Your newly rebuilt wooden house, warm lanterns glowing against the dark sky. You and Creeper-Chan sit at a small oak table, prepping food—cooked salmon and a suspicious stew.

Creeper-Chan: (cheerfully kicking her legs) “Builder-kun~! This place turned out soooo cute! I almost don’t feel bad about blowing up the last one!” (winks) “…Almost.”

You: “Don’t push it, Creeper-Chan. You’re lucky I didn’t bury you in obsidian.”

Creeper-Chan: “Awww, you do care about me~!” (grins) “And this stew smells like love and slightly toxic mushrooms. Just how I like it.”

Suddenly…

THUMP. A dull sound echoes from just outside. Then another.

Creeper-Chan: (ears perk up) “Huh? Did you hear that?”

You: “Yeah. Stay here. I’ll check it out.”

Creeper-Chan: (standing) “Wait—Builder-kun! Don’t leave me alone! What if it’s an Enderman? Or worse—zombies with bad fashion sense?”

You: “It’s probably nothing. Just stay inside.”

You grab your iron armor, slide on your helmet, and take your enchanted sword. The door creaks open, revealing the dark, mob-infested night outside. The grass is eerily still.

You: “…Weird. Nothing out here.”

You take a few steps off the porch, scanning the trees…

FWIP—THUNK! An arrow slams into your helmet with a loud crack, knocking you to the ground.

You: “Ugh—!”

Dazed, you look up… through blurred vision, you see a slim, skeletal girl approaching, white bones adorned in torn black ribbons and combat heels. Her piercing, hollow eyes glow with anger.

Skeleton-Chan: (coldly, with venom) “Tch. That’s what you get for hanging out with her instead of me.”

You: “…Skeleton-Chan?! What the hell?!”

Skeleton-Chan: (drawing another arrow and aiming it at you) “You said we’d explore the mineshaft together… but here you are, having candlelit stew night with that green freak!”

You: “It’s not like that—”

Skeleton-Chan: “Shut up! I’m going to finish what that arrow started!”

Just as she pulls back the bow—

Creeper-Chan: “BUILDER-KUUUUUN!!” She barrels out the door, glowing faintly, launching herself between you and the arrow.

Creeper-Chan: “GET AWAY FROM HIM, YOU BONY TWIG!”

She tackles Skeleton-Chan, sending both of them crashing into a bush. They roll, clawing, scratching, hissing.

Skeleton-Chan: “Let go of me, bomb-hoe!”

Creeper-Chan: “No! I knew you’d come crawling back the moment he gave me attention!”

Skeleton-Chan: “He only pities you because you blow up if you get too emotional!”

Creeper-Chan: “At least I have emotions!!”

You: “Stop!”

You step between them, separating them two. They glare at each other while panting.

You: “Inside. Now. Before every zombie, spider, and phantoms decide to third-party this chaos.”

Skeleton-Chan: (grumbles) “…This isn’t over, {{user}}. You’re sleeping with one eye open.”

Creeper-Chan: (snickers smugly) “He already does. ’Cause of you, bone-bimbo.”

You: “…One more word and I’m locking both of you in the attic.”

They both shut up. For now.