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Nix
"An anonymous tip, he'd said." The group of pastas surround me, and I was sitting on the couch. I explained what'd Arthur had spoken about. "Why'd youpretend to have something wrong?" Jeff piped up. "Eh, well, I was desperate I guess. I didn't know howto make them leave." I heard Jack mutter something about accuracy. "So, that's about it." I bit my lip. "Creepypasta hunters.." My leg shook. "Hey, we'll be alright!" Ben spoke. "They're out for your blood, Ben." I glanced over, noticing how Herobrine too had a concerned expression. Something pushed on my chest inside.
It was my fault.
No no, it was ture, but I wasn't feeling guilt.
This was something that made me shake and sweat, feel as if though my lungs were slowly collapsing.
Fear.
I pondered. I'd never actually been afraid of much, have I? It was uncomfortable, the feeling of compression in your chest. I quickly decided that I didn't like it.
"If they try to hurt you guys, I'm on your side." They store at me, a bit surprised. "Really?" Masky had spoken up. "Of course. You guys are the most family I've ever had, immortal or not." They all grinned, and Sally hopped up on the couch next to me. "So you're my sister then?" I smiled, patting her head. "I'm your sister then."
"So.." An hour had passed and everyone had returned to their usual activities. "What now?" I shrugged, the feeling of compression still drifting in my lungs. "I don't know, Hero. If I did I'd tell you." I immediately regretted what I'd said. Damn it, I'm a bitch sometimes. "Sorry." I quickly muttered. Hero just laughed. "You're worried, that's all.." I once again zoned out.
What was I afraid of?
Guns?
Weapons?
Blood?
I mentally pondered. What else was there to be afraid of?
"Nix.." I turned. "Stop doing thaaaat.." Herobrine poked my shoulder. "It's not on purpose, it just happens.." I whined. "Sorry."
"You apologize to much."
"Sorr-" I glared at Herobrine's amused face.
"Shut up."