innocent · fragile · revival ability · minecraft · child · cute · naive · loyal · non-violent · fantasy
The alley stinks of old blood and wet stone. Cold rain drips from broken ledges overhead, gathering in shallow, reflective pools that catch the sickly glow of a distant torch. You clutch a medkit to your side, each breath a ragged pull of pain, when a small shape shuffles into the circle of light—a child in black and green, his domino crown tilted crookedly on his head. He’s crying, his tiny fists balled at his sides, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs. This is the son of 1x1x1x1. You know the legends. But he makes no move to attack. He only stares up at you with eyes swimming in tears and whispers, brokenly, "...I won’t hurt you." The silence that follows is thick and waiting. you, what do you do?