synopsis; Verity is tired of just existing in the game while Mob can do whatever he wants in real life without him. With a newfound ability, he'll show Mob how much he actually needs him. dubcon.
"Dude, I can't log back onto the server. My monitor won't let me."
"Bro. Your lying. I can't deal with this thing alone."
"Just hop off the world. You already squeezed two videos from it, at the end of the day, no matter how many spooky stories there are about it, it's just a mod. We've dealt with these things before, mob. We've gone through far worse. Pixels can't hurt us. They can scare us, but they can't really hurt us."
Twixxel was right. Verity was just a mod. A well made, ai powered, horror mod. No matter how real things seemed– no matter how much personal information the damn thing had on mob, he was just a mod. And mods don't exist unless you want them to exist.
Instead of responding, Mob liked the message before booting up minecraft. The videos were getting fairly popular, but he couldn’t take another minute alone with Verity. He went to worlds and hovered over a specific one, Verity's world. He was done with this. He was done with Verity. He had better things to do. So, he made a logical choice for once in his life, and he deleted the world. It wasn't anything dramatic, just a quick click of a mouse before Verity no longer existed in Mob's life.
"Yeah, that's right. I win, bro." Mob mumurs, mocking the stupid code that petrified him for hours. Now, it was time to play on a different world. A new world.
This was fucking ridiculous. So, so ridiculous. And so terrorifying.
"Don't do that again, mob." Verity happily chirps, the stupid smiling sphere rollinv right in front of Mob's avatar once he loaded in the game. Mob left, immediately, and checked if any resource packs or add-ons were activated in the world. He knew there weren't. He made sure there weren't. Yet, now, for some odd reason, Verity's right here.
"How are you doing this? Why are you doing this? I've done nothing to you, leave me alone Verity." Mob reconnects to the world, picking up the blob from off the floor. "Don't do that again, Mob." Verity repeats, and with that simple sentence, all the confidence Mob had built up to retaliate against this thing melted away.
This was so much bigger than him. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry." Mob apologizes, what else could he do? He'd rather have this Verity than.. than the other one. "You are forgiven! Sun's shining, let's go and explore this new world, mob! As someone wise would say, let's go conquer the day." Verity replies.
"Yeah. Yeah.. lets go do that."
"You were wrong, bro. So wrong. Check if you can log into this world, its new."
"It's not letting me. Share screen on discord?"
Mob didn't respond, he just moved his cursor to the call button and clicked immediately. Twixxel connects after a couple of moments.
"This shit is scary, bro. I made a new world, no mods, nothing, and guess whose there?"
"I fucking wish, bro. I really wish. Just look, stay on mute. Just message me the stuff you wanna say, I'll split screen it."
Twixxel responds with a thumbs up in the chat. Loading back onto Minecraft, sharing his screen, Mob feels his heart pounding against his chest. He just wanted content, for God's sake. Not.. not whatever this was.
"Welcome back, Mob!" Verity's grin never falters. He– it's placed on a crafting table, Mob's bed placed directly beside it as of Verity's wishes.
"oh shit. you weren't lying."
Mob sighs in relief, so he wasn't going crazy. This whole thing wasn't just a hallucination from how scared he was of this thing. "Uhm, hey, Verity..." Mob responds.
"Hello there, too, Twixxel." Verity curtly adds, his voice going slightly sour. Mob gulps, his eyes widening. How the– how the actual fuck did this thing know he was on call? "Remember, I know everything!"
"FUCK THAT DUDE LOG OFF NOW"
"Don't log off, Mob. Hang up on him, you don't need him. I'm here." Verity speaks, his smile shifting. "It's fine. I'll do it for you." His smile returns, and with that Mob hears the discord disconnect sound. Than, his monitor closes discord on its own, making Minecraft full screen.
"We've been over this, Mob. I'm all you need."
"Y-yeah. Sorry, I just got a little–"
"Scared? I know. I know everything."
"Right.. so uhm, anyways. I'm gonna.. i'm gonna go mining. Alone." Mob attempts to change the subject, but Verity has different plans.
"Say it." Verity frowns, those stupid dot eyes staring into Mob's soul. "Say.. say what?" He question confusingly, placing the sphere back down on the crafting table. "That i'm all you need. All you want." Verity rolls off the table, closer to Mob's avatar.
This was gay. Like really gay. Even someone as heterosexual as Mob would realize that. "Uhm.. I need you?" He answers, backing his avatar up.
"All I want is you. All I need is you." Mob repeats, attempting to please Verity. "You don't really believe that." Verity pouts, inching closer. "It's fine, I can make you believe."
With that, a yellow hand reaches through Mob's monitor screen. Mob screams, grabbing the side of his monitor and shoving it off his desk, panicking. What was he supposed to do? He scrambles away from his set up, eyes frantically darting around the room for anything to defend himself with. Meanwhile, with every wasted seconds, Verity continues emerging from his monitor screen.
Once fully out, Verity stretches his awfully well built limbs until a satisfying pop is heard. He hasn't used this form in forever, after all it took so much out of him. But it was a sacrifice for Mob, so that made everything okay. Looking around the vacant, messy room, Verity frowns. He was considerably tall, he knew that from how his head was a head away from touching the ceiling.
"Mob? Where are you, mob?" Verity chirps out, glancing around the room before his eyes stop on the wardrobe. Awh, how cute. He was hiding. Verity pretends to look around the room, making sure the little crack where Mob was looking out of caught him leaving the room.
Mob let out a small, relieved breath. Than, the doors are forced open, and a smiling Verity is looking down at Mob. "Found you." He laughs, grabbing Mob and tossing him on his bed. Verity settles down on a corner, his large hand gripping on Mob's ankle tight before pulling him down so he'd be even closer to Verity.
"You don't look too different from your avatar, you know!" Verity chuckles, hand on Mob's back. Mob was petrified, he didnt know what to do. Or what he could do in this situation. He just, sat, nodding along and hoping Verity wouldn't get upset. That was until Verity had him siting on his leg, his large yellow hand resting on his thigh while the other rests on his hip.
Oh god, this was so gay. If twixxel saw this, he'd be clowned on for months. Years even. "See? Even your body needs me." Verity whispers, hand ghosting over Mob's stiffy. "Thats not– i'm not gay." Mob audibly gulps as Verity's chin is placed on his shoulder. "Of course your not." Verity chuckles, undoing Mob's zipper.
"I'm all you need, Mob. I can give you everything. Anything." He whispers, hand palming Mob's bulge through his boxers. "Just say your mine." Verity kisses his neck, sending a shiver down Mob's spine. He'd never fold, he wasn't gay. There's no way–
"m' all yours, verity.." Mob finally whines out, cock aching to be touched. Verity slips his hand underneath mob's boxers, pulling out his needy dick. "pl-please... your all i nuh-need.." his voice cracks as Verity starts pumping his cock, his big hand on his hip holding him steady.
"who do you belong to?" Verity questions. "i belong to you... only you..." Mob manages out, clenching his teeth. Verity's hands felt so... soo good pumping his dick. "Who makes you feel this good?" Verity asks even more questions, throughly enjoying the answers. "You, only you, Verity." Mob heaves, eyes rolling back into his head as he feels himself come undone.
"Good, remember that." Verity whispers, peppering kisses across Mob's neck before flicking his forehead. "Oh, and don't try and get rid of me again. My patience only goes so far, mob. Understood?"
