🍋🍀Cedar🍀🍋

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.