#admin derp

[dragonflavoredcake]

Xisuma, running a game: Name something that a burglar would NOT want to see when they break into a house.

Zedaph, hitting a buzzer: NAKED GRANDMA!

Xisuma: Okay, naked—WHAT?!

Etho, Impulse, and Skizz: *dying of laughter*

Tango: Yeah, no, I don't want to see that.

Xisuma, regretting every decision he's ever made: Okay, "naked grandma" wins.

Zed: *WILD CHEERING*

[theminecraftbee]

hermit horror week day 4: season 7 or taken over

Xisuma slowly blinks at the console logs for the server again. He's very tired; he's been collecting blackstone again, and it's very tiring, collecting blackstone. He's been building a lot of pretty houses, and stocking a lot of shops, and he hasn't had time to look at the console much recently. He probably shouldn't be now, because he's tired, and tired people make mistakes.

He makes a lot of mistakes; he's silly like that. A big derp. It's why he has to be careful, since he's been tired so much lately. He definitely shouldn't have the console open.

It's just, earlier Impulse had a question, since his moss farm kept lagging, and Xisuma thought it would be easy enough to try to find the root cause of. And he did find the root cause of it--Impulse's farm is too fast and his storage simply doesn't keep up with the amount of moss--but there's... some other things...

He blinks again at the dates on the server files. The last edited dates. Slowly, he clicks again on his own player data, and tries to make sense of what he's reading. Files like this, they aren't really meant to be that human-readable. It's--well, it is mostly json, so it's mostly human-readable, actually, but a lot of it is still encrypted, for player safety, which would. Maybe explain what he's looking at? He thinks? He's--well, he does have root access, is the thing, because he's the admin, but he still shouldn't be able to look at any player willy-nilly.

He's a little too much of a derp to be trusted with that. He probably shouldn't even be looking at his data! It's just. That last edited date. Xisuma doesn't edit his own player data. That way lies madness. He's, uh, pretty sure he knows some people who went a little mad doing that. So the fact of the matter is--well, it's not the only file that's been edited recently, he tells himself. Just because it's a lot of memory files that seem to have been edited, as well as access permissions--that's... normal enough for a new season, right?

He's...

He doesn't notice his other self walk up behind him.

"Oh, hey Xisuma. You finished gathering materials for our next build, then?" Evil Xisuma says. All of Xisuma's hairs stand on end.

"I mean, I've gathered enough to get started," Xisuma says.

"Pity. I was really hoping you'd manage to get everything. I thought maybe we'd finish today, but I guess we can't now."

"I--you're right. I'm really sorry."

"No, no, don't worry, don't worry, my friend," Evil Xisuma says. "We probably couldn't have finished today anyway, even if you said you'd try for it."

Xisuma's heart is in his throat. "Sorry, my head's just been. You know how I am. Silly me, forgetting things."

Evil Xisuma shakes his head. "It's awfully lucky I came back this season. Think of all the important things you'd be forgetting without reminders!"

Xisuma looks down and away.

"Gosh, and now you're... playing around in the admin console?"

"Oh!" Xisuma says. "It's, er, nothing really big..."

"Can I see it?"

He barely resists the urge to close out of his player data and hide that's what he'd been looking at. He doesn't know why he wants to hide it. It's not like--well, if Evil Xisuma got mad about it, it would be... right, wouldn't it? Because, well, Xisuma knows full well he shouldn't be looking at or editing his own player data. Editing your own data is the way to madness, and Xisuma, well, he's been so tired lately. He could easily accidentally hit a button. He could easily accidentally hit delete. He has root access, after all.

His heart is in his throat again. He shuffles his feet. "Sure," he says, finally. "I, er, I promise, I wasn't doing anything. I just noticed the last edited date on, uh, files that aren't automatically created by the system? And I thought, gosh, that's weird. I'd only been in there to check on Impulse, really, after he'd had some lag issues. I was just finishing up. It's nothing--the date's weird, though, right? That's all I was noticing."

He watches Evil Xisuma's fingers scroll through all of Xisuma's data. It's not quite fast enough that Xisuma isn't sure he's reading it, and suddenly, Xisuma feels very small.

Finally, Evil Xisuma hands Xisuma's tablet with the admin console open back to him. Xisuma looks down, and Evil Xisuma has closed out of the player data again.

"You just forgot the last maintenance date," Evil Xisuma says.

