I got so in my feels about the announcement of happy ghasts in minecraft, I had to write a little story <3 It's just something short and kinda sweet
Hot air from the lava pool was rising up, getting trapped by the netherack roof. This dimension, a dimension of sweltering heat and suffering, was something new to the player.
A portal, that's all it took. Ten obsidian, mined with a shiny new diamond pickaxe, and a flint and steel, crafted on a well loved crafting bench.
The smell was something undeniably unique, a strange mix of rotten eggs, fungus and death. The player had never seen something... red. Everywhere they turned, it was like looking at the sun, except this was ten blocks in front of them.
Walking through the nether was a challenge, and it was almost impossible. They couldn't count the amount of times they accidentally hit a zombified piglin while mining, causing the entire population to hate them, or how many times the large balloon like beings cried, and shot fireballs at them.
Ghasts, that's what they were. A strange sense of sadness washed over the player, seeing the large white being cry. It looked in pain, it looked sad...
The player pushed any sadness or guilt away, focusing on their task at hand. Netherite. That's why they came here, and they'd be damned if they didn't get when they were coming for.
They walked, and walked, and walked. By now, their gold boots were just about to give up. The player cursed themselves, stupidly having forgotten to bring any spares.
As they walked, they came across a new biome, one they had heard stories about from the villagers close to their base, but never seen themselves. A soulsand valley.
The lighting changed almost immediately, going for the rich reds and oranges, or a cool haunting blue. As they walked, they noticed something. There were so many skeletons, and a lot of bones.
They continued their journey through the biome, stopping to investigate the bones, and that's when they saw it. A ghast, but instead of crying, and trying to kill the player, it was small, and its skin was dried out.
Something hit the player in their blocky chest, an emotion they never wanted to feel for a mod, an evil mob, the enemy.
With slight hesitation, the player picked up the little dried out ghast, cradling it in their arms, and ran.
They ran back through the valley, through the tree like fungi, and through the barren wasteland where their portal lied.
They didn't know what they were doing, what they were thinking, but they wanted to help this little ghast, in any way they could.
Hopping into the portal, feeling like they were against time itself to help the poor thing, the player held the ghast close to their chest.
Leaving the portal, the played walked the hundred or so blocks to their base, and set something up.
It wasn't much, but they hoped it would help. They wade a little three by three wooden square, and placed the little ghast in the middle. After, they walked to the river, getting a fresh bucket of water, and pouring it over the little ghast.
With that, the player headed to bed. Over the next few days, they checked on the ghast, until one day, something happened.
The dried ghast was no longer dry, and on the verge of death. It smiled, it smiled at the player. Floating happily around, exploring its new environment.
