Misfits (Minecraft Mobs X Reader)

𝘼 𝙎𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙛𝙪𝙡 𝘿𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 │ 1.6

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"A-Are you stupid?! W-Why w-would you come back?!" You whisper yelled, bringing Connor away from the door. Your parents were here. You wouldn't know what to do if they found out about—

A knock was heard on your door.

"(Name)? Connor? Dinner's ready!" Your mom chirped from the other side of the door.

Connor? How? Just how did your mother know Connor? Your face practically displayed those thoughts, causing Connor to snicker at your reaction. Blinking out of your stupor, you opened the door to see your mom there with a kind smile on her face.

Registering your dazed expression, your mother puts a hand on your shoulder in concern. "I know you've been out all day, you can rest now if you—"

"No," you interjected. "I-I'm fine. I'm just wondering..." You trail off, looking to Connor who gave you a small wave.

Your mother seemed to understand where you were getting at. "Oh! Connor's been looking for you all day! But, you've been out and about the whole time so I just told him to wait here so he can have dinner with us."

"D-Dinner?" You blabbed out like fish out of water. Somehow your mother's explanation did nothing to erase your confusion. You look to Connor for answers but he just kept smiling at you. Just what was going on?

Without any explanation, your mother happily escorts the two of you out of your room. "Come along you two! We made plenty of food!"

As you and Connor get ushered downstairs, you again look to him for answers since your mother wasn't saying anything. Your eyes meet and all Connor did was wink.

You scoff, sending the creeper hybrid a glare full of spite, masking your utter confusion. W-What is that even supposed to mean? How in the Nether is he not being pinned down by the guards right now?! Do my parents even know who he is? Oh, Notch. What did Connor do? I know he did something...

As you reach the dining room, there is another knock. However, this time, it's on the front door. You stare at the door quizzically, your breath hitched. Your nerves shot up as your mother went to go answer it.

"Hmm, I wonder who that could be..." Your mother says to herself and then calls out for your father. "Hun? Are you expecting any visitors?"

"No. Why?"

Your mother opens the door and erupts into joyous laughter upon seeing who it is. Your jaw dropped upon peeking around the corner to see who the visitor was.

"Oh, Isaiah! It's so good to see you!"

Feeling Connor's presence behind you, he too was dumbfounded by Isaiah's surprise appearance.

Of all people, it had to be him.

"Oh! Come in, come in! Sorry, to keep you waiting!" Your mother escorted Isaiah inside and closed the door behind him.

In a panic, you retract your head and go back to setting up the table with Connor. Your most prevalent thought was: I'm so doomed.

As he sets a plate on the table, Connor locks eyes with you and visibly falters upon seeing your terrified expression. The orange-haired male lets out a shaky breath, closing his eyes, pleading something under his breath. After the creeper hybrid seemed to calm himself down, he came over to you and rested his arm on your shoulder.

Again, Connor gives you a reassuring smile. Yet, there was something smug about it as he told you, "Trust me, that iron lug won't be even able to lay a finger—"