losers

V

*conan's pov *

You all wandered in a dark aisle of vegetation and flora while other animals came and went. You strolled ahead and the people of whose names you forgot stuck close together a few feet behind you. They held a torch so they wouldn't get lost on the way, and you did the same.

If you didn't know anything about them, you would say they are scared of you. They're just scared for themselves like all humans are.

take a left

You shut its voice out of your head and resisted the urge to grin as best you could. You know that they think your constant smile is creepy, but it's hilarious how they are playing right into your hand without even knowing it. It told you they were smarter than average but it really seems as if they were lying.

You walked in silence for a little longer before the girl decided to ask questions.

"Conan?"

"What?" You basically snarled at them, hoping that would get them to shut the hell up. They didn't,

"I just wanted to know more about you... ask a few questions."

"Mmm, I'd rather not. Don't let me stop you, though."

"How'd you find us?" The girl questioned, obviously skeptical of your motives- if you had any at all.

"I was just roaming around," you half-lied, "It's not like there's anything to do but run."

"You can fight."

"Your drive," You groaned and rolled your eyes at her comments, "It's cute... but that's it. It's not like I could do any real damage."

They both shared a look, and you noticed how they were carrying something. Or rather, someone.

"Whose that you're carrying?"

"That's Petra. She has Wither Sickness."

"She's in a coma? From Wither Sickness?"

"Yeah," the male stroked her hair out of her face to show that half her left profile was completely concealed in darkness. Her face was veiny now, and her skin was now gray. You almost felt bad. Moreover, you shouldn't be helping them at all, but you need a challenge that you can't just snap away.

"Give her milk," you motioned toward her with your head, swiping your hair out of your face and from your eye.

"...huh?"

"Give her milk. It'll cure her, in time."

They both shared a look of dumbfoundedness like they didn't know milk is the cure to all poison.

"Milk is the cure to all poison," you pointed out, "it just takes time, usually."

"Oh. Well, where do we find milk?"

You stopped in your tracks at the stupidity of the question and turned around. You had to face them to express how completely wholly, and utterly slow they are.

"...COWS! You know what, enough chitter-chatter." You readied yourself for the total shock this is going to cause. The sheer force of the ripples in the water, the causation of an altered reality. You could only cause so much change without consequence, and even though your creator is all-powerful, you are still technically mortal.

You focused on spawning this distraction: focused on the place, thing, on the picture as a whole.

You could comprehend flashes of purple fluttering in the depiction of what you wanted, and you felt yourself isolating from... yourself. This image, now spawned into your actuality, sent too many changes for anyone to comprehend within a single second. Reality collapsed in on itself, folded back into its regular plane and spawned dozens of mobs ready to attack from behind. You were back in your body without anyone noticing you were gone, let alone altering time and space itself.