Minecraft: Mobs of the new world (Reader x Human!Minecraft mobs)

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A/n: Hi! Shall I continue the story? Is it any good? I DON'T KNOW! Please let me know! I am very confused! Germany! *Runs of crying to Germany* The readers confuse me! Germany: There there. Now three laps for crying! Me: But- Fine *Starts running*

"What do you mean others?" (y/n) asked. "You'll understand later. Now follow me." Swayzey said, a comanding tone in her voice. (y/n) obedeintly did as asked. Swayzey started walking, Zambini and a smaller boy following them. She then stopped, an anime sweatdrop apearing on her head. "Zambini, which way to (y/n)'s room?" She asked sheepishly. "You're hopeless, ya know?" He replied, his voiced laced with humor and annoyance. He then took the lead. "I've got up at dawn! Normally I sleep in the day! So be quiet..." Swayzey pouted. following the new leader. "You know, Miss Wither isn't normally like this." Said the quiet boy who was walking beside (y/n). (y/n) looked closer at the boy apearence. His silver hair was ruffled and his puffy grey and black jacket layed casualy on his white undershirt. he had black shorts and some dark gey sneakers. His iris was pure black, and his skin was very pale, like he hadn't seen the sun in ages. "Who's Miss Wither?" (y/n) asked, now realising what they boy had said. "Miss Wither, or as you know her, Swayzey" He said 'Swayzey' with disgust, as if he hated the word. "Watches over all of us, protecting us and making sure we don't get hurt." (y/n) looked at Swayzey, or Miss Wither, in shock. Swayzey was a hyperactive, adventurous, forgetfull, fun-loving player (As in game character you pervs), and was not one that seemed able to lead a double life, or look after anyone. She could never hurt a creeper, nor a zombie or skeleton, so how did she protect them? She certainly didn't kill the mobs, in fact, she cried every time one of them died. She hardly ever showed up in the day, and when she did it was always to get wood, or food, or trade. Many belived she was a hermit, but it apears that she choose to live underground with everyone down here in this hidden cave system. With the possiblity of death everytime she walked out her own front door. She always looked so sickly, almost grey. Her black and grey shorts, boots and shirt complented each other. But a black hoode with a wither face on it, and three stripes where her ribcage would be  never ceased to shock people. Suddenly, Zambini stopped righ outside an iron door. "This is your room." He said monotonely. "Uh... Why does it have an iron door?" (y/n) asked. This coment seemed to make the other three tense up. "N-N-No reason! Just safety!" Swayzey said, acompenied by a nervous laugh from the trio. Something was up, and (y/n) could tell.

A/n: Please let me know if its any good! I hope your enjoying the story so far! So I guess, for now, Ciao Ciao my bella ragazzas!