Misfits (Minecraft Mob Hybrids X Reader)

𝙉𝙤 𝙏𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠 │1.12

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Everything hurts.

But he can't stop now.

Not when he was so close.

How could he know?

Because at the end of that tunnel had a crafting bench, a furnace, and a chest. Not that the phantom hybrid fully understood what these things were, but he knew that this was a sign of people. A sign of you. With every blink, flashes of your face would pop up in his mind. He started feel dizzy.

"No..." He whined, his knees buckling.

"I need to..." In a last ditch effort, he shoved his hand into the chest. He at least knows what they do. From prior experience, he knows these things can contain food. With the last of his strength, he props the chest open so he can see what's inside.

There wasn't much. There was a thing he's seen you use before. It was stone on a stick, and you've used it to break blocks. What was it called?

"A-A pick?" He's heard you say it before, but the words felt foreign coming out of him. He was pretty sure he couldn't eat it because he's tried that in the past and it did not go well.

Then, by some lucky miracle, he finds a couple of carrots. Mesmerized, he grabs the orange vegetables and lets himself slump to the ground, his back against the crafting bench. He sniffs the carrots before hesitantly taking a bite. The phantom hybrid was pleasantly surprised by the refreshing taste of carrots and immediately gobbled them up. Little by little he could feel his energy coming back.

Unfortunately, there was nothing else in the chest. Just the old stone pickaxe and the two carrots he already ate.

He gingerly picked up the tool. It felt odd and heavy in his hands, it was so heavy that his arms would hurt if he held it too long. But still, this 'pick' was his way out and he would to have to get used to it in order to use it. And so, he swung at the wall in front of him, continuing the tunnel you made.

No way.

"FUC-"

It was another damn tunnel.

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You had to do something. Anything.

"(Name)? Where are you going?!"

You didn't listen to your parents' shouts of concern. You wrestled yourself out of their embrace and ran. You ran back towards your house, hoping to find Hadrian and Dylan on your way. You looked around for them, but there was no sign of them.

"Dammit." Guess you'll have to do that then.

Knowing the stubborn brothers, they probably caved in and went to see what was going on despite your words. You just hope that the brothers won't do anything stupid like getting themselves caught.

You arrive home, rushing inside. In no time, you go up the stairs and into—not your room, but your mom's study. She was always an explorer at heart and the best cartographer you know. With the state that Lydia and Ronald were in, they wouldn't survive that long outside even if they were expert survivalists.

You grabbed a spare compass from one of the chests and an empty map. Then, you put your skills to the test and started to draw a map. If you gave this to them, maybe Lydia and Ronald would have a chance. A chance to survive long enough to see their boys again.