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:
“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.
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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