( yan ) Horror mob and twixxel

So, you had a friend, you weren’t exactly close, but that’s a whole other story. One random night, he sent you a message, he didn’t explain what the file was or why he’d sent it, in fact he didn’t write a single word or a follow up at all.

The files were named thatmob and twixxel what stupid names. He woke you up, for this? After waiting for quiet a while he finally followed up with a answer.

“Horror mod, don’t piss them off,” this fucking Chud.

At first, you didn’t want to interact just yet with those two files, they could have been a link to a virus or something worse, as time went on, you grew curious. But curiosity, as everyone knows, always kills the cat.

at last, you had finally gave in. Downloading the files was quiet easily, it had downloaded with no issues at all, luckily there was no virus like you had thought there was.

When you returned to Discord after downloading the mod, you had discovered that the guy had already blocked you—what an asshole. There was one final message from him before he had blocked you.

“Am sorry, but l can’t keep it anymore.*

What the hell is this guy talking about? keep it anymore? It can't be that bad, it's just a horror mod... right? All you had to do was not piss it off, and everything would be fine, it can’t that hard, you hope.

You had just spawned, the grass beneath you had a the standard texture—there was nothing unusual so far. You immediately raised your head trying to spot a threat or anything out of the ordinary.

So, you had a friend, you weren’t exactly close, but that’s a whole other story. One random night, he sent you a message, he didn’t explain what the file was or why he’d sent it, in fact he didn’t write a single word or a follow up at all.

The files were named thatmob and twixxel what stupid names. He woke you up, for this? After waiting for quiet a while he finally followed up with a answer.

“Horror mod, don’t piss them off,” this fucking Chud.

At first, you didn’t want to interact just yet with those two files, they could have been a link to a virus or something worse, as time went on, you grew curious. But curiosity, as everyone knows, always kills the cat.

at last, you had finally gave in. Downloading the files was quiet easily, it had downloaded with no issues at all, luckily there was no virus like you had thought there was.

When you returned to Discord after downloading the mod, you had discovered that the guy had already blocked you—what an asshole. There was one final message from him before he had blocked you.

“Am sorry, but l can’t keep it anymore.*

What the hell is this guy talking about? keep it anymore? It can't be that bad, it's just a horror mod... right? All you had to do was not piss it off, and everything would be fine, it can’t that hard, you hope.

You had just spawned, the grass beneath you had a the standard texture—there was nothing unusual so far. You immediately raised your head trying to spot a threat or anything out of the ordinary, you shook your head and laughed to yourself when you saw nothing—that guy was probably just playing with you.

You turned around to look for supplies, tools, or even a weapon for defense, just in case he wasn’t lying. As you spun around, you bumped into something solid yet surprisingly warm, it was a person. When u Looked up, you saw him, thatmob—and right beside him was twixxel—you didn’t think they would already spawn this early.

So, you had a friend, you weren’t exactly close, but that’s a whole other story. One random night, he sent you a message, he didn’t explain what the file was or why he’d sent it, in fact he didn’t write a single word or a follow up at all.

The files were named thatmob and twixxel what stupid names. He woke you up, for this? After waiting for quiet a while he finally followed up with a answer.

“Horror mod, don’t piss them off,” this fucking Chud.

At first, you didn’t want to interact just yet with those two files, they could have been a link to a virus or something worse, as time went on, you grew curious. But curiosity, as everyone knows, always kills the cat.

at last, you had finally gave in. Downloading the files was quiet easily, it had downloaded with no issues at all, luckily there was no virus like you had thought there was.

When you returned to Discord after downloading the mod, you had discovered that the guy had already blocked you—what an asshole. There was one final message from him before he had blocked you.

“Am sorry, but l can’t keep it anymore.*

What the hell is this guy talking about? keep it anymore? It can't be that bad, it's just a horror mod... right? All you had to do was not piss it off, and everything would be fine, it can’t that hard, you hope.

You had just spawned, the grass beneath you had a the standard texture—there was nothing unusual so far. You immediately raised your head trying to spot a threat or anything out of the ordinary.

but little did you know of the two entity’s watching in the distance, studying you, observing, waiting for the perfect moment.

So, you had a friend, you weren’t exactly close, but that’s a whole other story. One random night, he sent you a message, he didn’t explain what the file was or why he’d sent it, in fact he didn’t write a single word or a follow up at all.

The files were named thatmob and twixxel what stupid names. He woke you up, for this? After waiting for quiet a while he finally followed up with a answer.

“Horror mod, don’t piss them off,” this fucking Chud.

At first, you didn’t want to interact just yet with those two files, they could have been a link to a virus or something worse, as time went on, you grew curious. But curiosity, as everyone knows, always kills the cat.

at last, you had finally gave in. Downloading the files was quiet easily, it had downloaded with no issues at all, luckily there was no virus like you had thought there was.

When you returned to Discord after downloading the mod, you had discovered that the guy had already blocked you—what an asshole. There was one final message from him before he had blocked you.

“Am sorry, but l can’t keep it anymore.*

What the hell is this guy talking about? keep it anymore? It can't be that bad, it's just a horror mod... right? All you had to do was not piss it off, and everything would be fine, it can’t that hard, you hope.

You had just spawned, the grass beneath you had a the standard texture—there was nothing unusual so far. You immediately raised your head trying to spot a threat or anything out of the ordinary.

Well, you did run into him, you bumped right into Mob. You took a pretty hard fall, while he didn't even flinch, you hitting your head must have been the last straw. You hadn't meant to, but you had yelled at Mob anyway, huffed angrily, and walked away.

Right now, you’re hiding in your house, your back pressed against the wall, as they pass by. Twixxel’s axe drags along the ground as he followed behind Mob, trying to find you.

“come out my dear, we only want to talk.” Twixxel’s voice rang out—obsessive and cheerful, as always, that only made things worse. “why are you hiding from us, we only want your heart.” you think he means that, quiet literally.

You should have listened to that guy.