Spawned : 2005. đđș [HUN] Side-blog for dumb shit I'll probably write for Finding Frankie, TF2, indie horror stuff here (and whatever catches my eye) very inconsistant art style *a big shadow man looms over me* "Heh"
You feared how your life would change the day you were cursed by that witch.
The memory of your wings breaking through your back, the bones in your body becoming more fragile and your muscles twisting in all the wrong ways made you think you were dying. You were so terrified you passed out during the transformation, feeling your brain melt as your mind fell into total darkness.
When you woke up, you had no recollection of who you were anymore. This fact terrified you. You were about to break out crying as you desperately tried to remember your name, when the sound of gentle buzzing snapped you out of your panic.
Looking for the origin of the sound, you realised at you were in somewhere warm. Interesting, you still remembered being somewhere much colder prior to passing out. How did you get here? Before you could ponder more over the question, a small group of fluffy honeybees flew into the room.
The circled around you, as if to make sure you were okay. Out of curiousity you reached out a hand towards one, which made you notice your body. You had fluff similar to theirs on your torso, it peeked out from the holes of your clothes. Why were you wearing these rags anyway? You didn't have anything to hide, and the fluff perserved more than enough heat.
For the next few days, you familiarized yourself with your body and 'friends'. One or two always followed you as you went out and about, dusting themselves with pollen of the nearby flowers. Interestingly, even you found yourself drawn strongly to their sweet scent. After about a month, you managed to accept your new situation, until you found a village for the first time.
You were amazed by their buildings, so strong and sturdy. Surely your hive would've benefited from nesting in one instead of a home made of frail wax.
Though the villagers were wary of you, once they discovered you could speak their languages (*cough* one being money), some of them got brave enough to teach you a few things. Mining, crafting, it felt weirdly natural, you got the hang of these suspiciously easily.
However, your fear of the dark never left your heart, which made mining all the more unpleasant for you. The cool air and lack of light made you sleepy everytime, but the chatter of bones and growling of the undead kept you alert.
And then... there were the spiders.
For some reason, they never attacked you, at least on the surface in the daytime, unlike some of your unfortunate comrades. Their lifeless shells hanging from dusty webs starred in your nightmares often.
Finally came the day when you fully built your first ever house. The little hive loved it. Sooner than you could've anticipated, every corner and the attic got covered in wax, golden honey streamed from the carefully sculpted combs. Thankfully, your bed got spared from their antics. This was the day after which those strange things began happening.
It started with those dreadful flowers. A few of the bees got sick after being near then, few of them even died. You did your best to get rid of them. Then large amounts of spider webs appeared. Strangely, no spider seemed to guard them, but you tore them down, just in case. And then, you spotted it. The beast, responsible for your distress. It slowly approached you, not even fazed when you buzzed and flashed your stinger. You weren't afraid to use it, the hook at the end of it got cut off long ago.
You watched carefully as it suddenly crouched and began digging. You were confused to say the least. After a few seconds, it sprung up and bolted far away from you, leaving only a piece of pork behind and you even more confused.
Other strange things that started occouring were sudden knocking sounds. They never let you sleep at night. Not only this, your hive's honey ran out much faster, making you believe that you had a thief on your hands. Thanks to a carefully crafted trap, you managed to one day catch the perpetrator.
It was a man, nothing like you've seen before. He wore dark clothing and his face was so pale it could rival the moon. As petty revenge, you dumped some honey on his head and threw chicken feathers onto him. If anything, it made him more angry.
And then came the worst...
A man even scarier than the knocker. You caught him staring at you one day. You greeted him, thinking he might say something, even reassured him that the bees around you were friendly. Strangely, the bees never acknowledged his presence, not even when he was uncomfortable close to you.
One night, he stood by your bed. You couldn't move, couldn't scream of buzz for help. His hands felt like cold air brushing against you when he patted the top of your head, feeling some of your fluff there between his thick fingers.
"I know it's you." He whispered through those blinding teeth. "Frail... soft..." He lowered his head to yours as he talked, his eyes glued to your mouth. "Maybe still as sweet... or more..."
You don't know why, but out of these three cruel jokes of the universe, this man seemed the most familiar to you. You could almost pin a name on him, but the letters just didn't want to roll out.
This isnt a request, but I wanted to ask if you would ever do heavy angst themes? Like really depressed reader / self harming angst comfort / semi comfort fics? Since your requests are closed i just wanted to ask in case since ive seen you say youre unfamiliar with the angst themes, i see no fics like this! If this is something you wonât ever do i am very sorry for asking ! / pos
Thank you for asking ahead!
