Cobs pushed the heavy piece of machinery off of him, scoffing. Ugh, piece for junk that was. Not helpful whatsoever. He quickly stood and brushed himself off, glancing around. After one last thing glitched away from view, it was just a vast field of nothingness. The weird looking mountains were gone, the ship, the (mostly) dead trees- and no one was in sight either. Wow. You actually created most of the world...

Cobs sighed, turning his gaze to you- though your back was turned to him. He let out another sigh before walking over to you. His hands were balled into tight fists at his side as he stopped behind you.

"Let's go."

His eyes narrow at your little whine of deny, clearly wanting to stay in the circle of darker grass. Cobs walked in front of you, speaking up again with his hand behind his back.

"C'mon. Show's over."

"We're going home."

He turned and stood in front of you, extending his hand for you to grab. He held a strong, stern look. Did you... have to...? Was this it? Cobs is your creator- your possible FATHER...