Misfits (Minecraft Mobs X Reader)

𝘼 𝙑𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙇𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 │ 1.2.5

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Connor was having a delightful time jumping on your bed. "Wow, this is so much fun~ How come I just find out now that these things exist?"

"Can you not?" You deadpanned for nth time. Also, how could he not know what a bed is?

"Aw, come on! Stop being such a party pooper!" Connor sticks his tongue at you, still jumping on your bed.

"People are trying to sleep."

"So? I don't need to sleep. Sleep is for the weak!" The orange-haired wild child lets a crazed smirk curl upon his face... still jumping on your bed. In any moment, he was going to break it.

"Watch this, (Name)!" He says as he puts more force into his next jump.

"Oh, Notch." Something in your gut told you that this wasn't going to go well. "Connor, no—"

Connor jumps, the momentum making him fly higher than ever. He could reach the two-hundred fifty-six block limit, if there wasn't a stupid thing called a ceiling. Tragically, Connor's head collides with the ceiling making him fall down hard on the floor at your feet.

You wince, "Only if you landed on the bed..." But, you would've broken it so ... I guess this is a win for me?

"Owie..." He groaned. "Why did I do that?"

You sigh, a heavy one. What were you going to do with him? Early morning, you would have to go retrieve your parents and somehow have to hide this freeloader from them. Maybe, he would be out of your hair by then but that would leave you with more questions than answers. You rub your temples in frustration. You would have to come up with something. But, first things first, you had to calm this ball of fire down.

"Are you feeling tired now?" You ask, squatting down next to Connor who was still caught in a dizzy stupor.

Too disoriented to speak, he just nodded, laying back down on the floor.

You go to your closet and open the doors, revealing a pair of double chests and an empty armor stand. "Hmm, I think I have some extra wool and planks..." You mutter, digging through various items and whatnot.

Connor propped himself up to curiously peer at what you were doing. Perplexed, he wondered why you weren't heading off to sleep. The floor seemed comfortable enough. It was inside, under a roof and warm. What more could he ask for?

Looking around your room, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. He didn't know why or what he felt, but he longed for a homey place like this. For some reason, he felt at peace. He was getting ready to doze off when he heard the sound of you scuffling.

"Got it." After a couple minutes of searching, you come up with what you needed to make a bed; having plenty of wood, but only just enough wool to make it. You carried it all over to your personal workbench.

Intrigued, Connor jumps up and scampers over to you. "Oh! What's that?" He pointed to the crafting bench.

"It's a crafting table..." You answered awkwardly. Did he really not know what a crafting table was?

You could almost see stars shining in his green eyes as he processes the new information. He smiles quite adorably and rocks back and forth on his feet in quaking anticipation.

Unsure, you ask, "You've never seen one before?"

Embarrassed, Connor mutters, "W-Well I've seen them. I just don't know... what they are."