OC Oneshots

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OC: Tammy (she/her)
Species: Shulker
Universe: Minecraft

Hello, a voice whispered gently.

Her eyes went wide. “W-what?”

Eyes. She had eyes.

She supposed she'd always been able to see, but she'd never really been aware of the fact that she'd had eyes.

She had a lot more than eyes. She had a shell. She had hands, and legs, and skin, and a nose-

She smacked her hands on her face. Pain. That was what that feeling was.

Oh, no, don't do that, the voice laughed. Don't hurt yourself.

She realized she could stand and did so. Her legs wobbled. She knew for a fact that she hadn't had legs before.

A hand that wasn't her own closed around her upper arm, steadying her. She looked up into the face of- an enderman? No, a Watcher.

Watcher… so that was what they were called.

The Watcher smiled.

“Who are you?” she asked, even though she didn’t even know who she was.

I have several names, the Watcher said. You may call me Azdhid. Who are you?

She hesitated.

Who was she?

“I’m a shulker,” she said. “I teleport and shoot bullets.”

The other shulkers do that, too.

“I know,” she said.

That’s hardly a way to introduce yourself. Where is the individuality?

She shrugged. “I don’t have a name.”

That’s okay. You’ll find one, with time. You’ve only just acquired this form, after all.

“Did you turn me into… this?”

The Watcher nodded. You’re the first, at least in this world. You will not be the last.

“The first what?”

The first free mob.

“Free…?”

The Watcher sighed.

She suddenly felt defensive. “I just barely started existing like this, you can’t seriously expect me to know everything!”

I know, the Watcher said. I don’t expect you to. It’s just hard to explain.

“You can try,” she suggested.

The Watcher smiled. You’re already developing a personality… that’s wonderful. We Watchers like to experiment. We like to see what we can do. My personal fascination is mobs. Why are they so loyal to their code? If I gave them a chance to live their own lives, would they take it?

She looked down at herself. “So you turned me into… this.”

The Watcher - Azdhid - nodded. I can change you back, if you wish. The point is a choice. I don’t want you to be trapped in a form you don’t want to be in.

“No…” she mumbled. “I like this, actually.” she turned around, pulling away from the Watcher, and stared down at her hands. “It’s weird. But it’s new.”

You still have your code, Azdhid warned. Should you choose to stay in this form, you will have to also choose to fight it.

“Why didn’t you take it away?” she asked.