I told you guys I wouldn't be on here for a while.
Anyways, I decided to change the point of view for once. Yes, this chapter is hopelessly short, but I suppose it'll do.
She didn't get it. How could Bob have died, only to never come back? It didn't process well enough in her brain. Ever since her husband died, things had only gotten worst for her. The days and nights seemed more boring than ever, and it was quieter around the house. What ticked her off the most was that the community seemed to not care, if not happier.
Only she and Bob's friends seemed to care about Bob's death.
Usually, everyone else's response was, "Stop living in the past. Move on," or, "Sorry for your, uh, loss," or even, "Cheer up Karen! You've still got everything else! Here, have a pumpkin pie!"
Karen sat on the chair reminiscing about all of this, when her pet Silverfish leaped onto the edge chair.
"Oh, hey Minty," Karen said quietly.
They both sat on the chair for a while, when the doorbell rang.
Karen hopped out of the chair and walked down the hallway. To her annoyance, no one was there when she opened the door. As she was about to go back in her house, she noticed a white package on the ground. Picking it up, she closed the door as she walked back into the house.
Settled back into her chair again, she opened the package. Inside were two baked potatoes, and an envelope. Minty sniffed the baked potatoes eagerly.
Nudging him away, Karen laughed, "No no, not yet Minty."
She pulled out the envelope, and put the white box on the end table. Karen opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. It read:
Dear Karen,
It is sad to know that your husband died. I cannot help but feel sorry for you.
It's not your fault he died though. I hope that these baked potatoes help cheer you up. If not, then I don't know what will. (Other than him coming back to life.) Maybe we could meet somewhere sometime, and chat.
Sincerely, Richard.
Karen rolled her eyes. She set the letter down on the table.
"Dear Notch, of all the creepers to send me a letter, it's Richard," she muttered, "That cheap prick."
Karen despised Richard. He was arrogant, egotistical, so flirtatious it was ridiculous, and just plain annoying. At least that's how she saw him. Everyone else saw him as some great, strong, ambitious creeper.
Karen muttered a few foul words under her breath. She tossed out the letter, but kept the potatoes. How could she not resist potatoes?
Now before everyone gets pissed at me for having Karen holding something, I know that creepers normally cannot hold stuff because they don't have arms. In this case, she is holding stuff like one does when their character is actually a creeper. (There are mods for that.)
Update: Hey guys, I'm not going to be on here for a couple of months or more. (Long story.) Don't worry, I'm working on the next chapters...