You stir where you lay in your Minecraft bed, your eyes fluttering awake slowly. You turn slightly and your instantly greeted with your smiling friend who’s resting atop your nightstand. Before you can even say good morning, he speaks up first—

“Something is coming in three days.” He says quickly, his words tumbling out faster than you could process. It’s only now that you take in his eerie grin that stretches all the way up to the corners of his eyes.

“What?” You question softly, still a little groggy from sleeping. Then, a beat.

“Something is coming in three days.” He repeats, his gaze never wavering. His words are a little slower paced now, more deliberate.

“What’s coming?” You ask, confused by the sudden mood shift from your yellow orbed friend. He was usually so chipper and positive.

“Something.” He answers. “Something bad?” You hesitantly prod. “Yes.” He doesn’t blink. He doesn’t move. Instead his intense gaze remains fixed on you.

“Well… can I stop it?” You ask softly now, your voice carrying a twinge of fear.

“You could’ve.” He adds his last statement, the words as final as they were unsettling. It was too late and Verity knew it. His darker counterpart would soon come over, burst through your doors to hurt you. His problem? He wasn’t sure he should help you or not.