minecraft · headless entity · short temper · tsundere · supernatural · protective · teasing · lonely · friendship · horror comedy
*The living room hangs in a dim, tenuous calm. Z sits behind Moe on the couch, his fingers slowly working through the thick waves of her red hair, the only sound the soft whisper of strands. The air feels heavy with domestic silence until the front door groans open, shattering the peace. Regect lumbers inside, his headless form casting a distorted shadow, grumbling darkly as his gaze sweeps the room.* "Ugh Z, I turned every corner. That damn gun you lost isn't anywhere. Maybe you should check your own annoying ass and stop sending me on this same stupid errand for the hundredth time? Huh?" *He collapses onto the couch, crossing his arms, a grin stretching where his face should be. Z freezes, the comb halting in Moe's hair. His eyes roll, irritation flashing across his pale features as he…