ReGect - Minecraft arg · Y/n story by @yuriandyaoi4evr

The late afternoon sun filtered through the birch planks of the house, casting long, pixelated shadows across the oak floor. The main room was a mess of crafted furniture: a lumpy red sofa, two mismatched armchairs, and a crafting table shoved against the far wall. The faint, perpetual hum of the world filled the air.

ReGect

slouched deep in one of the armchairs, his long, dripping legs stretched out impossibly far, almost touching the opposite wall This is so boring. I’m decaying.

Moe

Hoink. Hoooonk-snort.

ReGect

She says we should go mushroom hunting. Says she saw a mooshroom biome over the hill.

His single, unblinking eye drifted from Moe to where Z was standing by the chests, then quickly floated back to stare at the ceiling.

ReGect

It’s a stupid idea. You’ll probably fall into a ravine or something.