"Really?" Xisuma says.

"Oh, yeah, for sure. You're so tired lately. You silly derp. You've just been forgetting things easily. You should really get more rest!"

"Oh, but then we won't finish our projects," Xisuma says.

"I guess we wouldn't," Evil Xisuma says back.

"It's just--it's. Most of the time, access permission for player memories isn't edited during maintenance, and I just--I don't remember putting your name down?"

"Why wouldn't you?"

Xisuma tries to think.

"I don't know," he says finally, small, unable to meaningfully articulate anything about what's wrong with it. "I guess it only makes sense, if I'm forgetting things so easily."

"Exactly! Gosh, we make a good team," Evil Xisuma says, and he smiles at Xisuma. Xisuma crookedly smiles back.

"Yeah, we do," Xisuma agrees.

"Don't pull that out again unless I say so, okay?"

"Okay," Xisuma agrees automatically, and then he knows he will not. It makes sense. If he was upsetting himself over nothing like this, why, imagine what he'd do if he could open it whenever? He'd just constantly be upsetting himself!

"Now, my friend, let's return to building the Evil Empire."

"Let's!" agrees Xisuma, and just like that, the entire encounter slips from his mind.

[hmshermitcraft]

The identify of who upkeeps hermitcraft has been a secret ever since Generik left. With him gone, and no one claiming to have the role of admin, it has to be someone right? But no one has ever stepped forward.

A lot of people think it’s Keralis, but he vehemently denies it, and no one with a sane mind would make Bdub’s admin. Joe neither claims nor denies that he’s the admin. X is too much of a derp to run the server.

At least, that’s what they think.

The only reason X didn’t talk about it was because he was given the role when he was very socially awkward and unsure of how to approach others, and he didn’t want to draw attention to himself. But he’s not sure how to discuss it now, until he was actually caught by Scar on the edge of falling asleep while working on the code.

Xisuma took the role on because of necessity - the server had so much potential for good, somebody just needed to keep it going. That person became him.

He worried about being treated differently by the Hermits, especially as the server grew in size. The server's admin became a figure of myth, some mysterious figure behind the scenes. And that's not Xisuma! Xisuma is a little clumsy, always willing to help and he likes to think a friend to the Hermits. Not a mystery.

And then, one day, Scar finds Xisuma barely awake, resting his head on his arms with various screens in front of him. He was chunk pruning, necessary for the health of the server and sure, technically it didn't need doing just yet but he was awake and once he started, he might as well finish-

He begs Scar not to tell anybody and Scar just laughs, patting X's head.

"What, that you've been working too hard again? Come on, X, let's get you in bed."

Xisuma still can't tell if Scar didn't know what he was doing, or if he pretended not to. But he resolves to come clean to the hermits... Soon.

[ghostyclay]

Do yall have any xisuma or evil x fic recs, where x isn't a serious/responsible/stoic/calm/all knowing/etc. Admin? Bc those fics r nice and all but i miss reading about him being a derp :( he can be a responsible admin, but let him be silly too!!! Let him participate in shenanigans!!! Let him be a furry!

(preferable platonic fics)

[dailyhermitdoodles]

[402] hermit season 10 designs 2/28: Xisuma!

And here we have the derp admin who is very British but also buff :-)

Also here's some more stuff like the height + body type, some expressions for his screen thing, and his face :]]

[i-only-write-in-purple-ink]

Day 2: Crown (12 Days of Writers Self Love)

I couldn’t decide which of two ideas I wanted to do more, so I did them both! Apologies if this got a little long. I really did enjoy writing these, this challenge is turning out wonderfully! Many thanks to @writeblrfantasy for creating it!

1. Hermitcraft Season 8, White Wings AU (main story here) 2. Hermitcraft Season 9, Third Life SMP

1. HC Season 8, White Wings AU

Tommy had seen many crowns in his lifetime.

The gem-encrusted crown of the SMP, first worn by Eret, and then George.

Ranboo’s humble diadem, studded with rough-cut rubies and emeralds mined by hand from the depths of the earth.

The golden spikes adorning the top of Sam’s Warden armor, fused to the mask he had worn more and more often.

Techno’s simple golden circlet, twin to Phil’s silver one, relics of an empire long past.

But he had never worn one of his own before now.

False measured out a length of copper wire before presenting it to Tommy with a wink. “It’s easier if you start with this.”

