The Broken Script x Reader Oneshots

Null x M!Reader: Not just a dumb bunny

You’d been wandering the Null Biome for three days now. No mobs. No players. No sky—not really. Just that weirdly still fog that pressed down on the terrain like a heavy blanket. The trees here didn’t sway. The grass never moved. It was like the wind itself was too scared to enter.

But you? You were chilling.

You’d built a makeshift base in the side of a small cliff. Nothing fancy—stone walls, a bed, a chest full of berries (how does one aquire that many?), and an attempt at a furnace that definitely wasn’t supposed to explode like it did when you accidentally smelted raw copper with a potato. Twice.

Still, you were comfy. You liked the quiet. Even if sometimes... you got that feeling. Like you were being watched.

You chalked it up to paranoia. Probably a chicken with beefy eye contact skills.

But then things started happening.

Small things.

Your furnace never ran out of coal.
You were 97% sure you had one piece left, and yet—boom—fully stocked every time you opened it.

Your farm grew overnight.
And you swore you only planted two carrots, but now you had an empire.

And one night, when you'd wandered too far from the base and the fog thickened, you turned around and saw something tall and dark through the mist. A player. Or not..? Just for a second. Watching.

You stared back. Blinked. Tilted your head.

"...Huh," you mumbled. “Neat.”

And then you kept walking like an idiot with a death wish. But nothing happened. No attack. No jump scare. Just... quiet footsteps behind you, barely there, keeping pace like a wolf shadowing a rabbit.

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Null didn’t know what the hell was wrong with you.

You didn’t run when you should have. You didn’t fear him like everyone else did. Your heartbeat didn’t spike when he passed too close. You even smiled one night—actually smiled—when he left you a golden carrot in your chest.

A damn carrot.

And you thanked him.

“Thanks, mystery carrot ghost! You're awesome, love you,” you’d chirped to the air, completely oblivious to the tall entity crouched just out of render range.

Null nearly short-circuited.

You didn’t fear him.
You liked him.

And that was a problem. A dangerous, stupid, infuriating problem.

Because he didn’t want to hurt you.

And he didn’t want anyone else to, either.

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Null’s territory was sacred. Players didn’t belong here. Especially not ones like you.

You weren’t strong. You had an iron helmet, no weapons beyond a stone sword with 3 durability left, and your idea of combat was “panic and hop until the creeper blows up.”. Talk about ankle-breakers..

You should’ve died a dozen times.

But you didn’t.

Because Null made sure you didn’t.

He cleared out mobs before you ever got close. Snapped a skeleton’s neck clean in half the night it got within 20 blocks of your bed.

You slept through it.