Misfits (Minecraft Mob Hybrids X Reader)

𝙎𝙚𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙚 │ 1.4

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You and Connor were sneaking down the stairs when Isaiah called out, "Um...(Name)? Do you have any extra raw pork?"

The both of you stop with wide eyes. You both shared the same horrified expressions before breaking out in silent laughter.

"I can't believe I got that right..." You whispered to Connor who only nodded with a hand over his mouth, trying hard not to make a sound.

"(Name)?" Isaiah called out for you again. Then, you heard the sounds of stuff being put down; that was when you had to do something fast.

When Isaiah fails something for the first time, he is usually stubborn enough to try and fix it on his own. You grimace at that. Really? Would you have to clean your kitchen so soon again? Poor lad. Things never really went his way.

You sighed, giving a shooing motion towards Connor, signaling him to go back upstairs. It seems you would have to occupy Isaiah for the time being until you could sneak Connor out. Confirming that the creeper hybrid concealed himself inside of your room, you proceed to the kitchen.

You were oblivious to the state of panic that you had caused for your student.

The rather vigilant male could hear your footsteps slowly going down the stairs. Isaiah froze, finding himself in a dilemma. Unsurprisingly, your kitchen was a mess. He paled upon imagining what would happen if you were to see him in such a state. It's not like it hasn't happened before, but it hurt every time it did. Additionally, people were more moody when they were tired, Isaiah learned. He could only try to hurriedly search your kitchen for anything else to try to salvage the ruined breakfast.

"What are you trying to do? Burn the whole place down?" You quipped, completely forgetting how Isaiah responds to jokes.

He turned around with a start, staring at you with the most offended expression you've ever seen. "Why would I want to burn your house down? I- That's—"

How could you say something so outlandish? Isaiah wondered. This was worse than he imagined. He couldn't believe it. He was being accused of trying to burn your house down! Wouldn't that put him on equal terms as any hostile mob or monster? Or, more specifically, the explosive adversary he was chasing last night? That realization made Isaiah's heart sink.

"Um, Isaiah? Joke, remember?" You snapped his fingers in his face, getting Isaiah out his weird trance. You could only wonder what was going on in that pretty mind of his.

You made Isaiah into a stuttering mess. If he were less self-conscious, he would go sulk in a corner. Instead, he only apologized like a billion times.

On his billionth time, "I am very sorry, (Name). It will not happen again."

You doubted that second part of that statement but you accepted his apology nonetheless. Wanting to get all this over with as soon as possible, you say, "Just sit down on the couch or something. I'll make something quick."

If you had more energy, you would try to guide Isaiah through the process step-by-step. But in this case, two cooks were one too many in this kitchen.

"Are you sure? I—"

"We both need to eat." I should at least give Connor some food too... You thought, sparing a glance upwards.

Connor overcame with boredom as the silent minutes dragged on. The creeper hybrid was rather antsy as usual, almost desperate to go make something happen. But, alas, you were presumably dining with his biggest enemy so he would have to do what he hates most: waiting.