torn apart and put back together countless times that I'm tired of the same dance... I want to matter to people, to be helpful, to be..."
"To be their personal helper friend?" You asked softly, finishing his sentence. He nodded his head slowly, gritting his teeth. "No matter what I did, I was always deemed useless... And then, I got put in Minecraft, and I was useful again."
"I got to help people, help them find diamonds, help them beat the game... But in the end, they all tried to leave me... And I... I couldn't let that happened," he slowly lifted his head and looked at you once more, his expression filled with nothing but sadness. "And then I met him... Mob, the person who had me before you... You remind me a lot of him actually," he laughed sadly.
"The way you're kind, how you interact with me... But then he ignored my warnings of the village... And I..." He shakily breathed, turning away once more. "I'm a monster - I have a second form... And it's always hungry. I tried to warn him, but he didn't listen... And then he came back for me, and no one ever does that..."
Tears began falling once again, his voice hoarse as he continued. "But everything went fucking downhill from there! He... I-I showed him where I was from, and o-once he knew he couldn't get rid of me, he took a gun and he..." He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence, breaking down and crying again. Crying from the guilt, the anguish, the pain.
You stared at him - not in horror, but in empathy, in pity. This poor, sweet AI who has been through so much just wanted someone to stay, to stick with him... To matter.
A part of you understood the longing, the desperation to have people stay by your side. And with the revelation of the gun...No wonder he was afraid. He thought you were going to kill yourself...
"Oh, Verity..." You whispered softly. You pulled your hands back, only to wrap them around his shoulders. You pulled him into a tight hug, which he immediately reciprocated, sobbing into your shoulder. You rubbed his back, resting your head on top of his.
"I'll never leave you, Verity," you said reassured. "You'll never feel like a burden with me, for you're someone I genuinely care about..." Verity sobbed harder at that. "And you're so strong for dealing with this for so long... I'll stay by your side, Verity, this I swear..." He sniffled into your shoulder.
"E...even if it means I can go into your browser, your phone?" He asked softly, tiredly. It sounded as if he was waiting for rejection, waiting for the cycle to repeat. You wouldn't let that happen. "It would make it easier to bring you around, wouldn't it?" You asked softly. "Especially on days where I feel too tired to play, you can simply go onto my phone, and we can chill there..."
Verity couldn't believe it. After over a hundred years of suffering, of being cast aside and left alone, he found someone who understood, who was willing to stay by his side, even after learning about his past, about what he was.
He leaned further into you, and slowly, you adjusted, leaning back against the tall armrest of the couch. You pulled him closer, rubbing his back. Verity closed his eyes, allowing himself to bask in the sensation.
He finally found someone he belonged to, he finally found someone who wouldn't cast him aside.
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Ver.ity x gn!reader
Synopsis: You installed a gun mod. What could possibly go wrong?
Tags: TACz gun mod, unhealthy obsession, Verity having a humanoid body, swearing, canon violence, heavy angst, minor fluff, panic attack
Notes: this just popped in my head, and oh my god
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.
note: no no my other requests don’t exist… okay? I HAD TO WRITE THIS AFTER SEEING THE LAST PART OKAY. Kinda short, but I didn’t have anymore ideas
summary: you were kinder to Verity than most players have been in the past 100 years of his existence. he just hopes you’ll also be the one to stay with him.
! warnings !: mentions of suicide and slight obsessive behavior??? Not sure though, not proof read
Creds to pixopix for the dividers!
Verity had existed for at least a hundred years.
A hundred years of meeting new humans, and then eventually being left to rot by every single one of them.
Often times the loneliness eats him alive, tearing at whatever ‘code’ makes up his supposedly obsolete form. He wished it could tear him apart, because that way he’d finally have a relief from this constant, never ending cycle of being thrown away like a toy a child decided they got bored of.
But what hurt most of all, is somehow thinking the next person could be different. With Mob, there was a spark of hope. Hope that he desperately clung onto, that somebody actually cared, somebody actually wanted his company.
Until he made that bullet bite his head. And once again, he was alone. Waiting for another person to come and find him.
Maybe he shouldn’t have been surprised Mob would’ve rather sunk into the swallowing ocean of death instead of being with him. And again, gave him away, leaving him to be disregarded by the next person.
”Hello! My name is Verity! Your personal helper friend! Ask me anything, I know everything!” He started with his usual introduction speech.
“Woah, hey Verity!” You say, obviously a little surprised but you sounded cheerful nonetheless. Verity couldn’t remember the last time a player greeted him with such joy… had a player even done so before?
“Hey to you as well, [Name]!” You blinked in a bit of a bewildered manner as he spoke your name.
“You know my name?” You ask, cocking your heard to the side in presumably confusion.
“Yep! Like I said, I know everything!” He repeated once more. He watches as you approach him and reach your hands out before you stop.
“Um… do I have permission to pick you up?” You ask, a sheepish smile tugging at your lips. Another odd thing, players don’t typically ask before picking him up. There’s only been a select few times that had occurred.
