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the wither

top: wither (humana humana)
bottom: y/n

you looked up with big doe eyes, a feeling of satisfaction finally encasing your tired features like a wave. you had almost done it. you had almost beaten the wither. just a diamond sword slash away from your destiny. just a step forward to collect your loot. and just a satisfied victory walk back to revel in the joy of winning.

all three of his, admittedly and undeniably segsey faces looked at you with different types of determination.

the first, the left. his eyes glowed a lustful red, his previous tight lipped mouth now moving up to form a sinister yet strangely unreadable smirk. his dark camouflaged eyebrows raised, as if questioning your next move in a mocking way. as if asking, 'would you really do this? to little old me?'

the second head that you took in, the right. just like his counterpart, his eyes shone with deep ruby. but this, this was not in lust or mocking expectancy, this blood colour was purely fuelled by anger.

and then, there was the middle. the most hard to read of them all. simply because, the expression was indifferent. as if a two hour long fight was simply a walk in the park.

you scoffed, this must be why people call the wither so hard to beat.

you hadn't realised just how long you had been lost in the three's contradicting expressions, as they were now towering over you, somehow after all of that, back in control.

"you thought you could beat us that easily?" the right sneered, a slight electronic voice behind his own as if he were breaking through dimensions with hid power.
"that was fun... ah! i cant even lie! it was so boring!" you snapped your head to the left, following the slightly higher, more cheeky tone.
"i must admit, i'm impressed by how long you... lasted. you just don't give up, do you?" the middles voice was by far the most authoritative, his tone dipped in honey as his words came out in a smooth and deep rhythm (ta).

you didn't know what was happening. your grip on the sword had quickly become to sweaty to maintain, the expensive weapon falling to the floor with a dramatic thud. the trio had said three sentences to you, and you were already falling for them just like you do with every antagonist in every anime ever i see u maddy ur not smooth.

the middle chuckled, the baritone reverberating through seeming to be the entire nether.
"not very talkative now, huh? weren't you just yelling all different kinds of swear words at us just a couple minutes ago? where did my confident baby go?" you blushed. no. a three headed monster was NOT making you blush. he... is a fine three headed monster though.

"i-i i'm still here! i'm not going anywhere! bring it on, hoe bag!" you yelled, jumping up in a ready stance, though in reality not ready at all.

the left of the heads laughed loudly,
"hoebags? you're feisty, sweetheart! but don't worry! you don't have to pretend to be all high and mighty around us, we're not here to hurt you! well, not in the way you think." he muttered the last part, it just slipping past your ears as you cursed that you had missed it.

you hadn't properly realised the proximity between you and the three... boys? heads? what even is a wither anyway? i'm spiralling into an existential crisis? let's move on?

yeah i cant write smut i'm tired yall had sex u rode his wither tail nightie night babes xxx