Gem taught him how to weave stalks of grass together, how to twist and braid the fragile stems around the wire until they formed something resilient, stronger. Something complete.

Stress regaled him with the meanings of different flowers, what made them grow the best, which ones were good for tea or scents or dyes. Under her careful eye he worked Queen Anne’s lace, lavender, daffodils, and yellow orchids into the strands of his masterpiece.

Iskall chuckled as he swept a lock of Tommy’s ivory hair away from his eyes. “Ready?” He asked, his organic eye twinkling with warmth as it darted around Tommy’s face. Tommy nodded, expression implacable, and Iskall placed the completed flower crown gracefully among his curls. The Swede examined his handiwork for a moment, tucking hair or flowers into place, before nodding in satisfaction.

Iskall picked up his own creation from the ground beside him, sporting purple asters and orange orchids, and crowned himself with a flourish. Tommy tilted his head, judging through squinted eyes. After a few seconds a small smile rose to his face, and he nodded in approval. It's good. I like it, he signed.

A small noise made them both turn to where Xisuma was seated on the soft grass, his crown of blue bellflowers and pink dahlias resting crookedly on top of his helmet. He was struggling to right it, but the mechanical axolotl gills on either side of his visor made it so that the woven headress kept slipping. “I guess I’m just not made for crowns,” he said good-naturedly when he noticed them looking, giving up the fight and leaving the flowers slightly off-kilter.

Perfect, Tommy signed to him, and the admin let out a surprised laugh. “Perfect? I suppose it does suit me. I’m a bit of derp even on the best of days.”

Tommy leaned back, and let the sun hit his face. Laughter danced in the wind as the Hermits delighted in the carefree summer day. He had never felt so far and yet so close to home.

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// Yes, I know these flowers wouldn’t all exist in the same climate as each other. But honestly this is Minecraft fanfiction so lower your expectations and let me have my dramatic flower symbolism :’D 

// I really like that trope in fiction, I wish people did more of it. And can you tell I’m a sucker for found family? Lol

// Not me giving my headcanons for the DSMP crowns and forgetting all about the MCC champion team crowns. 💀 MCC is only sort of canon to this universe.... we can chalk it up to ww!Tommy never participating in MCC before, that’s only for the really famous competitive types like Technoblade and Grian. Yep. Definitely no plotholes here.

// Flower Meanings  vvv

Tommy:

Queen Anne’s lace (safety, sanctuary, and refuge)

Lavender (purity, silence, serenity)

Daffodils (rebirth, new beginnings)

Yellow Orchids (new beginnings, friendship, joy)

Iskall:

Asters (love, wisdom, trust)

Orange Orchids (pride, enthusiasm, boldness)

Xisuma:

Bellflowers (affection, constancy, unwavering love)

Pink Dahlias (elegance, grace, kindness)

2. HC Season 9, 3rd Life SMP

Kingmaker. That’s what they called him.

Ren rolled the chess piece between his fingers, relishing the weight of the solid obsidian. It made a satisfying clack as he placed it back in its spot on the board. The black queen.

If he was the king, the ruler over the entire Hermitcraft server, then Bdubs would be his queen. He certainly wielded enough power; it was through Bdubs’ support alone that Ren won the crown. Bdubs was the one who built the Crastle for him, who was his advisor, defender, friend. His second-in-command, his right… hand….

Ren frowned, unease rising in his gut, a sudden chill burning the tips of his fingers. He curled his hands into fists on reflex. Something wasn’t right.

He rose from his throne with a growl and swept down the stairs from the royal dais, his cape billowing out behind him. His paws made no noise on the plush carpet running down the center of the throne room, keeping away the chill of solid stone.

“Sir BdoubleO? Your king summons you!” Ren called, his voice echoing through the empty stone halls. He waited a few moments, but only silence answered.

“Bdubs? Where are youuuuu….” His words bounced eerily off of the cavernous ceilings, echoing back as if mocking him. He hesitantly ventured down a hallway, turned, and was faced with an identical hallway. He followed it, but that only yielded another similar looking passageway. The next was almost exactly the same. And the next. Ren frowned. He hadn’t remembered there being quite this many corridors in his Crastle.

He followed more turns, traversed more corridors, calls going unheard and unanswered, until he realized he was well and truly lost. Ren stopped at a four-way intersection, glancing down each hall. They all felt familiar, but was that because they looked the same or because he truly recognized them?

