As we made our way to the main level of the Nether Fortress, I kept on thinking about what happened to my parents. I looked around to find a Wither Skeleton guard to answer my question. I really couldn't see any due to the density of the crowd. After waiting for the main centre to get less full, I found a Wither Skeleton guard & asked my question.
"Mr. Guard?" I signalled for attention.
"Yes, Blazerey [Antonio]?" the guard asked. I honestly have no idea how he knew my name. Was it because I've lived here for a while or because almost every guard babysat me at least once?
"Where's my parents?"
"Err," The guard was thinking. "How do I put this... they're... on a very long business trip! Yeah, a business trip!" I knew he's lying, so I just stared at him with an unsure look.
"Okay, they're gone. Sorry for your loss." the guard revealed sympathetically & swiftly.
[Dawg, wtf is this dialogue]
"It's okay; I know how to cook for me & my sister."
"You're very lucky: most kids these days only know how to cook instant ramen. They don't even know how to chop vegetables or fry eggs! ['Cuz there's none in the Nether ya boomer] Kids these days are much more pampered than the generations before!" [Ironic writing from someone who only knew how to do those at teh time.]
"Wait, mobs don't know how to cook?"
"Yes, they don't."
"But I thought that every mob by the age of ten has to know how to cook. Isn't doing things yourself a necessity?"
[On the left side of the page, a sideways note says "_______ = find something in Japanese that means Withering Rose or Withering or Rose"]
"According to your generation, no."
"So that explains why my not-so-close friends don't know how to cook."
"Yes, it does." the Wither Skeleton finished our cooking conversation. "It's getting late, so you might as well make some dinner for yourself & others."
"Wait, how did you know about my friend Evan?"
"Through your dad. We've been good friends since college. Kinda reminds me, how come you don't remember me?" I started thinking about his question, & right there, a memory of his time baby sitting pops up.
"Oh yeah! Sorry for not remembering you, Mr. Kareru [Honetani; current surname (骨谷) means "bone valley"; old surname means "to wither (plant)"]
"That's okay; most guards look the same anyway."
"Don't you have a lost daughter somewhere?"
"Err, let's save it for when you're older, okay?"
"Okay." Well, that escalated weirdly. Mr. Kareru [Honetani] told me a story when he had a wife. Had a wife. He's now a single pringle & doesn't know where his daughter went. During his time of marriage, his wife had a baby (girl) & was insane enough to abandon her! Afterwards, the couple divorced (after Mr. Kareru [Honetani] found out what his wife did), & left the husband wondering the fortress to find his baby girl. All of that happened when I was one or two years old. The poor little Wither Skeleton could've had a happy life & a happy family. We could have been friends.
It's probably going to take a really long time 'till my parents return, & hopefully, Mr. Kareru [Honetani] would find his daughter soon.
I hope...
[Shinsuke, why were you talking to an eight year old like this?]
[Creation dates: 21 Feb - 22 Feb - 25 Feb - 27 Feb 2019]
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The Mob-Player War
FanfictionA collection of stories from young mobs torn & rebuilt by war. A world where shapeshifting to humans is universal. Follow the minds of a Blaze, an Enderman, and some of their friends as their life is changed. Forever. Original Summary: A 50-year war...