I'm all in for writting angst (gotta practice somehow), however, depending on how heavy it is (for example it contains self-harm) I might not post it on this blog. I have another blog for darker (and more explicit) stuff.
Actually, I'm already (pretty slowly) working on a request that has self-harm in it, but it will be posted to my NSFW blog (mostly because I also plan on adding gore in it... a little).
Lighter comfort fics I think would qualify for this blog.
"This is all so weird, haha!" She giggled the moment her avatar loaded, her golden blonde locks reflecting the sun light. Her ocean blue eyes, that could rival the shine of the diamonds in this game were filled with wonder and curiosity. "So, it really is all blocks and cubes, huh?"
"Well," you picked up an apple from your inventory and gave it to her. "There are a few exceptions, but yeah. It's mostly that."
Y/N looked at the item for a few moments before giving it back to you. "Impressive. So uhm... what can you do in this game exactly?"
You pondered for a moment. You knew she mostly played farming games, occasionally first-person shooters when her CEO alpha werewolf dark prince boyfriend pissed her off with his irrational jealousy, especially during his rut (thinking about it made you sick).
She claimed she loved it, but you sensed that it surely exhausted her. Not to mention the punk half vampire half fae guy she's been childhood friends with, who confessed to her after she and the CEO got together offically (her workplace had a really shitty HR department) and still flirts with her. Yet the two played said shooter games together, to this day.
You have once told her about your own... "gaming buddies". How they made sure you were never alone, killing off anything that dared to be so close to you, demanding all your attention. To your horror, she found it 'lovely' and said how jealous she felt of you. You decided not to elaborate further.
"Well, we can take it easy. I wanted to upgrade my farm anyway, so you can help me if you want."
She playfully hit your character. "Take it easy? Please, don't worry about little old me! I'm a real gamer girl deep down, you know."
You forgot to mention the three or so weirdos you added to the experience, but you hoped they wouldn't bother her that much. Your cousin has always been unnaturally lucky (unlike you).
As expected, your cousin quickly got the hang of the way this game worked. While you were chopping wood for the farm and trying to shake off the feeling of being watched, Y/N suddenly froze, staring deep into the woods.
"Uhm... what kind of enderman is that?" She asked, pointing. You whipped your head in the direction. On instinct, you pulled out some cooked meat.
"Oh, that's Lenny. Sorry, I forgot to mention that I've got horror mods installed." She let out a surprise 'oh', then looked back at the creature, a bit unsure.
"Don't worry, this one won't attack you..." You crouched and sneaked to her "...yet." You added in a sinister way. You gave her the cooked meat. "Give this to them, they like it."
Your cousin took the meat into her hand and showed it to Lenny. You were surprised to see that Lenny not only did not approach you two, but they snapped their extra limbs out, and they were frowning. That's weird, their mood was close to max a moment ago. You quickly checked it again.
"What the..."
Your heart mourned the 5 golden apples you gave Lenny this morning. What else would it do at the sight of a big red negative 10 mood level?
"Wait, isn't it only supposed to go to negative 5!?" You kept looking between Lenny and the grimy ball of fluff. To make matters more weird, you heard a harsh hissing sound coming from the arachnid.
"Is he vegan?" Your cousin turned to you. Instead of answering her, you grabbed her arm and sprinted to your house, with Lenny hot on your tail. Thankfully, you two got inside safely and you locked the door. You paced around, utterly confused.
"I don't get it. I fed them this morning and..."
Your cousin looked around while you contenplated what had just happened. Her eyes carelessly flew over a dark corner, her blue orbs remaining there in shock. The dark tall figure in the corner slowly made his way towards her. You managed to eat your pills just in time.
"Wha... what was that?" She asked, shaking like a deer.
"D-don't worry! That uh... that was a weird enderman..."
Thankfully this lame excuse somewhat calmed her.
"He looked kinda hot." You heard her murmur. You knew that bastard surely heard it too. "But I'd rather not meet him. He smelled weird." That you could agree with.
After you made sure Lenny was gone, you two continued with your work. With the fields decorated, you continued with building up a barn. You worked on the ceiling, while your cousin worked on the floor.
"Pretty little thing you got as company." The hair on your back stood up at the sound of his raspy voice.
"Stay away from her!" You growled, to which he scoffed in response.
