Misfits (Minecraft Mobs X Reader)

𝘼 𝙉𝙤𝙩-𝙎𝙤 𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙍𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙣 │1.5.5

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"Don't worry, once you're out of here, you'll be free to make your own choices."

The way you said those words to the creeper hybrid sounded so sad. Connor couldn't forget your painful smile as you sent him away. Unbeknownst to him, you were having second thoughts about setting the creeper hybrid free. You were concerned he wouldn't be able to fend for himself. You were afraid that you sent him to his death instead.

Connor almost couldn't register what was happening. One second you were pining him inside a dog house and the next second he was falling down a hole that would most certainly make him meet his doom.

Pressing the wooden button enacted a redstone circuit to retract a couple pistons beneath the floor. With the floor of the dog house gone, he fell, reaching both his arms out to you, shouting your name. The last he saw of you was you waving goodbye before the floor retracted again, enshrouding Connor in total darkness.

All he could he do was scream helplessly as he kept falling. Falling until he came into contact with a pool water that would negate any damage taken from falling such a grievous height. He hit the water with an audible 'oof,' sinking into the deep pool. With a frenzied haste, he soared out of the water, desperate to stay afloat.

"What the..." Connor muttered out after finally moving the hair out of his eyes.

What laid ahead of him was a well-lit stone tunnel leading him to freedom. He couldn't even see the end of it! Did you build this? He wondered. Well, of course you must have since you were the one who put him here in the first place.

With nothing to do but keep going, he pulled himself out of the water and onto the stone. Soaking wet, he couldn't help but stop and stare, missing a sneaky, stone button on the right.

"This leads outside of Minecraftia...?" He wondered aloud, somehow hoping you would pop up somewhere and start rambling about the infrastructure of Minecraftia or something.

It felt so weird to be alone again. The creeper hybrid immediately knew he didn't like it. He knew he wanted to stay in Minecraftia even if he had to bear the consequences. But, it seemed like no one even wanted him there. Not Lillian, not the guards, probably not even any of the townsfolk... not even you.

That thought made Connor almost nauseous.

No. You were helping him. You hid him from Isaiah and everyone else so that meant you were his friend right? Connor didn't even want to think what Lillian, and that shell of a man he had to call his father, had in store for him. If he got captured in Minecraftia, then it was basically death. The Wilderness? Probably also meant death. He didn't know the first thing about surviving.

There were luxuries that could only be found in Minecraftia and Connor was just learning how he became so dependent on those luxuries (even though, he wasn't allowed to have them in the first place). Minecraftia was made up of people dedicated to their craft and somehow, materials got distributed to everyone. Everyone had a steady supply of food and water. He didn't know how trading worked but he was always able to get by with stealing and scavenging.

Looking down at the several tools and whatnot provided to him, he choked out a sob. Connor was starting to feel severely overwhelmed as the reality of the situation sank in.

But, he was free at least, right?

No one in Minecraftia was allowed to leave the boundaries of the town unless you were granted special permission by Lillian, right? So, that should mean he was the only one free. Well, maybe not the only one. To Connor's knowledge, he's the only hostile mob who stayed in Minecraftia after escaping... nevermind. He didn't want to think about that either.