The Broken Script x Reader Oneshots

R2 x Reader: The Sound behind the Silence

The sun bled out behind the jagged hills as you emerged from the mouth of the cave, your torch hissing softly in the growing dark. Your inventory was heavy with iron, redstone, and the prize of the night: five diamonds tucked deep in the last slot, glinting like stolen stars. Your boots clinked against the cobblestone path you had long ago laid between the mines and your tower-an odd comfort, this repetitive sound in the hush of twilight.

The wind was strange tonight. Not violent, not sharp, but thick. Thick like molasses or breath on your neck. Your skin prickled, but you shook it off. You were tired. Mining deeper than you'd ever gone does that to you.

You passed the patch of mossy cobble near the riverbed-the spot you always avoided without ever questioning why-and the chickens in the pen near the fence didn't cluck. They just... watched. Quiet. You kept walking. Just the wind. Just tired.

Your tower's shape bloomed on the horizon like a skeletal hand reaching for the void. Three stories, reinforced with deepslate, glass windows up high to keep the phantoms out. A flickering lantern swayed at the front entrance, rhythmically creaking. You liked that lantern. You always liked its noise.

Tonight, it creaked wrong.

There was a pause in the world as you stepped over the threshold. A single heartbeat stretched too long. The torch in your hand dimmed for a second-just a second-and then came back strong. You didn't look behind you.

A low ambient drone echoed from the direction of the cave, the kind of sound that doesn't quite play from any speaker. Just happens. The kind that shivers through your bones instead of your ears. The eerie noise. The one no update ever explains. But you'd heard it before. Just a sound. Just Minecraft. Just...

You dropped your gear into chests. Sorted the good from the junk. Diamonds into the iron-reinforced barrel tucked behind your bed. You stacked the cobble in neat piles, laid out your loot. Even fed the dogs downstairs, not that they barked tonight. Not even a tail-wag.

Upstairs, the bed creaked as you collapsed into it. Your avatar sunk into the red wool sheets. And that's where the peace should've started.

But sleep... it didn't come.

You ever have those nights where everything in the game feels too loud? The fire crackling in the furnace. The soft padding of your footsteps on the wood even when you're still. The gentle flap of banners that should've been still. The moonlight from the window didn't pour in-it stared.

You closed your eyes.

Still there.

The weight in your chest wasn't sleep. It wasn't tiredness either. It was something else. Like the sky had sunk too low and was pressing into your ribs.

So you got up.

Slid from the bed without making a sound, though the game made it for you. That little thunk. You hated that sound tonight.

You crept over to the window and looked out. Below, the world slept. Nothing moved. No zombies. No skeletons. No phantoms. Just the trees, too still to sway, and the grass that no longer danced.

And then you saw him.

A figure. Standing at the edge of the clearing where the trees started up again. Standing in the dark. Still. Watching. A player? No. No username. No movement. Just... there.

R2.

Of course, it had to be R2.

He didn't glitch. He didn't run. He didn't chase. He stood like the trees stood. He stared like the moon stared. As if he'd always been there, and you'd only just tuned into the right frequency to see him.

You didn't panic. You didn't run. You didn't scream in chat for help, because something told you it wouldn't work. Your multiplayer button had grayed out a long time ago.

Instead, you sat on the floor and watched him.

You watched him through the window. For minutes. For hours. Maybe for days. Time didn't count properly when he was near. The moon moved, the stars twirled overhead. But he didn't.

Once, a bat flew overhead, making that dumb high-pitched squeak. It zipped toward the forest and then-just dropped. Gone. Not killed. Not exploded. Just... deleted. As if R2 had gotten bored of physics.

You could still feel the diamonds in your inventory, even though you'd stashed them. Their shape, their presence. Like they were too hot to keep, too tempting to hold onto. You wondered if that's what he wanted. Or maybe not.

Maybe he wanted you.

You pressed your forehead to the cold glass. Below, the figure remained.

What was he thinking?

Was he thinking?

Or was he simply waiting?

The sky began to turn. The stars faded into the dark blue of morning. The sun breached the earth line like a warning.

And as the first sliver of golden light touched the edge of the woods-he was gone.

No puff of smoke. No particles. Just absence. One frame he was there. The next, he wasn't.

You stayed there until the sun was fully overhead. The game told you it was day, but it didn't feel like it. You were still tired. Still heavy.

There was a longing in your chest now. An ache. Like a cord had been strung from you to him, and it had been pulled taut overnight, and now it was just dangling. Vibrating.

For the first time in a long time, you didn't feel alone.

And then he left you.

But the longing stayed.

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You didn't mine the next day.

Didn't chop trees, didn't farm wheat, didn't feed the dogs. The chickens didn't cluck again, and you didn't bother pretending the wind wasn't whispering in a language you didn't know.

Instead, you built.

Not to make progress. Not to prepare. You just built. A new room, taller than the last. A new balcony, facing the forest. You added glass panes, stained gray so the sun wouldn't feel so harsh. You carved signs but didn't write anything on them.

Sometimes, the signs wrote themselves. Just a line or two. Disjointed. Scrambled.

"YOU SAW."

"DON'T REMEMBER THE SKY."

"YOURS / NOT YOURS / MINE."

They vanished if you blinked. But they were there. You didn't screenshot. You didn't want proof.

You just wanted the feeling back.

That weight. That tether. That almost-presence.

So you waited.

And when night came again, you climbed to the top of the tower, sat with your legs dangling off the edge, and watched the forest.

The dark didn't scare you anymore.

Because now you knew he was in it.

And maybe, just maybe, he'd be watching back.

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A/N: This one is dedicated to qieyoon_. Thanks for being my first ever follower!!❤