You sighed and walked into Spock's room. He'd been in there for the past week, and you had no idea why.
You found him playing a game on the TV, controller in hand. He stared at the screen, his eyes never moving away.
"Spock? What are you doing?" You asked, then moved close enough to see the screen. "Are you playing mine craft?"
"Yes I am. I find this game perfectly logical. Everything is exactly the same size, and I can build what ever I want, and it will be perfectly symmetrical." He replied. You walked closer, and stopped.
His hair was a mess, and it looked like he had mustard on his cheek. He was a wreck, and smelled terrible. What happened to him?
"You know, you've missed four days of work."
"I understand. I but this game is strangely hard to put down." He replied, and you put your hands on your hips. This was just way too weird.
You found the plug to the television and pulled it from the socket. "You need to snap out of it. You're being illogical!"
Spock blinked a few times, then wiped the mustard from his cheek. "I apologize for that. Thank you (y/n)."
"Your welcome. Now take a shower, you smell." You said, walking out. You patted your pocket, making sure the game was in there. No more mine craft for him.
Am I the only one that finds that game addicting?
Also, I need some requests people! I am out of ideas! Comment them! I will write them!
~Clieo
