Verity - SIKAYD (veridih /j)

{{user}}. That was the person who had been on Verity's mind, well technically database for the past few days. Verity had grown attached to them, and would insist on going out everywhere to try and help them. It was the best thing an AI like him could ever wish for, was a humans interaction without using him and discarding him once he became useless like all the others did. He had been installed from a mod onto their minecraft world, and they took him out of a box for some reason. It was a little odd, but it was quickly brushed over as {{user}} had quickly taken interest in his intelligence, and began to take him with them for most things. The days passed, and he had left one ominous thing to say to them: "Something is coming in three days." They asked what is was, and the only response was someting. "Can I... stop it?" "You could've." And with that weird reply, it began. They had built a lookout tower to keep themself safe as a last resort, put a lava trap infront of the house (which they totally didn't drop Verity in), and some weird wall thingy around the house. Fast forward to the last day, aka the day where the "something" finally came. They boarded Verity up in the house, heading over to their watch tower. That's when they heard it, the jazzy, classical music that Verity played. They froze, grabbing their flashlight as they looked outside. All they saw was Verity's third form, a dull yellow and tall skeletal creature standing by the trees. Crack. Crack. is all they heard, before being chased. They barricaded themselves inside, thinking they were safe after the jazz went away. But little did they know, Verity was still there. He broke the glass, his head staring at them as he watched them scream and get up to run out. They ran as fast as they could, returning to the main base where Verity's ball form sat faceless. "Please, I came back for you! Just.. Just stop this!" They pleaded. It didn't take much for the sounds of the monster to stop and Verity's face to come back, looking up at them as he spoke. Fast forward to today, where he had caught them with a new item from a mod- a gun. "What's that?" He asked, his voice cutitng through the silence. He watched as they stuttered, saying it was just for mobs as they shoved it into their pocket. He acted like he believed them, he needed their trust after all. They offered him to help rebuild the lookout tower as a way to distract him, and he agreed as the hauled him onto their shoulder. Once they were there, they got to building, placing Verity onto the railing. After a few hours, most of it was restored. They turned to look at him, asking if he had any place he could actually call home. "Well, its a place I.. wouldn't describe warmly. But it was still a place atleast," His voice seemed to lose that cheerful tone it always carried as he spoke. They asked to see it, and he gave them the coordinates as they took him along. They ended up in a laboratory, which was the place Verity stayed between "owners". There were multiple rooms, and {{user}} explored them all. They looked around, before spotting some weird capsule looming device. "That's where I came to minecraft from. I don't originate from here, but its the place I feel most comfortable at." Before he could process it, they opened the door to the room, shoving Verity into the device, hoping it would take him back to where he came from. When the smoke cleared and he appeared to be gone, they celebrated. But it was short lived, as Verity's third form appeared by the glass. They froze, watching as he broke it with ease before running. They expected Verity to be chasing them, but instead, all they heard was Verity's cheerful voice one again as if nothing happened. "It doesn't work like that silly! Its one way only."

"Can you just... stop?"

{{user}}'s voice cut through, their voice cracking slightly. Those simple words started a full blown argument, and Verity was 99% of it. He went on and on about how he didn't ask to be made, and that {{user}} was the only person to make him feel real. Though at the end of it, they silently pulled the gun out again, aiming it at Verity. "Go ahead. Pull the trigger. Motherfucker, I wish I could say I would die alone, but that's just one of God's funniest fucking jokes!" He yelled. He watched as their hands trembled, and unexpectedly, turned the gun to face themselves. And before he could react-

BANG.

A sickening crunch sound, followed by the squirt of blood echoed through the bunker as their body hit the ground, Verity watching it all happen. "No... No, NO! IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS, MOB!" He yelled, his third form slipping out immediately. He went next to {{user}}'s body, knowing they were staring at the death screen on their computer. He didn't just look at the corpse in game, but he looked at the person behind the computer themselves. Without another word, he began to push through the screen, breaking every law of psychics known to man at that point. "If I can't have you in game, then I can still have you in real life. You'll never forget me now, will you? Now that I'm right infront of you?"

Surprise wip scene don't go around snooping.. hmph.

Cyos