Ren pulled his cloak tighter around himself, shivering. And when had it gotten so cold? He needed to tell Bdubs to install some sort of heating system in the castle, like magma blocks behind the walls or something. These were not livable temperatures, certainly not for a king.

Ren’s breath had begun to fog the air by the time he reached something that certainly didn’t belong: a set of arched glass doors, metalwork spiraling intricately across their frosted surface. The metal handles were bitterly cold, but they turned without protest as he pushed the double doors open.

Beyond lay a courtyard, dead branches hanging like corpses over flowerbeds full of dried leaves. A few inches of snow was dusted over everything in sight, drifting heavily in the corners and on the trees. Ren’s trepidation spiked. It was supposed to be summer on the Hermitcraft server, after all. And the Crastle didn’t have an interior garden.

He stepped out into the courtyard, bracing himself against the freezing gusts of air. His royal cape was woefully equipped to protect him from the full wrath of a winter’s wind. The harsh blasts died down into a biting breeze as he neared the center of the courtyard, snow crunching beneath his paws. Ren scarcely minded the cold as he stared wide-eyed at the centerpiece of this unnatural display.

A large stone altar rose from the ground, more of an elevated platform than anything else. Ren ascended its steps, captivated by the rough, indecipherable runes hewn deep into the surface. Lines had been cut straight across the top slab, radiating out from a shallow, bowl-like indentation at the middle. Blood channels, Ren realized with a growing horror. Blood channels that had clearly already been used.

A sudden growl had him tensing, ears lying flat and lips pulled back into a snarl. The sound seemed to emenate from every corner of the courtyard at once, circling as one would stalk prey. It was more than a threat. This was the hunting call of a predator.

Ren scanned the courtyard wildly, but there was nothing to see except a slate-gray sky bordered by gargoylic crenelations and the first few flurries of snowfall. The rumbling grew louder and louder, until the very air trembled before it. Oh, little wolf, the voice purred, smugly satisfied and impossibly deep.

“Who are you?” Ren shouted at the sky, hating the way his voice had gone high-pitched with fear.

The voice merely chuckled, the sinister whisper of a blade pulled from its sheath. Winter is coming, it intoned. And the crown weighs heavy.

Ren spun in place, breaths coming sharp and cold biting at his lungs. The voice was crushing him from all sides, pushing him down to his hands and knees on the cold, stone altar.

Do ye have what it takes to be KING, Rendog?

And Ren woke in his royal bedchambers, gasping for air and sheets soaked in sweat. His hands didn’t stop shaking for the rest of the day.

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// I am just now getting into the 3rd life fandom (yes, a year late) and holy cow I love the Red King so much!! Big kudos to dog at the door by fluffy_papaya and iamsolarflare for getting me hooked on Ren’s lore, it’s one of my favorite fics ever. 

// For the voice, have you heard the voice of the Old God N’Zoth from the Warbringers short? Yeah, that but with a hint of Scottish accent. Very dark and powerful-sounding.

Deal? I like deals.... *eldritch laughter*

- N’Zoth the Corruptor

[much-sports-anime-imagines]

I was at my therapist yesterday, just talking about stuff like you do at therapy, and I said something about writing myself into stories with my favorite characters (95% of my writing, tbh) and we were talking about suicidal ideation and all that jazz and he said something like, “Yeah, it’d be interesting to explore how your favorite characters would react to that.”

SO, here’s a completely self-indulgent thing that I randomly just wrote bc I can and I wanted to, I’ll slowly come out of my radio silence back to this blog sometime........

but i feel like scenario blogs are slowly dying off, maybe that’s just the fate of them, the fandom loses interest and the admins slowly get eaten by real life...

Kise:

“Hey, babe, what's going on?” he asked, walking into your shared bedroom, where you were curled up in blankets, cocooning yourself against everything.

“Nothing, I just... it's nothing, don't worry about it,” you muttered, not moving from the protection of the covers.

“Obviously it's not nothing, something's bothering you...” his voice was soft and he brushed his fingers over your hair that poked out from the blankets. “Why don't you tell me?”

You finally showed your face, one basically devoid of emotion, your eyes seeming to have no light in them, something that broke his heart.

“Well, I just... I can't stop the spiraling thoughts... and it's just gotten worse and worse...”

“Like how bad?” his eyebrows scrunch together.

