𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑
There were always multiple paths to fate.
Yet for some reason, joining this school seemed like the only possible answer to keep me alive, at least for a while.
I worried that she would return, that she would destroy us all.
But that is a problem yet to face.
Right now, I had to worry about my new classmates, soon to become friends.
I could not see that far into the paths, but they would all be great allies.
There was this one, however, who kept smiling at me. Like it was no biggie, that I seemed like I was going to murder him in his sleep. He wasn't bothered by it at all.
I stopped writing in my journal. Now, an ordinary placed journal could be read easily by someone else, which is exactly why mine is hidden in a secret compartment under my bed. I hoped no-one would find out. The only one I had to worry about keeping it as secretive as possible from is Pigman, I had heard a few rumors about his perseverance and intelligence looking for things. I tried to look into the paths, in case anyone would find out about the journal, but luckily, they wouldn't.. yet.
I could only look into the paths by 2 years, but that was enough. They wove into each other, showing me all the outcomes. I worried that by spending too much time into the future, I would wash away the present. However he had helped me with that. I wish to express my gratitude to him later, right now I was busy with homework. I thought about looking into the paths to find the answers, but I considered it cheating.
I was tired. The sun was rising, my bedtime was coming. I wanted to wake up early to get a fresh start. Tomorrow was my second day. It was important to make a good impression.
𝙎𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑
I thought the new guy was really cool, but I think it was just me. Zombie was very clear that he didn't think Wither was to be trusted. Enderman looked at the guy in confusion. Pigman called him creepy. Even Ghast didn't seem to like him. She liked everyone.
I didn't care. Their opinions don't matter to me. They never gave him a chance, I got mad at that.
He deserved a chance. He was a mob, just like them. Every mob needs their first chance, a chance to prove themselves. They didn't understand that. I felt upset, getting mad at them for something as simple as this, but they kept judging him by his looks. So what if he was a wither skeleton? That didn't matter!
I wanted to do my homework with someone. I felt uncomfortable doing it alone. I was mad at everyone else, I couldn't do it with them. So I thought of Wither. I would finally get to properly talk to him! I wondered how he was taking it, since he was a student mid-term.
I walked across the hall, half-hoping I would stumble upon someone. I stopped in my tracks when I realized I didn't know Wither's dorm room number. I really was an idiot.
I went to the office. They had a copy of everyone's dorm room number on the wall. The number had four digits. The first number stood for the building. The second number stood for the floor. The third and fourth were a pair, they stood for how close they were to the stairs. My dorm room number was 2306. 2nd building, 3rd floor, 6th closest to the stairs.
As I scanned the room, I found the paper. I wondered if they updated it yet. I briefly scanned the sheet before noticing writing on the very bottom. Room 5412 was Wither's room. I had two hours until curfew. I decided to be quick, something I was fairly good at.
𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑
I heard knocking on my door. Was it my teacher? I just wanted to sleep. Reluctantly, I got up and walked over to the door. When I opened it, I was shocked. It was that smiling Skeleton in my class. I was not expecting him to arrive at my doorstep, but here he was, looking all cute like his usual self.
How come I had never predicted this, I don't know. He was just like her, they were both blocked so much in my paths. I didn't understand, why couldn't I see more about them? And why these two?
"Can I come in?" He asked. He seemed so innocent and adorable, I couldn't refuse. "Uhh.. sure!" I said, my face heating up. Why did he come? He was obviously closer with the other mobs while I just came today. He barely knew me. I tried looking in the paths but I couldn't see anything. If only I could see the past instead, so many of my questions would be answered.
I closed the door to prevent any cold air from gushing in. I heard about skeletons turning into strays. I didn't think it would be enough to turn him into an entirely new mob, but I heard that it's still not good for skeletons. I also did it because I didn't like the cold. After all, I was from the Nether.
"Why are you here?" My question sounded like a threat. I did not mean it that way. "I.. Just wanted to do- to do homework with s-someone." The skeleton replied. Did he always stutter like this? Or was it because of my question's tone? I immediately felt guilty. This skeleton looked so small and innocent. I wanted to hug him forever. But I couldn't do that. I didn't even know him. "Yes, that's fine." He smiled at me, again. "Yay! Thank you Wither!"
𝙎𝙠𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙣'𝙨 𝙋𝙊𝙑
He was so nice! I was not expecting him to say yes. And he was really smart too. He helped me a lot with the problems. I was able to finish my homework quicker than ever. It had only taken 20 minutes, which was less than a fifth of the time I would usually take on my own or with someone else. I packed up my things and was ready to go to my dorm. "Bye Wither!" I told him. "Bye." He said back.
I closed the door and began walking to my dorm, but then something stopped me in my tracks. A ghost like creature, with bloody eyes and a bloody mouth, was whispering to someone, who was all black except for their mouth, which was red. I walked away quickly and quietly, hoping to not gain their attention. They weren't teachers. And they couldn't be students, they weren't mobs. As they got out of my sight I ran to my dorm. Once I reached it, I slammed the door shut and ran to my bed. I hid under the covers. I just had to hope they didn't notice me. Before long, I had fallen asleep.
