Same dimension, different story. (Laurence Zvahl X Reader)

Entry 2.

After you had gotten ready for the day, you decided it'd be nice to hang out by the (VERY BIG) tree, not going up it, but hanging out by the water there since you needed to get out of the house but also at the moment wasn't interested in conversation.

When you got there, you saw someone had left their stuff. You didn't want to just sit there just in case they'd come back to use that spot, so you climbed onto one of the gigantic roots over the water and decided to stay there for a bit, seeing that it was unlikely someone would acknowledge your presence.

A man with shoulder-length brown hair leaned against the giant tree and looked up towards the piglyn brute. Sort of just studying them, watching their every move, even the way they breathe.

You glanced over to the man, a small sigh escaping your lips. "Need anything?" You leaned and turned your head to look at him.

The brown-haired man snapped out of his gaze and blinked. "Ah- no. You're new around here, right? What's your name?"

The corners of your mouth made a slight smile before replying, "It's (Y/N). Yours?"

The brown haired man adjusted his posture, "It's Laurence."

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You were having quite a peaceful afternoon. You met and took Aphmau up on that tour and met some interesting and nice folk earlier.

Right now, you were relaxing and trying not to doze off as you relaxed by your fireplace. It wasn't a particularly cold day, but then again, you never quite got used to the overworld.

You first arrived here about 5 years ago. Coming from the nether. The trip to the overwolrd is...
hard to remember. You are a piglyn brute. That's what people from the overworld call you. The term piglyn is just fine.

When you met the people of this dimension, it was rough. Most of your interactions with humans specifically consisted of either running away, screaming, running at you, being rude, followed, fighting. The number of times you've been chased out by guards or simple villagers is ridiculous.

You honestly thought to get back to the nether, but you simply didn't know how. The elders back home would occasionally mention a portal.

A portal made of some sort of sharp black crystal or rock that had purple magic flowing through it, some of it escaping and touching its surroundings.

It was a sight to behold. A rare one.

All you knew was that it was a door between the nether and the overworld. On very few occasions, would other species get close enough to fulfillingly admire it. Whenever there was a portal, shadow knights would surround it. Quickly becoming a part of whatever plan they have going on.

They were well-known all throughout the Nether. A vicious counterpart of what could be after death, a terrible transformation, betraying everyone you knew, and the closest to you in life were to end up dead.

Their soul lost, their eyes red. The armor flesh. The humans were not human anymore. This power, this magic... this corruption is deadly and must be feared!

Make sure one doesn't wake after death cause their body will become the living dead. They are not who you knew. That person is gone.

They will rain hell upon your village while just being a pawn. They'll invent history, and their death will be art.

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You spiraled into thought. Remembering everything the elders told the young.

You know the effects of that corruption.

(A/N: Chapter 2! Sry for the short chapter.
And again, any recommendations/tips are appreciated :D
I want to make this enjoyable and to have this be something people want to come back to whenever they want. Would you guys like this to be a slow burn? It's never too late to give me an idea!)