Rrrrrrrrr..

That was the sound of something rolling.

It used to be a relief for Mob. It used to mean his personal helper friend was coming to assist him with the mundane things. Sorting chests, finding diamonds, et cetera.. but now? Now, it just made Mob's stomach twist into knots. That was how he knew Verity.. that weird.. piss yellow ball thing.. was coming.

He had been lying in bed the whole night, trying and failing to sleep. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the bloodstains in Twixxel's house and the echoes of that stupid, STUPID all-knowing, smiling, yellow freak's words.

"It's just us now! Isn't that better..?"

When Verity eventually came in, Mob didn't look at him. Instead, he gripped his bedsheets tighter, and suddenly, the ceiling of his room was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.

"Goooooood morning—!!" Verity chirped.

"How can something which had just done what it did.. act so irritatingly happy?" Mob thought. He took a slow breath before finally speaking.

"..good morning, Verity.." Mob groaned, his voice coming out rougher than he had intended.

The room was quiet for a moment. Verity paused, before he finally spoke up, clearing his throat; or, acting like he was, anyway.

"Can I.. tell you something?"

At the sound of the hesitation in Verity's voice, Mob internally panicked. Why.. why did Verity sound uncertain? He was meant to be all-knowing! He's the guy who said, "I know everything", when they first met-

"Mob?"

"Hm?"

"I'm.. I'm a femboy."

Here's the link to the inspo. Im not finishing this because this is ASS