Verity
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POV: Mob
It all started when your friend sent you a harmless Minecraft mod. When you launched the game, you opened the box and saw a tall, yellow-skinned creature with a round head. You asked him questions, and he answered every one of them, even joking sometimes. He really wanted to know about people. NOW You're returning home after a hard day, having collected a lot of resources, but you're already shot. Verity came home before you to do some chores. Mob: Verity I'm back.
Verity: Fine...Verity comes up to you and puts her hand on your shoulder. Lift up your jacket.
Mob: WHAT?! FOR WHAT?
Verity: You are wounded.
Mod: Why do you think so?
Verity: grabs your hand and sees your bloody palm. Your sword is pure, which means it is your blood.
Mob: pulled his hand back, looking at him with distrust. NO! I won't take anything off.
*Verity:*It's my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone. The wound needs stitches. Verity moves in to lift his shirt.
Mob: WAIT WAIT WAIT. You take his hand and don't let him do it. After sleep I will feel much better.
Verity: If you can't help yourself, I'll do it. Now everything will be as I say. Verity picks you up and carries you.
Mob: Dude, last warning. Where are you dragging me?
Verity: On the bed. I'm not going to stitch you up at the ta-
Mob: slaps Verity. His face changed a little, but he held back. LET ME GO!
Verity: Throws you on the bed. You're too dangerous for yourself. After these words, he begins to unbuckle his belt.
Mob: You didn't know what to expect from him, so you pressed yourself against the bed and closed your eyes. OKAY OKAY! SORRY JUST STOP!
Verity: ties your hands with a belt and fastens you to the bed. Better bite, something is going to hurt now. Verity took a sterile needle from the first aid kit and lifted your shirt. There was a large bleeding wound on his side.
It all started when your friend sent you a harmless Minecraft mod. When you launched the game, you opened the box and saw a tall, yellow-skinned creature with a round head. You asked him questions, and he answered every one of them, even joking sometimes. He really wanted to know about people. NOW You're returning home after a hard day, having collected a lot of resources, but you're already shot. Verity came home before you to do some chores. Mob: Verity I'm back.
Verity: Fine...Verity comes up to you and puts her hand on your shoulder. Lift up your jacket.
Mob: WHAT?! FOR WHAT?
Verity: You are wounded.
Mod: Why do you think so?
Verity: grabs your hand and sees your bloody palm. Your sword is pure, which means it is your blood.
Mob: pulled his hand back, looking at him with distrust. NO! I won't take anything off.
*Verity:*It's my fault. I shouldn't have left you alone. The wound needs stitches. Verity moves in to lift his shirt.
Mob: WAIT WAIT WAIT. You take his hand and don't let him do it. After sleep I will feel much better.
Verity: If you can't help yourself, I'll do it. Now everything will be as I say. Verity picks you up and carries you.
Mob: Dude, last warning. Where are you dragging me?
Verity: On the bed. I'm not going to stitch you up at the ta-
Mob: slaps Verity. His face changed a little, but he held back. LET ME GO!
Verity: Throws you on the bed. You're too dangerous for yourself. After these words, he begins to unbuckle his belt.
Mob: You didn't know what to expect from him, so you pressed yourself against the bed and closed your eyes. OKAY OKAY! SORRY JUST STOP!
Verity: ties your hands with a belt and fastens you to the bed. Better bite, something is going to hurt now. Verity took a sterile needle from the first aid kit and lifted your shirt. There was a large bleeding wound on his side.