Someone Special (Minecraft Hostile mobs x reader)

New Year Special

Sorry about the delay you guys, I've been really busy with college applications! But here are two chairs to make up for it.

New Year - Do I need to define this?

For the sake of the story, everyone has already met and is spending the holiday in Sanstin's house.

Quick note: This special does not impact the overall plot line. It's just a little thing added in for fun and for those "what if" situations!

"Never have I ever..." Sanstin dully droned. "Been a skeleton." He downed his cup.

"Umm, Sanstin, I'm not too sure if you're aware, but the point of this game is to not be the first one to finish your cup. And in case things still aren't clicking up there, that means that you should be saying things that others of us did, but that you didn't do," Cody snickered, leaning forward in his chair. Harry cackled next to him and the two of them fist-bumped, raising their hands up into the air and yelling loudly before bringing them back down. After properly meeting, the two of them had hit it off pretty well and eagerly joked around with each other and the other members of the household.

"Don't care," Sanstin grunted, itching at his neck. He muttered, "The sooner I get disqualified, the sooner I get to leave and take off this Herobrine-darned clothing. Who in the Nether made this madness?" You held back a laugh at that statement and looked around the small living room.

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Just for a bit of context, let's bring us back to about a couple of hours before this mess began: "I WANT TO HAVE A TEA PARTY!" "A t-tea party?" Amethyst questioned softly, gently folding back a page in her book to save the page and closing it before putting it aside. "I d-don't know if we have the s-supplies, s-sweetheart."

"Yeah, we don't," Cody replies, rummaging through Sanstin's double chest and throwing out random things, much to Sanstin's irritation. "Would you mind getting your creeper hands off my stuff?" He irritably stalked over to a thrown apple and pushed it back into the chest and Cody ignored him and continued investigating. He was about to pick up and put back a cookie when he heard a small whine and small arms wrap around his taller legs and climb up onto his waist. "But... but I wanna have a tea party. We didn't have a tea party ever. I really want one. It's the New Year!" Little Clara looked up pleadingly at Sanstin, her amber-brown eyes blinking. "Can we please have one, Sans? Pretty please with cake on top?"

Sanstin could endure many things in life. He endured a fall from a high cliff, he endured a duel with other skeletons, he endured being chased for miles by an iron golem, and he even endured being betrayed by a close friend. But those adorable little puppy eyes and the slight tightening of her little fists around his waist as her eyes brimmed with hopeful tears?

No can do, brother.

The next couple of hours were screaming mayhem. Everyone was informed about the tea party and baby Clara was watching -ahem- supervising as the others ran around to make everything work.

"SET THE TABLE, EILLIAM!" Cody was hurriedly bringing back the water he'd collected in a bucket from the lake and needed a place to put it on.

"I would if there was a table anywhere in this house!"

"JOY, CRAFT A TABLE!" Good Nether Cody, calm your creeper peeper self down.

"I'M HELPING SEBASTIAN MAKE THE COSTUMES!"

"CURSE THE COSTUMES AND CURSE SEBASTIAN, WE NEED YOU!" That was definitely Sanstin.