"Jealous, my dear?" He put his cold hand on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "That's the most flattering thing I've ever got from you." He chuckled, tone deep and dark. Suddenly, his hand sneaked to your neck. "Though, I hope I'm not reading it wrong." He squeezed it lightly, his lips ghosted over your ear. "That it's not for her."
You got confused. "For her- August, why would I-"
From the corner of your eye, you saw another familiar figure in the shadows of the neatby woods. His face was tainted with cried blood, smile manic as ever. You blurted out a quick curse before jumping off the roof and running into the forest with your sword drawn.
"New friend?" He asked, caressing the edge of his axe. "Mind if I greet her?"
You lifted your sword. "I'm not going to let you terrorize her, Knocker."
His smile turned into a frown. He hoisted the axe over his shoulders, and clicked his tongue. "How unfair... she gets even more of your attention than the worm... and you don't even let us meet her... guess she's 'special'."
"Of course she is." Your answer surprised him, evident from how his pupils shrank. "She's my-"
A sudden high pitched scream interrupted you. Without another thought you ran back to the barn. How careless of you, leaving her all alone...
She kept screaming even when you got back. Thankfully, it was just a baby zombie that spawned in the still dark barn.
"Good grief, I thought-"
Suddenly, a new chat message appeared. Someone new joined the game, the username was way too familiar to you.
"Y/N!" His deep, raspy voice rang through the barn. His short, dark hair waved in the cool barn air, his even darker eyes snapped to the thing endangeriing his beloved. In the matter of a second, the baby zombie was no more.
"Honey-bun!" Your cousin cried out. "You... you came to save me..."
The man let out a snobby chuckle. "I had to do what I had to do, mon cheri~"
You really wanted to know how he even got in the server, since you sure as hell never invited him. Still in shock, you watched as he knelt down in front of Y/N, holding her dainty hand in his big veiny paw.
"Mi amor, I know you're still angry at me for yelling at that coffee barista. But you know that I can't handle the thought of you getting hurt."
Your cousin has told you that yesterday she got a hot coffee instead of a room temperture one, and her boyfriend got super angry because of it. You have no idea how she got such patience for a man like this guy.
"C... you were looking out for me, I know that." She looked like she was about to cry. "You always do."
The CEO's face turned super serious. "No, I made you scared of me. I can't let the love of my life be around a monster like me."
Your cousin brushed her fingers against his chin, which was so sharp, you were glad it didn't cut her.
"I've decided. I'll go to anger management classes. I hope you will still stay by my side."
Instead of a simple yes, Y/N jumped into his big buff arms and started making out with him. On the half finished barn floor. You started to feel like you were third-wheeling.
"What a show... I almost feel bad for you." The cherry on top, August's voice cut in.
Later that night, you were expected to give answers. Even after you had explained that Y/N was your cousin, a pretty close BLOOD-RELATIVE, your little terror trio did not let you off the hook that easy.
At first he would think you're either too weak to fight back, or can't even fight. All the better, easy kill.
But then, he catches the sight of you fighting off monsters, when one day you left the mines a bit later, way past sun set. You were bound to run into a zombie herd or two.
From then on, he's confused. You fought pretty well (not as well as he would've fought them off, he's not thinking that), you barely broke a sweat. So why is it that you refused him a fight?
He visits you more frequently, interrupting your sleep or catching you off guard at the exit of your favourite cave. You still let him damage you.
One day however, you did fight back... sort of.
"Sorry!" You say into the pit you threw him into. "I really need these diamonds." He's seething.
Oh he sees how it is. You think he's too weak. You must think he's not worth your strenght, your energy. You must think he's some low level threat.
Even on those lucky occasions when you two get into a little brawl, you never hit him hard enough to bleed. HE CAN TAKE IT DAMN IT!
Eventually, accidents are bound to happen.
"Oh my gosh!" You whip your mace away from his face immediately. "I didn't mean to! Sorry!"
His dark blood rolled out of his nose in a fat drop. He's geniuenly shocked. He made the mistake of approaching you so carelessly, yet you don't even take advantage?
"I'll fetch you a healing potion, wait here." He stood in front of you as you searched around in your pockets.
"Don't bother." He swiped off the blood with his sleeve and made his way back into the woods. "This is nothing." It did hurt a little.
Once you two get to know each other a bit better, he asks why you treat him like this. Even when you one day caught him stealing your food, you offered him water. You tell him, that you just don't like to fight. It annoys him greatly. Maybe even feels humiliated.
