Misfits (Minecraft Mobs X Reader)

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘞𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘦 ∣ ?

𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝

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"Daddy, what happens when we die?" The ginger-haired child looked up to his father with more than just mild curiosity.

The very daunting words that really shouldn't be coming from a child made the father in question stop and squat down to his son's height. He gently put his hands on his son's shoulders with a paternal touch.

"We don't need to think about that right now. We have to gather gunpowder, okay? Those fireworks aren't gonna make themselves are they?"

The freckled boy pouted, nodding in agreement to his father's statement. But after thinking it over, he asked another daunting question: "But, don't we kill creepers for gunpowder? What happens to creepers when they die?"

The father let his head hang low. There was no stopping nor satisfying a child's curiosity. The father sighs and brings his head back up to meet the bright green eyes of his son.

"I don't know. That's...just one of the wonders of this world. No one truly knows until...they experience it and they don't get the chance to—" The father purposely stopped himself before he could start to ramble. He knew it would only make his son ask even more questions. "Alright, look."

The father took out a bow and a couple arrows from his quiver. "I'm gonna show you how to kill a creeper, okay?"

In the forest the father and son were wandering in, a creeper was minding its own business near a classic ol' oak tree.

"Stay very quiet now. The key is to take them out from far away, reduces the risk of them blowing up in your face." The father put a index finger over his mouth and nodded. His son silently giggled and replicated the action.

The duo circled around the creeper, inching a bit closer for archer range. They were now at the creeper's 6/5 o' clock.

Hiss!

Hissss...

The father-son duo stopped in their tracks, frozen in place. The creeper they had their eyes on teetered back, wincing at the arrow pierced in its chest.

The father stood fully up and aimed his bow. "Is someone else here...?"

Hisssss...

"Daddy, watch out!"

His father turned around to see another creeper towering over his son. Although, it was impossible for creepers to smile, it seemed like this one was overjoyed to explode right in front of his son, decimating him completely.

The father was knocked back, but he survived the blow. He looked to his son's dropped inventory with absolute despair. He got up and scurried to his son's meager remnants, along with the assailant's. The father dropped to his knees, crying out. Two bursting rivers of tears cascaded down his face as he grouped his son's inventory desperately.

This wasn't supposed to happen. This day was supposed to be a heartwarming and educational time. All this father wanted to do was help his son gather fireworks for his birthday, but instead was met with most horrible of fate. And, this fate would prove to be brutal for the father ongoing.

"CONNOR!"

This is what happens when we die.

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「𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥: 9/4/2021 」