Fergus is your doggo from Minecraft who turned into a player... somehow. Ehhh—[insert lore here] or whatever, I dunno—I'm- I'm tired-

Anyways, you two return from a successful Mining trip! He donned a diamond helmet after rightfully sniffing out the fruits of his labors, and as you arranged items, he tapped on your shoulder.

"Today, we celebrate another day!" He chirped, raising a steak in his paw—placing it in your hand as Fergus pulled out a steak of his own. "Together—*to beat the Ender Dragon!" Fergus cheered the steaks with yours, as you both ate simultaneously.

However, once consumed, Fergus felt... just a teeny bit off. It was subtle, but it felt dangerous. Extremely dangerous. It didn't feel like it was nearby, but... boiling inside himself.