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

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A/n: Ciao! I'm not gonna make excuses. I haven't updated because of a purple glitter unicorn. Not really. I wish it was, but I have been writing another story and I'm one lazy butt. So, here is yo chapters my bella ragazzas!

(y/n) stood in the doorway to her room, thinking about what Swayzey100 had said. After five minutes of standing there, a million miles away, but a rumbling in her stomach snapped her back to reality. Her hand went instinctively to her stomach, and she looked around, hoing no-one heard that. Her ears detected nothing but the quiet sounds of Sway- Miss Wither, snoring. Swayzey looked around again, trying to locate where the button or presure plate for the door was. Seeing none, (y/n) layed back, lying on the wooden floor. She felt the floor move undeneath her, and realised she was lying on the presure plate. "Derp." Muttered (y/n), exiting the room. (y/n) walked through the hall, trying to remember the directions to the kitchen. (Should I be evil? Yeah.) "Third door to your left. That was it." Said (y/n) proudly, walking up to the wooden door and pushing it open. It squeaked slightly, causing (y/n) to flinch and pray it didn't wake Wither. (I AM NOW CALLED WITHER. DEAL.) When (y/n) looked at the room, expecting it to be full of cooking things, what she did not expect it have in it was a shirtless male. He looked towards the sound of the noise, and saw (y/n). A steve. The two of them stood frzen for a second, staring at each other, (y/n) turning a deep shade of red. The male growled, the cupped his mouth with his hands. "STEVE!" He yelled, at the top of his voice. Wither fell of her chair, snapping awake. When the male shouted again, Wither mistook the word 'Steve' for 'Sheep'. (y/n) stood trembling, wondering wh this man was and why he was calling her 'Steve' like the mobs do. She soon snapped back to her senses as she saw a wither skull, glowing, get thrown at the wall next to her head. When it made contact with the wall, it exploded, sending (y/n) crashing into the wall behind her. "WHERE. IS. THAT. SHEEP." Growled Wither. The male's orange eyes widened, and he ran up to Wither. He grabbed her arms, and forced them to stay pinned to her body. "No sheep. Just a steve." He growled, calming the female. She took a few deep breaths, then looked at (y/n). "She is meant to be here. Treat her with kindness, or I will not hesitate to grind your blaze rods into dust, while you are alive." She calmly stated, still not breaking eye contact with (y/n). The male nodded quickly, then scurried into his room, shutting the door. Wither walked over to (y/n), holding out her hand. "Sorry about Blake. He hates the night, but I guess that is to be expected of if you were spawned in the nether..."

"What?! He spawned in the nether?!"

"Uh... Forget I said anything."

"Explain Swayzey!"

"Call me Wither."

"Then exlain Wither! And why Wither of all names?!"

"Oh boy... Wait untill dusk tomorrow. All will be explained then."

A/n: P.S: If Germany is looking for me or Italy, we are at the park. Not at the gelato and Pasta shop.