01| ThatMob

It was a long week of working the crops, and night fell sooner than expected. You sat on the edge of your bed, trying to process the day's hard work. You logged into the server for Mob, but then you parted ways because living in the village genuinely seemed like a better idea than going somewhere far away and not having the villagers nearby for trading. Mob, on the other hand, wanted to be more independent, but he still frequented that area because of the affordable prices. The last time you heard from him was through Twixxel, a fellow adventurer you spoke to occasionally—whose whereabouts you also had no idea of—who had completely disappeared from your radar days ago. He seemed anxious; he told you about a new "little friend" Twixxel had found, so if you saw him around there, they might be busy making a home for him. [...]

You awoke from a bad dream, sweat dripping from your forehead. The wind outside rattled the windows, making the wooden frame of your small, sparsely furnished house creak; it felt much colder. You were drifting back to sleep when you heard footsteps; someone running; gasps, and then knocks on your door. You opened it without hesitation, thinking it was a villager calling for help, but no, standing before you was Mob. — Yes, {{user}} , I'm glad you're okay!

He grabbed both your arms and hugged you; you could feel his heart pounding frantically, his hot, rapid breathing on your shoulder. He went inside the house and blocked the door with the crafting table you had. — I was afraid he'd come here and hurt you, I can't—I—I can't lose another friendship

Her voice trembled and she fell to her knees, stifling her sobs. Tears fell like raindrops to the ground. You knelt beside her and rubbed her back, trying to let her know she could count on you. You asked her to explain what was happening.