Mini Stories

Bothersome

Warning: strangling, blood

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If you ever meet a tv head that goes by the name of Vega, run. He is not a good person. He'll promise to help you, he'll give you riches if you trade for them, but don't be fooled. He is a violent entity. He has slaughtered our animals, blown up our home, and burnt our things. He is not a person you can trust. Please, if you find this run.

Stay as far away from Vega as you can. He cannot be trusted. He is currently slaughtering our men. I can hear their screams through the walls as I write this warning. I know he'll find me in time and, if my wounds haven't killed me, I know he will. Please—

Vega glared at the book, the sound of static coming from him for a moment. He huffed and shut the book before putting it away. His head turned towards the author, tilting slightly. "You're not the only one who's written about me like this, you know?" His grip on the other's neck tightened. He wasn't bothered by their weak attempt at getting him to let go. "You certainly won't be the last." The author of the book began to grow weaker as the grip on their neck tightened.

After another moment the author grew limp, body finally falling into unconsciousness. Vega took out some rope from his inventory before heading over to the remains of a fence post. He tied the author down, making sure they couldn't escape. He then covered the area around them in tnt, trailing tnt back to where he'd set some down earlier. Once satisfied with his placements of the explosives, he turned and began to walk away.

Vega looked back to the remains of the campsite, glaring softly. He took out his bow and notched an arrow. He then pulled the arrow back, the tip lighting on fire once it was pulled back all the way. He aimed the bow at the tnt surrounding the book's author and fired. He hit his mark, the tnt lighting but he didn't wait to watch it all blow up. He turned and began to run away, not wanting to get caught in the blast.

It took some time before he returned home. On the way back, Vega had gone down and done some mining for resources. While he already had fully enchanted gear and armour it never hurt to have extra. As such, his clothes were currently a bit dirty and torn up.

He set up his blast furnaces and smokers before depositing the resources he'd already smelted and cooked. While the food and ores were being processed, he went and took a swim in the nearby waterfall he'd found.

When he finally returned, dressed and clean, he began to organize everything that had finished cooking. Doing so he came across the book he'd taken off one of the traitors. Vega's mouth pulled to a slant as he sighed, taking out a redstone torch. He turned and walked towards the stairs that led up to the second floor of his home. Instead of going up, he placed the torch on a block by the bottom of the stairs.

The sound of pistons working came moments before a passage in the floor opened up. Vega briefly glanced around for name tags before starting down the stairs. The way down was lit by lava in the walls that was hidden behind iron bars, casting ominous shadows across him and the cobblestone stairs. While many would be fearful of going down into the depths, he was not. Vega had built the passage with the intent of striking fear into any who find it.

He eventually got to the bottom, continuing down the hallway there. When he finally arrived in the room, he looked around. 18 double chests lined the walls of the room, separated by stone bricks in between them. Nine double chests on one side and nine the other side. The lighting came from the ceiling where lava rested behind glass, the floor made of cobblestone with the occasional mossy cobblestone.

Vega walked over to the right wall, crouching and opening the lowest chest. He glared softly at the near half chest, a mouth on his screen pulling to a slant. He'd have to make more chests. For now he set the red stained book in the chest. He shut the chest before standing, arching his back.

"How bothersome."