Misfits (Minecraft Mob Hybrids X Reader)

𝘼 𝘾𝙝𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙠𝙚 │ 1.11.5

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𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 ...

"Isn't this fun, Connor?"

"No." The said creeper hybrid had his arms crossed.

His father sighed and stood up. "You wanted to come to the Nether in the first place."

Even Connor could tell his Horace, his father, was clearly exasperated, but he didn't care at all.

"I didn't want to come here with you. That's the problem."

Connor's father turned around, allowing his son to see the crestfallen look on his face.

For Connor, the hellish landscape seemed to fade into the background, the sounds of fire crackling and lava bubbling somehow muffled. He felt disgust creeping up his throat. Connor always hated that look because it made him feel bad. It made him feel like he was the one to blame. Horace approached, making his son hug himself tighter.

The creeper hybrid opted to glare at the netherrack floor. He hated it.

"Connor..." The father crooned. He put a hand on Connor's shoulder. "Look at me."

That gentle voice. Connor hated it. "Get away from me!"

Connor jerked the very shoulder his father touched, swiping his arm away. The creeper hybrid took a step back and glowered at his father straight on.

The father smiled. "That's the first time you looked at me for this whole trip."

Connor rolled his eyes. "Come on, let's just keep going."

The father and son duo trekked forth, exploring uncharted territory. It wasn't until Connor found himself standing at a precipice that allowed him to see an absolutely vast lake of lava that he realized...

"We are the first to ever venture this far. Did you know that, Connor?" His father came to stand right beside him.

The said male merely shook his head absentmindedly. All he could think about is how would you react if you were seeing the same thing he was.

The father stared out into the Nether cavern, his eyes reflecting the molten lava below. "The people back there in that... shoddy little town think this place a mere myth. Some of them don't even know."

Connor drifted his eyes in his father's direction suspiciously. Meanwhile, Horace just kept on going with a sort of manic look on his face. "Ah, seriously... I don't know why you want to stay there. All those people are just mindless sheep worshipping that woman. You do know she wanted to cast you out, right?"

"What?" He couldn't stop himself from saying it. "Why? What did I do?"

Horace gave his son a look, and blinked. "The guards saw you activate the dispensers and run."

Connor groaned out of annoyance and exasperation. "I told you! I didn't know there were fire charges in there! I did not put those in there, I swear!"

"I know, Connor... I know."

Connor could feel the guilt creeping back up, close to re-living that experience all over again. The creeper hybrid was reminded of the first time he saw you, crying out for your parents. He knew what it was like to lose someone. The fact that his negligence almost led to your despair was heartbreaking. Then, there was also the fact that you forgave him. You put your grievances aside to hear him out.

The whole thing was an accident on his part, you helped him realize that. Looking past all of that, that begs the question: just who put the fire charges in there the first place?

Connor wasn't much of a thinker. He was more of a 'shoot first, ask questions later' type of person, and he barely even remembers to ask questions in the first place. However, this time was different. He was with his father after all. Connor always keeps his guard up around him. This was the same man that would do anything to get what he wants, even if that meant interfering with natural cycle of life and death.

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"Now, Isaiah..." Lillian trailed off, circling him like a shark circles its prey. Analyzing, studying, calculating. That's what she was doing. "You have a choice."

The iron golem hybrid stayed silent, gaze fixed on the wooden table.

Lillian came to a stop just behind Isaiah's right shoulder, in his blind spot. She bent down, placing her hands on the armrests of the chair Isaiah was sitting in. She leaned in. He could feel her face right next to his. "You know, Isaiah..." Her voice was grating to his ears. That forced sweetness, he could hear it now.

"Someone has to take responsibility for what happened."

His hands were trembling.

"I told you who is to blame already. So why can't it be him? That monster?" Isaiah sat up straighter, staring ahead at the stone wall in front of him.

Lillian paused and then sighed. "It just... can't."

Isaiah sharply inhaled. This feeling... he couldn't even begin to describe it. For the first time in his life, he found himself at the mercy of his existence. He was made follow the orders of his creators, but something in him, in his body that was made to serve and protect, told him to go against it.

"Why?"

Although he couldn't see it, Lillian did a double take. Her oppressive posture softened, albeit slightly. She backed away to look at him. Even though he wasn't looking at her, she could feel him radiating defiance. Something he's never done before. Lillian frowned. She just might have to make the choice for him. To her, it was obvious.

You were more of a threat than Lydia and Ronald could ever be. 

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「 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 963 ❙ 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.8 」

「 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥: 12/7/2024 」

AN: Hi, I hope you're all doing well! Here's a little short chapter I wrote before finals! Wish me luck cuz I'll need it. Anyways, Connor's father is a ... piece of work, yeah. There's a lot of stuff happening behind the scenes in little ol' Minecraftia and we get to see some of it here. You'll get to see more of it soon-ish with the next chapter being a "??" type. So, what are your two cents? I'd love to hear it!

AAN: By the way, I also have this story posted on ao3. So, if you're on there, plz give this story some love! I'm in the process of syncing up that version with this and quotev's version.