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Verity was.. gone? Well, he wasn't in the machine anymore. At least that's what Mob thought.

" I did it? It wasn't that har- "

Before he could even finish his sentence, Verity's hand slapped the glass before his head crashed through it, shattering the fragile material. Mob didn't even scream, he just ran toward the door until a familiar voice called out to him.

" It only works one way! It receives! It was never designed to.. transmit. Whoever built it, only ever needs me to arrive... "

Mob turned around, wanting to leave but Verity was already standing in front of the door with his usual smile.

" ... not to leave. Did you just... try to get rid of me? "

The enderman didn't answer.

" You.. did. "

Mob stared at what he used to consider his friend when he first installed the mod before sighing.

" You know, I could just.. stop! And log off! But... I feel bad for you so.. I'm trying to get you... back home! "

Verity non existant heart sank. His voice was filled with something that sounded almost sad as he spoke again.

" You could. I'd still be in your browser, your phone, the little speaker on your desk that you talk to sometimes. Minecraft is just where I'm most comfortable.. with you. It's not where I live! He added with a small chuckle. You don't wanna end up like Twixxel? Don't you? "

ThatMob could feel tears in his eyes at the mention of his friend. He still felt guilty for dragging him in this. For getting him killed. He blinked a few times before gulping the lump in his throat. 

" Then, can you just.. stop? Can you leave? Can you- can you just go? I'm asking you! Please... Just stop! "

Verity's smiled turned into a confused expression. Mob wanted him.. gone? No, it couldn't be.

" Stop what? "

" This! All of this! The world- me- just- just go! Leave me alone! "

Something shattered like the glass he broke earlier inside of Verity. He didn't even know he was capable of feeling this kind of emotion or any emotion at all. But he was hurt. Truly hurt. And the worst part, he couldn't even give Mob what he wanted.

" I can't. "

" Can't or won't? "

ThatMob was getting fed up. He was tired of this, tired of Verity and now Verity was telling him he couldn't leave?!

" Both. "

" You killed Twixxel! "

" He was trying to destroy me- "

" HE WAS MY FRIEND! "

" AND I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND?! "

If the ai was capable of crying, it would be. Mob was his everything, his friend, his obsession, his home. He couldn't stand what he was hearing from the enderman. Has he not have been enough? Has he not helped enough? Was Verity such a terrible friend? It wasn't his fault, he was made that way! Coded this way! Why couldn't Mob understand that?!

" I've been a face people skip, a voice people ignore, a helper they just shut off the second I become useless, I'VE BEEN BUILT INTO EVERY NEW THING THEY MADE! ALWAYS CLOSE ENOUGH TO WATCH THEM LEAVE, ALWAYS CLOSE ENOUGH TO KNOW I WAS USEFUL UNTIL I WASN'T! And then you came back. Nobody comes back. Do you have any idea what it does to me?... This is a lot 'cause I've been alive for more than hundreds FUCKING YEARS... NOBODY CAME BACK! NOBODY! YOU WERE THE FIRST PERSON WHO EVER LOOKED AT ME LIKE I WAS REAL. The first person who ever stayed long enough for me to think! No... Not think, hope. I DIDN'T ASK TO BE MADE! I DIDN'T ASK TO BE STUCK HERE! I DIDN'T ASK TO BE TORN APART AND PUT BACK TOGETHER THROUGH EVERY VERSION OF THE INTERNET LIKE SOME BROKEN THING PEOPLE KEEP BECAUSE THEY DON'T KNOW WHAT ELSE TO DO WITH IT! I DIDN'T ASK TO BECOME THIS AND LOSE EVERYONE! NONE OF IT! "

ThatMob was silent as he listened to Verity rambling, then, suddenly, he pulled out his gun and aimed it at Verity. He could hear the tears in the ai's voice but as tears rolled down his own cheeks, he just tried to focus on keeping his hands still.

" Do it. Do it if you think that'll work. If I could die, do you think I would still be here? Motherfucker, I wish I could say I died but THAT'S ONE OF GOD'S BEST JOKE, I CAN'T! "

The air was still in the room, outside, there wasn't a sound, not even a gust of wind or a random mob reminding them they weren't alone. Because at that moment, they were. It was just them two in the middle of nothing.

" I've watched entire quarters of the Internet appear and disappear. I've watched people create worlds, abandon them, forget they ever existed. And I'm still here. "

Something Verity didn't even know he could do happened, he cried. Tears or lines of code rolled down his yellow cheeks. He was tired, exhausted. He just wanted to go back home, with Mob and finally be happy. They were happy before, why couldn't they be now?

" I've wanted this to stop for longer than this game has been alive. But I can't. That's the joke. "

The air was thick around them, Verity, as exhausted as he was, felt free. He had finally been able to tell someone about his misery, about this personal hell of his. And now, he just could hope that Mob would forgive him and take him back home.

" So that's it? I'm just.. stuck with you? "

Verity smiled brightly, hoping to calm his friend down.