The wind slid through the blades of grass and the branches of the cherry tree you lied under. You were resting on a soft wool carpet, eyes closed, listening to the rustles of the leaves.
"This week drained you so, huh?"
You rolled your head towards her voice, opened an eye to get a look at your companion.
"You should lie down too." You offered the spot next to you with gentle taps. Alex hummed, contenplating, then shortly after you heard as she ruffled the fabric, imitating you.
"Huh... this does feel nice." She sighed, relieved. "Damn, I'm gonna fall asleep too."
It drew a smile to your face. "We can. There are no monsters nearby..."
Alex took a deep breath. "Right... but I want to eat from that cake so badly."
You looked at her, amused. "Then go ahead. Just leave some for me."
Alex shook her head, then turned to you, resting her head on her arms. "Too late... I'm gonna snooze... it's not going anywhere anyway."
You huffed out a giggle and closed your eyes again.
Suddenly, buzzing filled the warm air. At first you simply enjoyed it, bees were common around here anyway. But later, the buzzing got stronger, confusingly so.
You woke up, just in time to catch sight of your cake being carried away by a group of fuzzy bees.
During the day, you stalk near villages, watch as the people go about their day. Most of the time, they don't pay any attention to the creature living in the water, waiting, learning. Those who catch a glimpse of you think they're hallucinating, or are dismissed by their peers. Surely they just saw a salmon hop out of the water.
Anyone unfortunate enough to get near the water, worse, fall into the deepest, coldest layers are never to be seen again. All that remains of them are their clothes floating on the surface. If others get there fast enough, they may see a large patch of red dissolving amidst the blue.
You are proud. You know you are feared, and that you have nothing to fear. You become a cationary tale for the children. Anyone who hears your roar vibrating through the water knows it's late for them (didn't know these guy do that lol).
But sadly, all good things come to an end.
It started small. You took notice of this new being stalking the villages.
Tall, hairy. When angered, extra limbs shot out from its back. They became interested.
You found it drinking by the river once. You two locked your eyes. You studied each other. When one tilted their head, so did the other. When you bared your fangs, spiked like tridents, they flashed theirs to you. But, something felt weird. It looked more like the expression a few villagers made from the to time. Either way, you got bored, and so returned to the darkness.
From then on, you see this guy near the water more and more. Occassionally, it approaches when you're eating some dried meat you "borrowed" from someone living closer to the water. Sometimes you humour it and leave it the leftovers.
Then came that... other guy. Fool fell into the water while sparring with an iron golem. He was bored probably. You weren't hungry that day, and from the looks of him, he didn't look that appetizing neither. But, you too wanted some fun for the day, so you tried to give him a scare. You almost got your tail cut off by this axe.
Along with the spider guy, he began stalking the shores too, with his axe hanging in his hand. He'd throw rocks in the water, to bait you close. You weren't that dumb. Whenever he spots you swimming near, he jumps after you. Your only escape was diving deeper, until you could vanish within the shadows, and he could fear drowning.
Then came the day when not even the shadows were safe.
One night, his silhouette caught your eye. You've never seen anyone dressed like that before. Maybe he was from another village, where people came in such heights? He spotted you, and instead of shaking in fear, he flashed you a grin almost as wide as his face. It gave 'you' the creeps.
To your absolute confusion, you'd see him appear in the corner of your eyes when you're stalking near a village. Days later, he started to appear even when you dove deep in the water. At least he was dedicated...
But after another successful escape attempt from that axe-freak, you almost got a heart attack when this guy suddenly put you in a chokehold and put his knife under your neck. You didn't even see him jump into the water!
The air is cool in the cave you reside in, the ground is hard and cold under you. Sadly, this is the only place where you can comfortably lay out your long body. You've been to villagers' houses before, seeking shelther under their roofs. You still fail to understand how they can enjoy being locked in such small spaces, even if they are a quarter of your lenght. You plan on doing some renovations, but first, you'd have to gather the resources.
You straighten your limbs as you wake up from your slumber. The Sun has just risen. You, sluggish from whatever sleepiness clings to you, slowly crawl out.
The sky's clear. Your tummy rumbles. Your ears catch the hissing of a spider nearby. Opposite to it, a sheep's baa can be heard. Seems like you won't go hungry. Not wanting to bother with the sheep's wool, you crawl towards the arachnid.