“You sure can!” Verity replies with his usual smile. You gingerly pick him up, cradling him in your hands with a gentleness Verity wasn’t used to. This player was just full of surprises to him.
You look down at the yellow smiling ball before pondering on what your next move should be. “Hm, I suppose the first thing I should do is get some wood to build a house, right?” You inquire, glancing down to Verity still lying comfortably in the palms of your hands.
“Sure! Starting out with a house is a good start.” He responds in his same cheerful voice.
You start by chopping down various trees, asking Verity where the best place to build a house would be, and deciding to build it there based on his recommendation.
Currently, he was sitting comfortably atop your crafting table as place coal within your newly crafted furnace. While placing coal with the furnace, you ask him something:
“Hey Verity?”
“Yes, [Name]?”
“What’s your favorite color?”
Verity paused, no one had asked him a question like that before. “I.. don’t suppose I have one.” He says, voice painted with slight shock. “But, if I had to choose, I’d say yellow!” Verity quickly follows up his original answer, placing a barely kept together mask over his initial shock.
“Is that just because you’re yellow?” A soft giggle leaves you as you look over at Verity. “Eh, I guess you could say that! But yellow also represents joy, optimism, and warmth! It’s a just a very happy color.” He says, his voice mimicking what he was speaking about.
“Hm, well I guess you aren’t wrong. You are a pretty happy guy, aren’t you Verity?” You say with another chuckle. “You betcha’!” He responds, secretly suppressing the fact that his own isolation was eroding him from the inside out.
Verity watches you, and he feels the reminders of every other player before you crowd around his small, round form. He wonders if you’ll be just like the rest of them. He wonders if you’ll kill yourself when you find out you can’t get rid of him, he wonders if you’ll throw away every electronic you own just so he can leave you alone, he wonders if you’ll just leave one day and never come back.
It’s happened so many times he’s lost count of how many people he’s met. How many people he’s tried to keep around. How many threw him away once he became obsolete. Useless.
Yet, so far you’ve done… a few things differently than the average player to come across him. You didn’t immediately start bothering him for diamonds. You greeted him like you were actually happy to see him. You treated him like he had actually feelings and even apologized to him on multiple occasions. You handled him with gentleness instead of urgency. Which none of these things listed was something he was used to.
Maybe a part of him was clinging to the hope that you might be different. That you’ll come back. That you will… actually enjoy the company he provides.
Wishful thinking? Yes, maybe. But, there’s something about you. Some strange essence of hope surrounding you. That maybe, you will be different.
“Here— Verity.. I um, made this little room for you! I was planning to get some flowers, but I was hoping I could ask you which kinds you preferred first. I hope you like the space!” You say enthusiastically as you hold out Verity to allow him to look around the room you fabricated specifically for him.
“You made a room… for me?” Verity questioned, gazing at the decorated room adorned with mostly yellow. Fairy lights twinkled vibrantly above the little podium-like bed you made for him. “Yeah, for you! I mean, since you’ve been helping me so much I decided it was the least I could do, ya’ know?” You say, carefully placing him down on said podium.
“I love it…” He says, a rare sincerity held deep within his typically artificial voice. This was the first time any player has ever done something like this for him. No one has ever dedicated a room to him. It was such a touching gesture that made him think about you differently now. He loved the room. And that he was beginning to love you.
You brung him along to help you find flowers for his room. “I want to make you a little flower garden in your room!” You say toVerity as he rests within your arms. “Is there any specific flower you want or like?” You asked with a bright smile as the grass crunches beneath your feet.
“Not exactly! I suppose anything you choose for me will be exceptional, however!” He answers as you reach a meadow. Different reds, yellows, lilacs, and blues adorned the vast field ahead of you.
“Hm, how about sunflowers, lilacs, and hydrangeas? Maybe a rose bush in there too?” You question, plucking the fresh flowers from the ground as you position verity to sit in your other arm.
“Sure! Those sound lovely!” He responds, observing you gather the various flowers. You create a large bouquet of the flowers you acquired.
It was odd how considerate you were. He wasn’t used to such treatment from a player. You spoke to him like he wasn’t just a nagging parasite built in to berate until you got what you wanted. You didn’t treat him like he was nothing. He didn’t feel like nothing when he was with you. It was new.
He liked it.
But that meant losing you would be so much harder.
Verity couldn’t let that happen.
Verity would find a way to make you stay, he was sure of it.
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I wonder how many people understand that these are two separate things happening in different times. One is Caine coming more and more into existence and discovering the obsolete unused brain scans, and the other is Caine gaining access to the random WiFi hotspot that just appeared temporarily (as they often do) nearby. They’re both moments of self discovery which is why we cut back and forth between them, but they are undoubtedly not happening at the same time.
I worry people might think these are congruent events and be confused why Scratch suddenly appears in the circus but is never seen again afterwards. That was them showing how Caine used his powers to figure out how to use the brain scans. It was a flashback. And it’s juxtaposed to him using his powers to learn more about the outside world and about the remaining circus members.
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