[Wither x Skeleton] Illiterate Love

Drunk Daze

(AN: First fic, I apologize for any spelling errors or gramatical mistakes, english isn't my first language!!)

Ah, Overworld! Ain't it such a beauty? The night was slowly setting itself to the Overworld population, filled with amaze and terror as the bright warm red and yellow sky decided to be replaced by a dark blue colour and moon light. The cold air was slowly coming to infect surrounding creatures with hypothermia, fever and other cold drafts. Hostile mobs are going straight towards any being that has luscious flesh, juicy blood and tasty meat, or anything usefull that's going to be in need. A most violent time with the intent to kill and survive filled with the hours of darkness, that usually went that way for most dense living creatures across the Overworld, except for one hostile mob, whom had complitely different plans for that night.

A lonely skeleton stupidly, by himself, "drank" a dizzy potion, by a nearby potioneer. Most souls arent idiots to steal from a maniacal skeleton that knows potions and curses, but this fella... He himself wondered how he got there, in his words he "carefully took it square and fair, not to be even heard by ants, bees or critters but he's still being chased to death by an angry man. Again."

Running away from the dangerous potioneer, he started to feel so warm. As if a Candy Queen possessed his soul and nuked a ton of cupcakes in his skull. He noticed that his bones felt light and filled with ecstasy, as if he was given drugs. Well he did drink a potion...

Thinking of such stuff made him fall to the cold grass, he laughed it off in the most raspy tone that could be heard till the end of time (could also possibly throw him into his early demise ). Cletching the ⅓ filled potion glass in his hand firm and tight, he notices a small green mist circling around his body and grass. A green light reflected onto his clear glass, the potioneer is getting closer.

-Damn it! He thought to himself, he was too busy laughing his bones off in an immature sense to notice him getting near.

He rapidly gets up and starts clumsily running away from the green light.
He continues, stomping in rocks and dirt, mud and piles of defeated zombies untill he suddently sees a purple light.
Now, it was no ordinary purple light, it was surrounded by a black blocky base, that was even big enough for an Enderman to go through. There was just a dead stone end and a portal, a portal to where exact? He couldn't have known. He couldn't jump over the huge stone wall, that would be a death wish.

With his past experiences with players, his mind started getting cautious and woundered if this was a trap made by the potioneer. Maybe a scheme to get back at him for all that stealing? Or maybe the only way to get away from him? Something in his gut told him that it's worth going through with his plan. Who knows it might be less dangerous? Maybe he'll build a house there or become a king? This is only just a glimpse to his dreams.

The potioneer dashed towards Skeleton 20ft(6 meters) behind. His non existent heart started beating well, cletching more toward his potion glass.
-It's either a death by a player, a death by the potioneer or a death by the unknown species behind this portal. Skeleton pondered.
In the last second, curiousity killed the cat and without further thought, he sprinted into the giant portal of mystery, knowing that this might be the last time he'll return to his cave, family or friends.

A weird tingling scent went through his bones as he was teleported to a new realm, that smelt like boiling lava and hell. The purple colours blinded him for a few seconds untill he was met with a whole new world. A distant warm red landscape with mountains containing huge trees and a scrumptious arcitecture done on the crimson kingdom.

- A beautifull sight but a fucking gross smell. Skeleton murmered. He slowly got out of the portal, all tipsy from 20 minutes ago,
- This won't be so bad, I can take a few minutes to explore this land!
In such confidence, he started walking away from the spawn point. Like an American, he didn't care, he was free. He enjoyed risking it.

A shadow appeared infront of him, blocking his view. Looking up to see whats going on only to be met by a huge pig and a royal wither skeleton guard. The pigs teeth were sharper with every grit, man got atleast 3 swords on him, showing he can kill. To Skeleton, this was a cute way to make himself frighter but what was scarier than being stabbed is getting crushed by the pigs weight.
The Wither Skeleton is more like an assistent to the pig, the armor makes him appear like he would crash Skeleton aswell. Though he seems way less serious than the pig. With grinning as if he's trying not to laugh.

Opening his mouth, the pig started speaking a language so out of site:
-Kāy ovo, Wither? ťkō kēym īn nāsh rēālm?(What is this, Wither? Who came to our land?)
Soon following an agressive answer:
-Yā nēt shōrwān! Ān ë fōrnyēr.(I'm not sure! He's a foreigher).

The following conversation gave Skeleton a headache, not understanding 2 men infront made his brain rot.

-Ān tvōī brāt? (Is he your brother?) The pig asks all gigglying, covering his stomach while he's dying of laughter.

Wither Skeleton looks offended so he gives a hostile answer:
- Nēt, mōy brāt ë moron( No, my brother is a moron).

After their silly chit chat, they look at the newcomer disgustingly. Skeleton sees this signal as a sign to go away. He tries slowly going around them like a little ant in a spider web before he is suddently leg kicked to the ground. His non existent eyes look confusely at the Wither Guard who dared to hurt a civilian, then his eyes gazed to the sudden crowd who is cheering and wishing he was burnt down.
-Plāmēny ë nā krōss!(Burn him on a cross!) one mother said holding a baby.

-Nēt! Zābōdēshy ë!(No! Stab him),

-Prōdāy ë!(Sell him!),

-Űdārūy ë ōpēt!(Kick him again!).

His non existent mind started to get blurry and his head felt like it weight 10 tons. What was supposed to be a fun rob left him on the ground to rot. Even after all this, he felt tipsy, the potion still didnt wear down and it made him chuckle. The crowd went silent and turned to look at the grounded Skeleton before he was kicked in chest.