By the third time Joe flew back to spawn, having just saved Oli’s things again, he was mildly annoyed. And stressed. Mostly annoyed, though.
“Oh! My sweet savior, hello king!” Oli was kind of flailing about at spawn, waving to Joe.
“Okay, here are your things. Again.” Joe said with a deep sigh, rubbing his temples.
“Oh, thank you so much, Joe! You know, you’re like a father to me, always here to save me!”
“Absolutely not.” Joe replied after a stunned moment of silence.
“Okay, well, my mother then. You’re like my mamma bird, and I’m your wrinkly baby with its mouth open like ‘feed me my diamond armor’!” Oli persisted, following Joe as he began walking away. “Oh, come on, haven’t you ever wanted to be part of a found family trope fanfic?”
“Wha- I don’t know what any of that is, and I frankly don’t have the time to learn. I am a very busy man.” Joe wished he could shake Oli, but the bard seemed content to follow him with some kind of janky walking dance. “I have a kid, I do not need another.”
“But you’ve given me money and saved me from all the baddies. You’re my papa now!” Oli cried dramatically, wrapping his arms around Joe’s shoulders and dragging his feet so Joe was forced to stop.
“You know, okay, I have to go pick up my kid, my real kid, from school soon. So I can’t stay and keep an eye on you. Come with me, and I’ll leave you with a babysitter.”
“Yay!” Oli exclaimed, jumping up and doing a little dance. “Oh, what a day to be alive with my new papa! I knew you’d come around!”
“I wish I wasn’t a pg YouTube channel right now.” Joe muttered under his breath.
“What was that, king?” Oli asked.
“Nothing, nothing. Okay, here we are.” Joe gestured to his starter haunted house. “This is my old house, and I’m gonna leave you with a babysitter that’s smarter then you, so you can’t get into trouble.”
“Well they must be pretty smart, because I am so smart as well!” Oli followed Joe into the house and up the ladder.
“Alright, here we are. You sit here.” Joe pulled out a stool and sat Oli on it.
“Where’s my babysitter?” Oli asked, looking around.
“Well, right here, of course.” Joe smirked, and pointed to a glass case against the wall. There was a loud, guttural spitting sound, and Oli realized that there was a live shulker in the glass case, which peered at him suspiciously.
“Right. Now, you be good, or I will set Mimic on you.” Joe said, grinning wildly.
“Wait- are you saying that I’m less intelligent then a shulker?” Oli asked with a hurt gasp.
“That’s a puzzle for you to figure out.” Joe replied. “Now. Stay here, don’t get yourself killed. Oh, and the house is haunted, and there are Wordles in the basement. Byeee!” And he vanished into thin air, leaving Oli baffled, but still for once.
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