Nauseous - Skephalo

M I N E C R A F T - C H A P T E R T H R E E

TW: Self-degradtion and self-harm

~~~ZAK'S POV~~~

"Who's going to create the world?" a6d asks. There are a few minutes of silence.

"I will, I guess," Bad sighs. "Survival or creative?" You could hear him tapping on his keyboard.

"S-Survival!" I say, looking up at my monitor from where I was fidgeting with a pencil.

"Yes, survival," a6d says in agreement.

"Ok," Bad says, and you can hear him typing more. "The server address is 'insert here'." 

I quickly type in the world seed, loading into the world.

"I-I'm in," I announce proudly.

"I'm in as well," Bad states. "a6d? What's taking so long?"

"Oh, nothing. Ian just walked in," a6d says, stiffling a laugh.

"W-What are you doing? Why are y-you laughing?" I ask nervously. I hear Bad sigh, muttering something.

"Ian was... licking my hand," a6d awkwardly states.

"W-Was he?" I ask, doubting that.

"Y-Yeah!" a6d weakly backs up his claim. I feel my anxiety peak. 

'Was he griefing my server?'

I leave the world, clicking on my server. I load it in. I go into KitPVP to see the spawn covered in lava and explosion craters.

"W-Why?" I say quietly into the mic. I fly around more, finding more things, like a6d heads and memes.

"You blew our cover, you muffin!" I hear Bad scream.

"Well, you were the one to point out I wasn't joining the world!" a6d retorts.

'Bad was in on it too?'

I felt my heart break, knowing that they just wanted to play Minecraft so they could grief my server. I felt so... betrayed. They never wanted to spend time with me, they only wanted to troll me. I bite my lip at the thought and look down, lifting up my hoodie and my shirt, revealing the bruises my dad left.

'Did I really deserve these?'

'Yes.'

I could hear Bad and a6d yelling at each other, putting the blame on one another.

"Well, maybe the fat muffin wouldn't have found out if you actually joined!" I heard Bad yell.

'He really thinks I'm fat? I must be then.'

I feel tears form in my eyes and I close out of TeamSpeak. I sigh, wiping my eyes with my hoodie sleeve. I fly around more, looking at my server. It was ruined. I close out of Minecraft entirely, and shut down my computer, leaving my mind to wander to my previous thoughts.

'They... never wanted to play Minecraft with me. They just... wanted to troll me...'

'Yes, that's correct.'

'They probably just use me for views...'

'Yes, they do. They take advantage of you. Even when you're sick.'

'You're right. They aren't actually my friends. They just use me.'

'That's right. And you have no other friends, am I right?'