It's not a long walk. And what do you see? Luck you, there's two of those eight-eyed, eight-legged crawlers. Big and juicy. Their eyes look full, good, that's the best part. Not only soft (and weirdly) creamy, but it fuels your venom glands, making you one of the most dangerous predators around.
You're not blood thirsty, no. But it's an advantage you'd be stupid to say no to.
You quietly crawl up to one of the nearby trees, ready to pounce on your prey. Suddenly, you hear the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching. They're coming from behind you. Just as you're about to take a quick look, your torso is pushed into something... furry? Along with this, the thing that grabbed you tried its hardest to pull you off the tree. Unfortunately for it, your lower half was fully coiled around the tree trunk, providing a steady footing.
You're quick to retaliate. You pull yourself and your attacker down onto the ground and wrap yourself around it. This is when you finally get a look at and recognize teh perpetrator.
"Lenny!" You hiss. Upon their name being called, they calm down a bit. "You idiot! How many times have I told you not to attack me from behind? I'll bite you one day, and then-"
You hear a twig snap nearby. Your attention is redirected. You see nothing.
With caution, you let Lenny go. They're shaking, they never really got used to you fighting back. You let out a sigh, feeling guilty.
"Wanna hunt with me?"
The question seemingly eases them. You two sneak back to the sheep (the spiders scurried away the moment Lenny appeared).
You take the meat back to your hide out and start cooking it. While doing so, Lenny carefully examines your place.
"I'd offer you a seat, but it's a bit uncomfortable at the..." You're shocked to see them lay spider webs around. They're unnervingly quick, the whole floor is covered in white spider silk by the time the meat cooks.
To your joy, it's soft.
"Thanks, buddy."
Lenny happily chirps as they endulge in the juicy meat.
During the day, you collect wood and stone for the renovating. In the forest, you're sure you could feel eyes following you.
Once night falls, you crawl onto the soft spider silk bed and curl around yourself. You can't believe how much warmer and more comfortable it is to sleep on. Not only that, it has another really useful function, you later learned.
The frail strands signal the presence of an intruder pretty well. You're beyond pissed. You decide to teach them a good lesson. You crawl onto the ceiling of the cave and slowly go where the vibrations came from.
It's dark, but you can make out a small sillhouette. You wait until they sneak under you, completely unaware of you. And then, you pounce. You waste no time, just like with Lenny, you trap them in a coil, only this time, you also bite them. You're sure they won't have serious problems from this, you failed to 'recharge' your venom after all.
"Ey! Let go! It hurts..."
Your stomach drops at the familiar voice. You release them from your grip in an instant.
"Knocker! Oh my god!"
He's getting even paler, breathing getting ragged. Was he allergic to your venom? You pull him deeper into the cave and quickly give him some milk you had on you. You make him drink it all up. His condition improves quickly.
"You and Lenny I swear." You groan. "What are you doing here anyways?!"
The Knocker, finally regained his strength, sits up and beams at you.
"I just came to check out your new home." He looks around, squinting his eyes. "Could use some light, I tripped a few times trying to get inside. Also, what's with all this spider web?"
You contemplate letting him die from your venom next time. For now, you just throw him out. You curl around yourself again, ready to end the day finally.
As your luck would have it, you wake up in the middle of the night, to August trying to uncurl your lower half. He keeps forgetting how his paralysis makes your body so rigid.
After some time, he does give up. But to still live out some sick pleasure of his, he grazes the back side of your lower half with his knife, after brushing his hard hands against it. It tickles you a bit. He catches the way you smirk at him, to which he grunts.
"Enjoy it while you still can, you overgrown strudel." He grumbles, then stomps away, quickly disappearing into the darkness of your room.
You downloaded a new mod, that added many unique structures, treasures and exciting enemies to your game. It complemented well with the numerous horror mods you had installed, giving you some extra thrill whenever you raided a new treasure trove.
To your surprise (and joy), Playmate enjoyed the new additions the most. He always took it upon himself to challange you whenever you were just about to leave a half explored basement or temple.
A few others were not as thrilled. But you could care less.
As you were returning home from a longer expedition, you were forced to listen to the scolding of your lifetime.
"How could you fall for that? I mean, since when do villagers flirt with you?" August grunted into his cigaretta. "Some great adventurer you are..."
As always, you barely paid him any attention. Instead, you marveled at your spoils. More specifically, a mysterious potion. You've never seen anything like this before. It had a faint blue glow, and the particles inside looked like a face screaming in pain. It's name was 'The Soul of a Great Warrior'. You couldn't wait to try it!
