Misfits (Minecraft Mobs X Reader)

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘞𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘦 │ ?

𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 ; 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝

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Fate. While running for his life through the desert with his family, that was what Hadrian thought about. Weird, isn't it? How Hadrian found his mind being plagued by the hopelessness of fate. He should be focused on protecting his family, and getting his ill brother to safety. Him and his family have come all this way to get to the safe haven. They were almost on the last stretch! They just have to cross the desert and they'll be able to get to safety.

"We can't keep running like this! We have to find shelter!" His mother cried.

Like a parasite, the word fate nestled deep within the confines of his mind. Though, he too, was just as worried about getting out of the dangerous desert, he couldn't help but wonder if this situation was bound to happen anyway. Whether they set out during the day or the night; whether they managed to travel during rain or shine. Did it really make a difference?

To Hadrian, it didn't seem to make a difference. Was this destiny?

"We're in the middle of a desert! How in the Nether are we going to find shelter?!" His father yelled over the groans of husks beginning to cluster.

The black-haired teen tuned out his parents' arguing, instead focusing on the twinkling stars above. His family was dealing with hardship after hardship. First, it was a creeper blowing up their farm and several other close calls with hostile mobs. It then became too dangerous to leave the house. Then, it was Hadrian's brother, Dylan, mysteriously falling ill. This ongoing cycle of misfortune had no signs of stopping. Being caught in the open desert at night was another one to add to the tally.

However, there was one good thing that happened: the hopeful promise that spurred this long journey. After being cooped in the house for so long, resources were running out and Dylan's condition was only getting worse. When a chest filled with supplies, a map, and a compass was placed on the family's doorstep one day, they decided to take the risk.

If it meant that Dylan could be cured and that they could have a safe place to call home, so be it. Fate works in interesting ways.

Believing in fate, as Hadrian came to learn, can bring comfort. It's what kept his family going. Knowing that fate works in mysterious yet fair ways was what kept him going, but as Hadrian looked around at the hordes of hostile mobs with their hungry gazes on him, he thought likewise.

Fate was cruel.

Hadrian wasn't going to give in so easily, however. Just because fate was unjust didn't mean that he wasn't going to stop running. Every step forward was one more step away from the rotting hands of walking corpses. Every swing of his sword meant another second of life bought from the stingy merchants of fate.

After all, Hadrian and his family weren't out in the desert for nothing.

"A desert temple! Up ahead!" His mother points at a somewhat distant sand dune with parts of a temple peeking out. "Come on! We can make it!"

Hadrian is pulled out of combat with a spider as his mother tugs him forward along with her. His father readjusts his hold on Dylan, who had been in a comatose state during the whole journey, preparing himself for the final stretch. Giving up on fighting the horde, the family is locked into a dead sprint for the temple. The path was clear. All they had to do was just make it there to the desert temple.