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“32 bread rolls for one emerald? Are you fucking kidding me?!” The girl shouted at the poor farmer who could only stare at her with a tired look, like he already knew she’d come into his workplace with an irritating attitude. “C’mon, man! Cut me a deal or something, that’s a stupid amount of bread for ONE emerald! You can’t even round it up to 30??? Why 32??”
If you lived in the village near the plains, you’ve probably heard of this peculiar girl from any of the villagers’ complaints. This girl, Filia, had recently moved into an ugly-looking house near the outskirts of the town, hoping to settle down somewhere calm where she could do her business without any dangers interrupting her.
The ironic part about this was that she is nowhere near calm. About anything, ever. And it took no time for the villagers to realize this.
“Please, miss, it’s that or you could try getting emeralds from someone else…”
Filia almost looked shocked at the farmer’s proposal, her cheeks turning red in sudden embarrassment.
“You’re just saying that to get me to leave faster, huh?…” She gripped her bag tightly as she mumbled, digging her long, black nails into the leather.
The farmer gulped, rapidly shaking his head no with a nervous smile.
“W-why, no!! Why would I ever try to shoo away a potential trade opportunity!” Filia scoffed at his response, crossing her arms.
“I’ll- Um… Tell you what! If you bring me 11 bread rolls, I’ll give you 5 emeralds! How about that?” He asked desperately.
“Couldn’t round that up to 10, huh?” Filia furrowed her brows, giving the older man a deadpan glare. He gulped loudly, trying to look anywhere but at the stubborn girl.
“… Fine. That’s a better deal. I’ll have your bread in a few days, I guess.”
The farmer sighed in relief, before yelping as Filia threw some carrots at his chest.
“Anyway, I got your carrots. Now gimme wheat seeds.”
Well, you couldn’t really blame the villagers for not being particularly fond of this strange adventurer.
After she moved into that strange-looking house, she started praising Endermen out in public despite them being a major threat to the village, having one of the worst attitudes often seen in Pillagers and really only ever showing basic respect for the Iron Golems, well yeah, of course the villagers were put off by her.
But then again, it’s just that it was easy to anger this girl. The smallest inconvenience could set her off.
As she walked down the path in the heart of the small town, she could hear some of the other villagers gossip and mumble. Of course, she could only really easily hear the conversations since it was clearly about her.
“She really is a funny girl, that Filia.”
“Funny? You mean absolutely irritating, right?”
“She’s just as bad as those insufferable Pillagers, I tell you! I wouldn’t be surprised if she was half Pillager…”
“She probably thinks they’re “misunderstood” like she said last week about Endermen…!”
Filia simply scoffed at their remarks, tilting her head down to not make eye contact with those definitely and totally rude villagers.
How dare they!!! There’s no way she could possibly be that despicable! NEVER!
…
“Have you heard? I’ve seen reports from a neighbouring village about that strange hooded man causing havoc…” Now, that, however, sounded like an interesting thing to eavesdrop on. Drama that didn’t involve her was always a treat to find out.
“What? Again with the urban legends junk? You’re gonna give me nightmares!” A duo of old ladies conversed, their sunken faces showing concern for the topic at hand.
“I know, but this is important! Regardless of if or not it’s true, we should still be careful! What if that man comes here? What if it’s like Herobrine?-“
The mere mention of the word Herobrine was enough to gain the attention of a few surrounding children and Filia, soon they surrounded the older women with curious expressions.
“Is he as scary as Herobrine??”
“No way! My daddy’s said that Herobrine is really just a huge jerk and that he’s not even that scary!”
Filia tilted her head in confusion. “What’s wrong with that hooded guy? What’s his deal?”
One of the old ladies frowned, clearing her throat in the process. “Ah… He’s been seen entering shops and houses to rob or harass the shopkeepers, he’s loud and has a most despicable attitude. A true stain to that poor village’s community, really.”
The other old woman held back a giggle, putting her hand over her mouth in a failed attempt at keeping quiet.
“Oh? What’s so funny?” Asked her friend, a friendly smile on her face, like she knew what her pal was about to say.
“You know… now that you mention it, we do have a pest like this in our town!” She then turned her head towards Filia. “But the only difference being, this one’s simply an infantile nuisance and the other’s just an urban legend!”
Filia’s eyes widened, the surrounding kids holding back giggles as well as they ran off in different directions. The girl held herself back from cursing at the old woman, but the sight of her clutching her leather bag with her nails was enough for the elderly ladies.
“Careful, before she decides to throw a temper tantrum at us as well!” The sounds of the ladies’ laughter was loud enough to gain more attention to the scene, in which Filia held her breath. She nearly cursed out an insult, but doing so would just give them more of a reason to laugh at her outbursts. So she scoffed loudly, turned around and rapidly walked away from the duo, avoiding the gazes of nearby onlookers.
She zipped past the crowd, speed jogging as fast as she could back home. Her face was the reddest it's ever been, nobody had ever just told her outright that her sudden fits of rage were more akin to tantrums, like unruly children.
“I’m not that bad… those assholes are the ones comparing me to Pillagers, for fuck’s sake. I would NEVER say this about them…” she mumbled out, squeezing past a duo of Iron Golems, who merely grunted at her as she passed by.
“Piece of shit… and then comparing me to some moron urban legend wannabe who’s probably not even that bad. They’re probably just saying that because he reminds them of me and wants to actively piss me off.” Filia muttered, being so caught up in her dumb excuses that she didn’t notice the wandering trader passing by, accidentally shoving her shoulder to his.
She held back from outright yelping stupidly in the sudden pain in her shoulder from how hard it collided with the trader’s, so she just stood there like an idiot, holding her shoulder while shaking slightly.
“OH! I’m so sorry, ma’am, are you-”
“WHAT. WHAT IS IT.” Her yell echoed, startling the trader and his already grumpy llamas. He looked at the frustrated girl in astonishment before simply turning around silently, continuing his path and tugging his angered llamas along.
Filia gave him a sneer before turning back around. It was never a calm, normal day in the village whenever she decided to pay a visit. Which was far too often for the villagers’ liking.
Finally, she was home. Away from the town definitely full of jackasses and scam artists who were super greedy with her. She dropped her now ruined leather bag to the floor the moment she slammed the entrance door shut, groaning in annoyance.
“I literally did nothing wrong today, what the fuck’s their problem.” Filia grumbled.
But her sourness quickly shifted once she heard the tiniest sounds of her cat, her ugly frown rapidly turning into a neutral, peaceful expression as she watched the orange tabby stretch and approach her with an upright tail.
Filia gasped in joy, picking up the purring animal, giggling as the cat rubbed its head against her face.
“Oh, I only need you, sweet, precious kitty! No one else matters!” Filia cuddled her animal friend, unaware of the totally not suspicious shadow watching her from the distance of her house.
Invest in window curtains next time, dumbass.