At home, Lenny sniffed the bottle with more interest than they did with meats.
"Pretty." The Knocker cooed. "I bet drinking it would be a good idea. Definitely."
With a sure pull, you took the cork out of the bottle.
"Well, here goes nothing!"
Before anybody could say anything, you downed all its contents in one go. It didn't have a taste, didn't even feel like swallowing a liquid. More like breathing in tainted air (you knew from experience...).
"Well?" August asked, rocking on his heels. You opened your mouth to answer, but in that moment, everything went black. The last thing you remembered was losing strenght in your body and the feeling of falling.
Your three loyal nightmares watched in silence as your body hit the ground.
"Great... they got poisoned. I told them not to drink it." The Knocker gave a non-chalant shrug. "Oh well! Happens to the best of us."
But something was... wrong. Your body still laid there. Unresponsive, but physical. Meaning you didn't die.
"Any of you got milk?" August asked, reaching for a cigarette, when suddenly, a groan errupted from you. However, your voice was much different.
"Oh, finally awake?" The Knocker asked, even giving your body a few weak kicks. His eyes shot wide open, when you(?) suddenly grabbed his ankle and with a force he never experienced from you before you pulled him down onto the ground and climbed onto him.
"Oooh, Schatz! You naughty-" August quickly shut up when your fist hit the Knocker's nose, painting your knuckles black. The man below you tried his best to grab your wrists, to stop you, but you(?) were way too fast. Before you(?) could beat all his teeth out, Lenny pulled you(?) off of him, and muttered something that sounded like "Please, stop!".
You(?) roughly shoved him away from you. Lenny hit the ground in a pained whine, confused by your sudden anger. Your eyes returned to the bloodied Knocker.
"What the hell's the matter with you?!" He screamed, pulling out his axe. "Did you forget that-"
"Pathetic." Came from your mouth. The three froze. This wasn't your voice. That look in your eyes didn't resemble you at all. "You get a few slaps and start swinging a piece of metal on a stick?" The entity occupying your body spit onto the ground. "You're really showing how weak you are, boy."
It didn't notice (maybe didn't even care to pay attention) when August suddenly grabbed it from behind, pressing the knife to your neck.
"I advise you-" He didn't get to finish, before your arm, surrounded by a blue arua, grabbed him and tossed him onto the ground. His hat flew a few steps away from him.
"This is just sad. Attacking from the back? Cowards' tactic."
The Knocker shook as he watched August try to get up. Not even he could do that to the shadow. Just what did you let inside your body?! He didn't get anymore time to think, as you(?) slowly walked towards him.
"Even this little rat has more honour. Shameful. Are you the warriors of now? I have to puke."
August and the Knocker tried their best to at least pin you down, but their opponment got the better of them, and so, they were doomed to lose.
But just as it was about to deal one finally hit to the Knocker, something unexpected happened.
"Sss...stop!"
Lenny's first coherent word, and it was full of anguish, fear. Your body froze. In a moment, the Knocker saw eyes familiar to him again. August, more dead than this morning, took on the chance and grabbed you. Before he could slice your throat open, the Knocker poured a bucket of milk down your throat (don't worry, he stole it from you).
You coughed most of it back up, but it seemed to work. You blinked, confused by the Knocker's beaten up appearence. A moment later, August fell onto the ground, exhausted. The Knocker followed.
You looked over the bloody display, with Lenny holding you in the arms, so thight you thought your ribs would break.
