A Good Old Conversation

I stared at the furnace in front of me in annoyance.

"Why won't this stuff turn into bars?" I complained.

{An oversight on our part it appears.}

I raised an eyebrow at the response.

"Oh? Tell me, what did you forget this time?" I asked.

{That the hellstone bars can only be made through the use of a hellforge. And obsidian.}

My face morphed into a frown, annoyed at what the Gods were saying.

"And that means...?" I asked rhetorically, already knowing exactly what the gods were going to say.

{You're going back to hell.}

I sighed and sat down in a chair located nearby.

"Tomorrow it is." I said.

{Why tomorrow?} The Gods inquired.

"Because I feel like it." I answered.

"Too bad," a voice intoned nearby. "because you don't get the choice."

I simply unequipped my chestplate and helmet and grabbed the tossed potion out of the air, a scowl adorning my face.

"Don't think I'll forget what you did earlier. I'm a spiteful person, and you're just digging your grave deeper and deeper." I said as I turned around to face Jacob, the scowl slowly morphing into a grin.

"So I'm gonna get a bit of payback." I said, pulling my arm back to prepare to throw the teleportation potion.

"You wouldn't dare." He said confidently.

My grin morphed into an amused smirk as I pulled my arm further back.

"Oh I dare alright, you prick." I said, feeling quite pleased with the fact I got to get a bit of revenge.

And I threw the potion at him. Hard.

I was gratified by the surprise he showed at my attack. The fear was what really brought my mood up though.

The potion impacted him with enough force to shatter, and I watched as he disappeared in a flash of purple.

As I was basking in my achievement, I heard the voice of a familiar friend.

"Did you really have to do that?" Isaac asked.

I looked at him like he was an idiot.

"He deserves much worse treatment." I said confidently, completely believing what I said to be fact.

Isaac raised an eyebrow at me, looking at me with a scrutinizing gaze, but sighed a second later.

"He does, but I still don't like it." He admitted.

"Sometimes the best option isn't the moral one." I said seriously.

Isaac stared at me with a disbelieving gaze.

"What?" I asked.

He shook his head to refocus himself before speaking.

"Nothing. It's just that I'm unused to you speaking like you're smart." He joked.

My eye twitched at the jab, but it quickly transitioned to a smirk after I noticed that Isaac forgot to address me as he usually did.

Isaac noticed my smirk and responded with his own smirk before speaking.

"Boy." He finished.

My smirk vanished and I groaned.

"I thought I finally got you to stop calling me that for a second!" I exclaimed.

"It's a million years too early for that." He replied. "It'll be a long time before I stop calling you a boy."

"Is there any way I can get you to address me normally?" I asked hopefully.

Isaac responded with a smirk.

"Not in a million years." He answered.

I sighed.

After our exchange, Isaac's gaze seemed to take on a more questioning tone.

"You seem to keep to yourself lately, and you have not talked to many of our residents in a while. Why is that?" He asked.

I opened my mouth, but was quickly cut off by a glare from Isaac.

"If you say something like 'I have been busy' or anything similar, I will stab you." He says, pulling a throwing knife out of his coat.

My eyes widened at the threat, quickly saying "Whoah whoa whoa, isn't that a little extreme?" in response.

"Why are you scared? It wouldn't hurt you that much." He joked, flipping the knife in his hand.

I looked him in the eyes and responded.

"I don't want to get stabbed by a knife! Nobody does!" I exclaimed in annoyance.

{I don't know about that... People have some weird fetishes.}

"You are not helping my point!" I exclaimed in an even more annoyed tone.

Isaac quirked his brows at me, clearly confused at why I just yelled out again.

I pointed upwards and he nodded in understanding.

{So what are you going to say to him? Are you going, to tell the truth, or lie?}

'Of course I'm going, to tell the truth! He's one of my only friends!' I mentally replied in annoyance.

Isaac was patiently waiting for my response, and I was planning on giving him my honest reason for not talking with many of my residents.

I looked him in the eyes and began speaking.

"Well, I can't say I have a good reason for my social ineptitude, so I can't really justify my reasoning..." I said, scratching the back of my head in embarrassment. "It's just that I'm not exactly the most extroverted of people. I'm the person who tends to only respond when talked to, not the one who initiates a conversation."

Isaac quirked a brow. "Is that it? Shyness?"

"I've also been a bit busy, too..." I said.

The moment I said those words, Isaac threw a knife at me. hard.

It struck me and embedded itself into the side of my chest.

I looked between Isaac and the knife in shock.

"You stabbed me!?" I yelled.

Isaac looked at the knife embedded in my chest with a small amount of amusement.

"I expected you to dodge." He said calmly, as if this wasn't a problem.

"And I didn't expect you to throw a knife at me." I shot back.

"You do realize that you still have a knife embedded in your chest, right?" Isaac asked in a calm voice.

I looked at the knife again.

"Oh yeah." I said, just remembering the offending weapon.

Isaac looked at me with unhidden amusement.

How do you forget that there was a knife stuck in your chest?" He asked in a jovial tone of voice.

"Well, it has been a bit since I got stabbed." I said.

Isaac looked at me with a flat stare.

"It has barely been a minute."

I looked at him seriously.

"A very long minute."

Isaac simply kept his deadpan stare.

{So are you going to remove the knife?}

"Oh yeah." I said, raising my hand as if I had an idea.

I grabbed the knife and yanked it out of my chest.

"Almost forgot it was there again. Here you go." I said, handing the knife back to Isaac.

"Sometimes I wonder where you get the stupidity from." He remarked, looking at the knife in his hand.

I gave him a flat stare and said one thing:

"I blame the Gods."

Isaac nodded his head to my answer, clearly understanding my sentiments.

{We are good influences.} The Gods said proudly.

I ignored the remark from the Gods, instead deciding to focus on a different topic.

You should probably go get Jacob now since we've been talking for a while." I suggested.

Isaac looked at me and shook his head.

"We've still got another hour before I help him." He replied.

"Why an hour?" I asked.

"Because I said so." was his answer.

We both looked at each other and laughed.

Jacob would later return, and I would later find him similar to the imp I had fought a few hours back.

It would be quite a fond memory.