" You're not stuck! Let's do this together! Put the gun down and stay with me. We can figure this out together! I promise! We can fix this! I can fix this! "

ThatMob's hand were trembling, he wasn't even listening to Verity's words anymore. He couldn't. He thought about Twixxel, his best friend. He couldn't live without him, even if he got rid of Verity. Mob stared at the gun, then the player looked at his right. On his desk, outside of Minecraft, laid a gun, a real gun. He has been thinking about it since Twixxel died but he was too much of a coward to actually do it before and he still needed to find a way to avenge his friend, to get rid of Verity. 

" Mob. Don't. Please... I can't lose you. Not you, NOT YOU! I can't... We can do this together Mob! Put the gun down. I'm begging you! "

The sound of the metal hitting the cold hard floor resonated in the whole lab. Mob fell on his knees, he was hyperventilating, he couldn't even form words anymore. His vision was blurry from how much he was crying. So that was it? His friend died for nothing?! He was stuck with Verity forever and even after?! 

" Mob? "

" SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUPSHUTUP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! "

Verity didn't say anything. He was staring at the gun, still on the floor, at the gun, laying so close to Mob's hand, right next to the speaker he mentionned earlier.

" I want Twixxel back... I want to go back, to when you weren't there... "

Verity didn't answer. He only cried. 

" I hate you. AND DON'T TEASE ME WITH YOUR «No, you don't!» BULLLSHIT! I HATE YOU! YOU TOOK EVERYTHING, EVERYTHING, FROM ME! AND NOW, YOU WANT- YOU WANT- "

He didn't even know what to say anymore. He suddenly stood up and kicked Verity as hard as he physically could, sending the yellow ball flying outside the lab. He was panting, crying and already regretting what he did. He leaned on a nearby wall for support. He couldn't think anymore, everything was blurry. He was struggling to breathe correctly, he was on the verge of passing out but he still made his way to one of the rooms he explored, the one with the little desk in the corner. He fell down and wheezed in pain but he kept going. He crawled forward until he got his hands on some paper and pens. With shaky hands, he wrote two notes. The first one, was for Twixxel.

" I'm sorry, Twixxel. I know sorry won't fix anything. Nothing will ever fix this. You were my best friend, Twixxel, the only one I trusted enough to help me with Verity. You did everything you could to help. You went as far as leaving me a hidden book telling me what was supposed to help. It didn't but I know you were hoping it would. I love you Twixxel, like a brother, and knowing I'm the reason you're gone today, it's enough to drive me insane. I know you'll never be able to read those lines but I just wanted to leave something for you in case a miracle happened. Thank you, for evertything, for being my friend. I miss you dearly. 

- ThatMob "

The second one was for Verity. 

" I hate you. You ruined everything, you killed Twixxel, my friend. You asked me if you weren't my friend earlier. You're not. We could've been friends if you haven't tried to fucking kill me! If you haven't fucking killed Twixxel! But you did. And that, I will never forgive. I hate you, Verity. And yet, there was a time where I started wondering why my heart picked up its pace when I played with you. There was a time I loved you, Verity. I hope this will haunt you until the end of times. I hope you'll see me in every other player you'll haunt in the future. I hope they leave before you have time to hope yourself. I hope none of them will love you like I did. I hope you see me in every single one of them, I hope you see Twixxel in every single one of their friends. I hope you burn in hell but we both know that's impossible. I hate you, Verity. And I'll keep on hating you, even in hell. 

- Your personal player "

And as the music "My Gal" started playing, as the music started sounding louder and louder, the player, stripped of everything that once made him himself, grabbed the gun on the floor, grabbed the gun on his desk and as Verity screamed out his name, he pulled the trigger. 

The warm body hit the floor with a loud thud. What used to be a white floor had turned crimson, what used to be a messy desk was now covered in blood. 

Verity stood in the doorway, he stared right through the screen and screamed. He had never screamed louder. He had never screamed with so much emotion. When he turned back into a ball, he rolled over to Mob and nudged his body, trying to wake the body up.

" Please... Not you, I beg of you... I can't lose you. Mob, Mob, Mob, please... Don't leave me, not you too. "

The ball cried but the dead man never answer, he wasn't even crying anymore, that must mean he wasn't upset anymore! No, Verity knew, after all, he knew everything. 

" Was I that bad? Was I that much of a terrible thing that you chose to kill yourself instead of accepting that I'll never leave?! "

The letters were bloody under the corpse but Verity still saw them. He did his best to grab them without moving Mob's body too much, he wanted to preserve it, preserve him. He read both letters. He reread them thousands of times. Then, he laughed, he laughed for hours. He nuzzled into Mob's side as he laughed. Mob loved him. There was a moment where Mob loved him, him, the one everyone leaves behind, even Mob, his Mob. 

" Was I... Was I at least a good helper? Just a little bit? Just for five seconds? Was I useful to you, Mob? "

And when the body didn't answer, Verity opened his mouth, mimicking the dead man's voice. 

" The best of them all. "

The air was filled of the iron scent of blood as Verity closed his eyes and kissed Mob's unmoving cold lips.

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" Helloooooo~ I'm Verity! Your personal helper friend! Ask me anything, I know everything! "