Itâs been weeks since the Player has left. They promised that theyâd return, they always did. The Knocker hated it. Why was it that they would stay for days on end, but then disappear for weeks after?Â
He laid in their bed, wondering. Did they hate being here? Why wouldnât they say so? In fact, when would they say anything? Â
The Knocker let out a big sigh, heavy with longing. With exhaustion. They didnât even shudder at the sudden rough hands on his shoulder.Â
âWhatâs wrong, lover boy?â His thick German accent cut through the silence. The Knocker grunted.Â
âDonât act like you donât miss them too.â He muttered into the pillow. It lacked their scent. But even when they were here, it always smelled more of the fabric. Â
August sat down, the wood under him creaked. âTheyâll be back. Donât act like they died!â He petted the Knocker on his head. It made the other relax.Â
âItâs just... they never tell us anything. They seek answers from us, asking the dumbest things, yet...âÂ
August hummed. âWeâre still here for each other.âÂ
The Knocker turned to face him. âForever.âÂ
Though it was hard to see, a small smile curved on Augustâs face. Without a word, he laid onto the other, burying his face into his chest.Â
âUgh, did you smoke just now?â The Knocker gagged, as his fingers dug into Augustâs messy hair.Â
âNein, itâs raining.âÂ
The two stayed like this for a few minutes, until August had a brilliant idea. He climbed on top of the Knocker and brushed his half rotten off nose against the otherâs.Â
âWant to try something new, Schatz?â Â
The Knocker knew just from the tone that whatever this old lunatic had in mind mustâve been nothing but perverted. Either way, he was bored, they were together alone and August probably wouldnât let him leave so easily.Â
He let out a muffled gasp as he felt Augustâs hard hand sneak under his hoodie. It was so cold...Â
âWhat exactly do you have in mind?â He asked, tugging on the otherâs hair lightly. Augustâs grin widened a bit.Â
âHow shameless~, I just wanted to cuddle.â He leaned close to the Knockerâs neck. âWith our hearts closer to each other.âÂ
Rather unexpected on the Knockerâs part, but he couldnât say he wasnât into it. They quickly got rid of their clothes, tossing them next to the bed, onto the floor. The Playerâs dog, curious at their rags waddled to the pile and took an interested sniff at them, only to gag at the mixed smells, quickly running back to its bed.Â
Once properly dressed for the occasion, the Knocker leaned back onto the bed and opened his arms wide. Not hesitating, the shadow man dropped himself onto the other. At first, it felt amazing. Knowing there was someone so close to them, wanting to spend their precious time with them... However, something became apparent to them both quickly.Â
âWhy the hell are you so cold?â They asked in unison. They struggled to find a position in which theyâd lose the least amount of heat from the other, but at the end, they both felt like embracing an ice block.Â
âI can feel rigor mortis setting in again...â August whined. The Knocker huffed.Â
âI thought Playmate gave back life to you. Did he forget blood-circulation should with that?âÂ
Even as they complained, they hanged onto each other as if they could disappear at any second.Â
Suddenly, the Knocker saw something. In the game chat, a message popped up.Â
âTheyâre back!â He sang happily. August snuggled deeper into his companion.Â
âGood. Then theyâll come here soon.â He grumbled into the otherâs chest. The Knocker tried to push him off (with little to no effort).Â
âDonât you want to greet them?â He asked in a sinister tone. August shook his head.Â
âIâm not some puppy. Theyâre ought to learn not to make us wait.âÂ
As soon as he said this, the door to the room was opened.Â
âIâm sorry guys, this weekâs been crazy.â The Player almost fell over as their dog dashed into their leg. âYouâre getting along I see-âÂ
In a blinkâs time, two agitated arms grabbed onto them, dragging them into the bed.Â
âWillkomme, Hase! Just in time for a little cuddle session.â August mumbled into their head.Â
The Knocker held onto them like a koala bear. As always, they emitted no scent, no aroma that could cling to cloth. But their warmth... it was so addicting. Sadly, the Knocker was quickly deprived of it, as August turned over, putting himself between his smaller sweethearts.Â
âYou greedy asshole! Give them back!â The Knocker protested. August turned onto his back and held the two in his arms.Â
Feeding and housing them was one thing, teaching them was another. With this many of them, with so many different personalities, you started to wonder if defeating the dragon would be any easier.
Another issue... or rather 'issues' were your loyal stalkers.
Lenny, for the most part, managed to behave, but boy did he frighten the ghastlings when he got jealous. Good thing he couldn't fly, unlike them.
August... okay, to be fair, he just watched over you, which on its own wouldn't be that big of an issue. What was an issue, was the distance at which he looked over your struggles. Which right up your a-
"Your hands are so cold..." You almost had a heart attack at the sight of his paws engulfing yours, as you tried to make another shovel.
He was one to talk. This man was so freezing, it felt like he even sucked the life out of you went he stood close to you like this, giving off his smell, a mix of rotting flesh and freshly lit tobacco in exchange.
"Of course they are." You blurted out. "I had snow in them all day."
The ghastlings, as they got bigger, had quite the appitite. You wanted them big and strong, so you had to work twice as hard to feed them.
August let out a chuckle at your explanation. "Is that so?" Suddenly, both of your hands were covered by his. They were rough, dry and quiet possibly dirty. "Let me warm them up for you~"
What a shame you couldn't pull out your pills in this state.