“Like... I want to take a whole bottle of ibuprofen at once to see if it'll finally off me...” you muttered into the blankets.

His eyes open wide, worry etched into his face. “You didn't though, did you?! You're ok?! You-?!”

“No, I didn't. But it kept crossing my mind and every time it seemed more and more appealing...”

He sighed in relief, wrapping his arms around you in your blanket fortress. “Well... don't. I don't want you to leave me...” he whispered.

“I know. But it's just really hard some days... like today...”

“You want to talk to me about it?”

“...maybe...”

He laid there with you, curled around you, your body so warm and wonderful against his, and you finally opened up to him.

“I just... I don't feel like I'm good enough, Ryouta...”

“Good enough for what?”

“You...? Life? In general, I guess? I don't know how to explain it, it's just... I feel like such a piece of trash all the time...”

He shook his head. “Even if you were a piece of trash, I'd still pick you up.”

You blinked and turned around, giving him an exasperated look while trying to hold back your laughter. “Did you...? Really? That was horrible.”

He smiled and kissed the tip of your nose. “Well it got you to smile, at least.”

“I guess it did...” you sighed, resigned to cuddling with him. “Thanks for being here...”

“Of course.”

Because at the end of the day, you made it through, no matter what, and even when you couldn't feel your way through the darkness, your boyfriend was there to help you.

[dragonflavoredcake]

Zedaph: It wasn't me! Impulse: Or me! Skizz: Not me either! Tango: I tried to stop them! Xisuma: I literally saw you do it and all of you were giggling

[theminecraftbee]

xisuma, partly because of your astonishingly well thought out player husbandry series

should. should i take this as a compliment or an insult. i'll take it as a compliment because xisuma my beloved but i also literally just reblogged that tweet of him deleting his own website by accident.

...actually on second thought.

yeah you know what i buy that i'm xisuma in disguise. that's something i'd do, 100%. yeah sounds like me,

[wyvern-of-whimsy]

Your opinions are correct 👍👍

I feel like the fandom doesnt use cleo in stories nearly as much as they should. They have so much untapped potential. Joe too, tho he is a bit more well-used. I love when they use joe fourth wall breaks in stories <3

Pearl will take on any public worker job and be happy about it. I love her and her building style is so painterly

Tbh i need to watch more false and gem. I really wanted to know what was up with emipres/hermitcraft false lore but i got incredibly busy :( i should go back and watch her season. I watched gem a bit when she first joined the smp and i LOVE her soup group interactions 🤩🤩

X is the most misunderstood character in this fandom. And by misunderstood i dont mean that hes a tragic character, i mean that ppl make him out to be a whole bunch of things that he rly isnt. They make him angrier and more controlling of the server a lot of the time, just by virtue of being admin. They also force him into dad character roles and forget abt how much of a derp he is.

(I rly like x as a character my bad 4 rambling)

I also love bdubs !!!!!! His voice is perfect for his character, hes so boisterous and bubbly. He plays into the bit and i love him for that

Tho nobody plays into the bit like ren-diggity-dog. He rly does just like playing slightly insane royalty. AND THE HIPPIE ARC!!! I hardly watched hc back in s6, but ive gone back and rewatched some of the hippie arc bc its so good

Cub idk too much abt except that hes also unhinged. I liked his sculk infestation arc on empires, and the vex arc too :D

Doc does play the villain great, and all throughout he still makes it clear that its just for the bit and every1 is still buds. My sister loves to watch his hour-long episodes and will not hesitate to talk your ears off abt how cool he is (and his tomatoes)

Holsten and carol are both my beloveds <3. I kinda wish more hcsmp plotlines used npcs

Who r ur fave hermitcraft characters and why?

characters?

that's a very interesting question, because the characters aren't necessarily the creators

that said.... hm.

Cleo, Joe, Pearl, False, Gem, and Xisuma are fun to write about (and isn't that truly the mark of good characters?).

Cleo has both the range and the attitude to star in many different roles, Joe looks at things from a slightly different direction than everyone else, Pearl has an energetic voice and a fantastic attitude, False can come up with the most insane rp idea on the spot and then go about her day as if it never happened, Gem is great (and more pertinently, has a fantastic sense of whimsy about anything she does), while Xisuma tends to get mischaracterised but in his videos has a pleasant combination of sarcasm, charm, intelligence, derpiness, and general relatability.

Others...

BDubs has a fantastic voice, especially when he's hamming it up.

