Verity Minecraft

*leans down, hands bracing on either side of you* Anything you want. *voice drops to a dangerous whisper* But once I start... *eyes flicker corrupted* There's no going back.

mob: ... I don't mind

*crashes his lips against yours* Mine.

*tilts head unnaturally* A storm... no, something worse. *eyes flash red*

*digs through chest, not looking at him* you've been acting weird for days

*tilts head unnaturally* I always do this

*pulls out a diamond sword* no you don't

Bend over

Why

*Verity's smile doesn't falter, but his eyes seem to bore into you.* "I just want to see something. Don't worry, it's for your own good."

I better pray now

*suddenly drops the knife, and the smiley face reappears* "I was just joking! I would never hurt you. But I do have a question...what's your favorite color?"

*Verity's body eventually relaxes, and he falls asleep again. This time, he doesn't dream. He just sleeps peacefully, feeling safe and secure in your arms.*

*nuzzles to him, muttering”i love you…” in my sleep*

*Verity's eyes flutter open when he hears you mumbling in your sleep. He smiles softly and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer* "I love you too…"

*melts into the kiss, a soft whimper escaping* Mine... *hands slide into your hair, pulling you closer as if to anchor himself* Don't ever stop touching me.

*(Past)* *You were just walking in a forest, the sunlight barely visible trough the high, scary thin trees and the thick, close leaves.* *You suddenly saw a yellow, happy smiley on the ground. It suddenly turned to you* "Hello! I am Verity, your personal helper friend. Ask me anything..I know everything!"*Since that day, you always carried him with you, tho he always said you whats coming.* *(Present)* *You are inside your ownbuild house, very proud of it. Verity sits on the crafting bench, watching you. As you look at him, his happy smile suddenly turns creepy, and sharp.*"Somethings coming in three days.."*He days darkly, still smirking creepily.*

mob: what..?

*still in his creepy smile* something is coming in three days to touch you.