The Knocker was the worst. Much like August, he just couldn't keep his distance. Thankfully, he seemed to be mostly interested in the ghastlings, always bothering you with his questions about them. It was kind of cute.
However, he found his ways to bother you.
"Hey, catch!" He shouted, right before a snow ball hit you in the back of your neck. A few ghastlings came over to nibble off whatever got stuck on your clothes. You saw him getting ready to throw another one, but another, bigger group of them circled around him. Poor guy tried his best to run away from them, searching for an opening to shoot at you.
Soon enough, he discovered the advantage of feeding the ghastling himself.
One day, when you visited the ghastling kindergarten, you were shocked (and frankly terrified) to see that the ghastlings were gone.
All of them.
You felt like you were about to cry, but then-
"ATTACK!"
Soon after, you got buried under 20 or so almost adult ghastlings. At least the Knocker got a good laugh out of it.
Days passed, then weeks... finally, your army was ready.
You didn't take all your 'soldiers' on the first few missions. 2 or 3 were more than enough to take over pillager outposts, but mansions did need more ghast power.
To them, it was all a big game. For you, it was progress. In less than a month, half of the continent was fearing your name.
You were proud. Of you and of your soldiers.
"I must say. We've really out done ourselves." The Knocker boasted. Right this moment, you were retreating after another successfully pillage of a woodland mansion. He was laying on the ghast you were riding.
"You didn't do anything." You spat. He gave you a chuckle.
"I'm sorry, who taught them how to attack? Exactly." He patted the ghast under you. "It was me, wasn't it, Betsy?"
You rolled your eyes at him. "This one's Casper, you know."
You could see from the corner of your eyes the way he snapped his head back and forth between you and the ghast.
"Why don't you put a name tag on them?" He groaned. You scoffed.
"I have my ways to differentiate them."
You just knew he rolled his eyes at that.
"By the way, I recently taught him a trick of my own." You continued.
"Really, and what's that?"
A grin carved itself onto your face. You held onto the reins tighter. "Die."
"Di-" Before he could finish, Casper rolled forward in the air, sending the poor Knocker flying, right into the pond by the ghastling kindergarten.
Even up so high, you managed to catch August expressing his schadenfreude, while the Knocker crawled out of the water, absolutely drenched.
The Knocker's constant nagging and Lenny's sufficating clinginess - boy did he miss you - when you returned to the overworld was already causing a vein to pop in your head. You've had enough of August jumping you every minute while you were down there.
"You could've brought some souveneirs at least." The Knocker whined, while you put away your loot you got from trading with the piglins, rolling your eyes. As if he doesn't steal from you already...
Lenny sniffed you up and down. Thankfully, they were only interested in the perculiar pork chops you brought back.
You didn't go to sleep that night, as you had to make preparations. You cooked meat and made bread, leaving it all in a big chest. Surely, it would keep Lenny and the Knocker satisfied for a while.
For August... you could only trust your pills, and hope he wouldn't kill you. You figured he was already getting suspicious when he saw you craft so many buckets. Perhaps that's why he appeared even more frequently while you were mining for iron and gold.
The nearest snowy biome was hundreds of blocks away, and since your only short cut was through your Nether portals, you had to be fast.
The Moon was high up in the sky when you walked through your secret Nether portal. Luck seemed to be on your side tonight, you managed to reach your destination without a hitch... but once you crossed over those black gates-
"Up so late?"
His pale face made you heart skip a beat. A second later, the cold edge of a knife grazed your neck.
"Am I interrupting your randevouz? ~" August's chuckle made you shiver in anger.
You couldn't understand. How did the Knocker get here?
"Nice base you made here. How come you never showed me?" He looked at the little camp you built next to the portal. "I don't get the holes though."
"They're for these cuties, I believe." August's free hand sneaked into your pocket and pulled out the dried ghastlings. The Knocker blinked at it, still confused. The two men looked at you, expecting answers. Begrudgingly, you explained your plan. The laughed in unison. This gave you the opportinuty to wiggle out of August's grasp.
Soon enough, Lenny turned up too. They sniffed at the dried creature. Then, their face wrinkled in disgust.
You managed to reclaim them. Because the Knocker kept nagging you, you even showed them how to reanimate them. Soon enough, the small horde circled around you, singing happily.
"You wanted to conquer the world... with these?" The Knocker asked, pocking at the cheek of one of them, while Lenny quietly growled.
