Molepire: The Serpent's Silver Tongue

Music to my ears - [3]

[3]

C.W: Vomit

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Music discs are a rarity. Only the bravest would dare to stumble into the monster dungeons to even risk the chance of getting one; the chances of finding a disc was like trying to build a flying machine, long and tedious. I'd be wandering around The Mole Hole for a while now, my attention was always focused on the automatic kelp farm. I'd tried explaining the beauty and precision that was needed to build something like this - Katie had been mildly confused, she'd walked off after a few hours.

As I ducked back into the spruce trapdoor once more, my eyes landed on the tall girl that Casper had been talking with. I stopped, looking at her shimmering netherite armour. All I had, in pathetic comparison, was an iron sword and a few pieces of gunpowder - the stolen items were safely hidden from her sight. Her eyes were cold and calculated, her piercing gaze following my every movement. She was standing in front of a room that had, again, spruce wood. Deep-slate and natural building supplies adorned the hollow cavern we were standing in.

"Who are you?" She asked plainly, crossing her arms in front of her torso. I raised an eyebrow, trying to act calm.

"Pfff, who are you lovely?" My accent rang out on the last two syllables, the husky tones of Elskanei reflecting in my own voice. Her voice, on the other hand, seemed clear and she was well spoken. 

"I asked first, who are you?" She walked closer to me, I swallowed as my hands getting clammier with every hammering heartbeat. 

"My name is Alistair Viator, I'm new!" I chuckled anxiously, averting my eyes to anywhere else other than her gaze. 

"Well, Viator, my name is Cat, have a look around but don't steal anything," She reprimanded, walking off towards a door leading down into the mountains. 

I rolled my eyes, quickly hurrying over to her room. I swung the door open, smiling widely as I spotted four chests, a couple furnaces and an armour stand; I rubbed my hands together, marching over to the chests as I stopped, as the glint of a music disc caught my eye. I snatched it quickly, shoving it into my back pocket.

This was too good to be true.

I laughed to myself as I walked back out the shitty trapdoor, though I didn't see the person walking up behind me, glaring at me with icy daggers. Cat watched me from afar, pulling her communicator out when I typed out a frantic but excited message - thank the Gods above for auto-correct.

<Alistair V: Guess who's gonna be listening to music soon?!>

Cat shoved her sword into the sheath, muttering curses as I darted away to the edge of the cliff, dangling my ankles off as I turned the disc over in my calloused palms. I hummed out a tune, oblivious to the crossbow currently pointing at my head. I spun the small musical component on the tip of my finger, it tilted precariously towards the roaring oceans below; gulls and birds dived into the murky depths, the billowing satin sheets of blue tearing away at the rock-face. I'd always wondered what treasures lurked beneath the frothing whites and blues of the sea. My heart skipped a beat as I heard a small cough, as I turned to face a smirking Cat. 

"Whatcha got there Ali?" My face paled as I fumbled for an explanation, my tongue unable to form a coherent sentence; she laughed harshly, as she drew the arrow back. I stood up sharply, throwing my hands into the air.

Shit.

The disc flew from my fingertips, as Cat shoved past me, gazing downwards. 'Fuck, fuck, ah fuck,' I thought, debating to jump from the ledge to get it, but the twisting sensation of anxiety and fear crawling around my stomach - like centipedes - made me shake my head furiously. I felt sick, as my eyes burnt from the bitter wind that blew off the salty seas, Cat stood, turning to face me.