Chapter Text
Among the bubbling lava, flicking fire and the echoing snorting of ever unsatisfied, embodiment of greed piglins, a creeper stood amist the carnage, black eye impatiently twitching as her pawed foot thumped against the reddened, raw, rashly soil. Snake stiffened, fuzzy muscles strained, secularly crossed. It felt as if she'd been boiling in the heat of the Nether for eons, glaring at the nearby gaggle of piglins, each clawing through her scraps of gold.
Everything they'd handed her had been entirely useless, measly obsidian she could've snatched herself, soul sand that'd only serve to slow her down and overly flashy spectral arrows that pierced her eyes without even being fired.
With a low growl, Snake threw her head back, forcibly yanking at her golden helmet, the sound of her crinkling pink head flowers only serving to spark the crackle of rage building inside her.
Suddenly, something cube-shaped, dull and grey was tossed her way. Jolting, she scrambled, capturing the thrown entity in her paws.
A tiny, tiny ghast sat uncomfortably in her hands, a frown tugging at its cracked lips, eyes weakly shut, conversing the little moisture it had left.
Snake froze, grip loosening as she honed in on the suffering creature.
She wanted to lash out, screech at the piglin for letting an animal, a baby at that, deteriorate to such a state, yet, she did nothing.
Strangely, her wide eyes prickled, her usually stern expression absent, her face softened with grief.
Drip, drip, drip, tap.
A salty tear landed on the ghast's forehead, causing it to sputter, letting out a squeaking whine. She let out a breath she didn't realise she was holding.
It was alive.
No-
She was alive.
-And Snake was going to do everything in her power to keep her that way.