OC Oneshots

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OC: Tammy (she/her)
Species: Shulker
Universe: Minecraft? MCYT? Idk it's minecraft but there's Watchers

The Nether was a lot… warmer than Tammy had expected.

Well, she supposed she should have expected it - it was the fire dimension, after all, full of lava and volcanoes and scary fire-breathing creatures. It was only natural that it would be hot and stuffy and cavelike.

Matt seemed just as uncomfortable as she was. He was used to caves, but he was used to smaller, quieter, cooler caves. The screeching of ghasts and the crackling of flame must have been all but deafening to him.

“Well,” Tammy decided. “We've come this far.”

She started the trek.

Blazes. They needed to find blazes, fellow creatures doomed to eternally guard an abandoned structure, and convince them to surrender their rods. And then they could make Eyes Of Ender and Tammy could finally go home.

“I still don't understand why you'd want to go back,” Matt huffed, half a step behind her. He was over two feet taller than her, and much stronger. He could easily shatter her shell with a sonic boom, but Tammy wasn't really that scared of him. They'd found a common enemy, after all - the roles the Watchers gave them, the ever-looming fate of forever waiting for a player that would kill them on sight.

“Because I have to,” Tammy sighed. “The bigger question is, why are you helping me?”

“Because silverfish and endermites are stupid and I also want to kill the player,” Matt explained proudly.

“Can't you do that in the ancient city?”

“Well, yes, but I've been waiting in the ancient city for ages. I'm bored. Slime noises get annoying after a while, you know?”

Tammy still didn't understand his reasoning, but she shrugged and didn't inquire further.

They crossed a large stretch of brown sand that slowed them down and looked like it was made of faces, and a forest of distorted blue trees, and a strange biome of towering basalt spires. None of it was anything like the blandness of the End that Tammy was familiar with. None of it compared to the terrifying yet comforting Void below her, or the murmuring of the other shulkers. Here, there were only the monsters and Matt for company, and the latter kept talking about murder.

A tremor shook the ground.

Tammy yelped and teleported to avoid toppling off the basalt pillar she stood on. “Did you feel that?”

Matt's antennae twitched. “Yep. Dunno if it's normal for the Nether, though.”

“I'm sure it's normal,” Tammy agreed.

She was a horrible liar.

Over the next few minutes, several more earthquakes came and went. Tammy tried not to think much of it.

A Warden and a Shulker in the Nether, a voice mused.

Tammy knew that voice. It was the Watcher that she was responsible for guarding - and the Watcher that was responsible for guarding this world.

Yes, Tammy replied, not even bothering to say it out loud. Azdhid - that was her name - could simply read her mind anyway. I'm trying to go home.

That was answered with a sigh. More mobs gaining sentience? I really just should stop creating worlds, shouldn't I?

Tammy froze.

“What?” Matt asked. “Suddenly getting cold feet? Come on, it's the Nether. Cold feet shouldn't be a thing here.”

“We need to go,” Tammy said quietly.

Matt opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a scream as the ground was no longer beneath him.

An entire chunk of the world crumbled and fell away into ash-tainted void.

Instinctively, Tammy curled into her shell and teleported. She clung to the side of the new hole with all her might, letting Matt ram into her. It was a dumb idea, but it was the first one she had. A yelp tore from her throat as her shell cracked and she lost her hold.

Matt tumbled off of her and fell past bedrock. Tammy was close behind.

The last thing she heard before the toxic gasses of the void filled her lungs was that Notch-darned Watcher again, her voice exasperated.

Goodbye, Attempt 542. Time to debug and try again…

And then darkness consumed her.