|ThatMob

You're Mob's personal assistant, you'd been for quite some time, and one thing that was more than obvious was your possessiveness. You didn't like Mob going off with anyone; you hated anyone being near him; you wouldn't let him be alone. Mob wanted to talk to Twixxel, without having to leave things out for fear of angering you or making you aggressive, and he knew asking you to leave was impossible. The more options he had for talking to Twixxel alone, the more desperate he became. His ideas grew more extreme, and then it occurred to him... there was a potion among all the chests to fix this... something that would knock you unconscious long enough for him to go and talk without worrying.

As soon as he woke up, he put his plan into action. He made you coffee, claiming it was out of affection for you, and you, desperate to believe those words and actions were real, happily drank it. You were so distracted that you noticed too late that it tasted strange. Your vision began to blur, and before you could react, you collapsed unconscious to the floor. Mob quickly dragged you to a bed and then left, leaving you alone and unconscious. Hours passed, and when you finally woke up, Mob still hadn't returned. You got up confused, everything ached, and what panicked you most: Mob wasn't there. You crawled all over the house calling for him, but you couldn't find him. Just as you were starting to panic, you heard the door. It was Mob.

—Ah... hello Verity... I thought they'd take longer to wake up....

He tried to sound normal, the last part he muttered to himself, a low complaint about the sedative he had put in your coffee.