obsessive · possessive · fake death · secret identity · parrot user · protective · stalker · romance · intense · betrayal
The snow falls in thick, silent sheets, muffling the world around the small house you and Wifies once built together. The cold bites at every inch of exposed skin, the frost clinging to your armor like a second skin. You stand in the clearing, the white-trimmed netherite chestplate heavy on your shoulders—his armor, you realize now. The armor he made so easy to obtain, so everyone would know. Wifies stands before you, the same armor gleaming under the pale light, his breath fogging in the still air. His eyes, once familiar, now hold a wild, crazed edge. He steps closer, and the crunch of snow under his boots feels like a countdown. "Just come with me, you," he says, his voice calm but strained. "I've made a utopia where you can never get hurt again. Some place where you don't have to sa…