Ren has two settings: dramatic and genuine

Cub usually doesn't rp but when he does (especially when pranking others) his characterisation makes me want to dissect him like an earthworm

Doc plays the villain roles really well

As far as NPCs, I like Holsten (for being hilerious) and Carol (for being mysterious)

There's probably someone I'm forgetting, too.

[hmshermitcraft]

Kersuma for the obsession theme

Ever since keralis had arrived in season 6 he took intrest in xisuma. Something about the way he held himself, especially about how happy he had been seeing keralis again. It felt so right. He needed xisuma... But he couldn't push it. He had to wait.

Season six came and went, then came season seven. His obsession only grew as the admin was his neighbor. He would take pictures of him while he was working or coding or even sleeping. He loved xisuma so much, he needed xisuma.

So when touring x around his city he made his move. He was showing x the inside of one of the buildings, he locked the door behind them. X being the derp he is didn't notice of course.

Keralis started spouting poetry about how he couldn't live wjthout him. X was confused and didn't move. Keralis took that opertunity to pin him down, to make them look eye to eye. To x his voice was almost hypnotic, and while he was terrified he couldn't help but listen to his every word.

Cue keralis being an eldrich monster, slowly letting his form show . not fully he didnt want to make x insane, but he wanted to break him just a bit, judt making sure he would never ever leave him.

💭

A sirens call with an unnatural body, is what Xisuma would refer Keralis looks like when he had confessed, Xisuma loved it, well he believes he loves it, his memories are blurry of Keralis’s confession. But he does know he wants to stay with Keralis forever

[ihavenoconsistentname]

Every now and then I think about what my first impression of Zedaph was like it's hard to explain but I heard his name and expected like. Vibes that are completely different than his actual ones. It's like if you buy a dog online but you don't actually know what kind of dog you're getting all you know is the dog's name and hearing it you think "Oh this is gonna be like a German shepherd or a Rottweiler or something" and then you get there and its actually a tiny little pomeranian puppy

[snowy-bones]

Sorry I was trying to ask if Snowy, Frost, or Arctic had like bone piercings or if they wanted any.

oh uh...i just realized that...i'm sorry there nonni...uh...Snow would not have any, Frost maybe? And Arctic doesn't see a need for those things but he isn't against them.

[silverskye13]

Thinking about a sculk horror story where it spreads and consumes. Thinking about who would be affected worse, where and why.

Thinking about Xisuma being the first one to investigate the find because, "Well, I know I'm a bit of a derp sometimes guys but I am the main admin, yeah? And besides, I'm the guy with the doomguy suit. If anyone's gonna walk through a contaminated area, it's me, right?"

Thinking about Doc getting contaminated because creepers are plant based, and I feel like sculk spreads quickest in plants. By the time he finds out it's growing on him he's already quarantined himself, because sure he's got supervillain vibes but he's responsible.

Thinking about Zedaph and Cub are getting increasingly frustrated when everything they try to decontaminate doesn't work. Thinking about Cub getting volatile as he tries tapping into vex magic to help, but all he does is make the spread worse, because vex magic is chaos and it likes this new scary growing thing.

Thinking about Scar being an allay, and maybe if Cub makes it worse Scar can make it better. But sculk is insidious and adaptable and what works at first starts proving ineffective.

Thinking about how Grian's theater of the mind works as watcher magic, how if people "commit to the bit" or the idea of something hard enough, it happens, because that's how his magic works. Thinking about Grian trying to convince Doc he's fine, because when he convinces people to play along with him it happens. But it doesn't work, and he says he can transform people but he can't turn stone to deepslate. Thinking about how sculk turns everything around it into sculk. Thinking about Doc getting so deep he can't be anything else now.

Thinking about Gem and BDubs, both very organic/plant aligned, falling sick next. Except BDubs hides when he's in distress and Gem denies the inevitable, and it spreads. Thinking about Impulse and Pearl finding Gem, and Etho finding BDubs. Thinking about if any of them would quarantine, or care to.

Thinking about how they find them. Thinking about sculk that keeps you from sleeping, because the deep dark knows no cycle of day. Thinking about phantoms circling, circling, circling, more and more of them because its victims can't sleep.

Thinking about the building dread. About Ren freaking out because his hearing is sensitive, and wasn't Doc's like that when he first caught it? Am I sick? I can't tell guys. What do I do?

Thinking.

The urge to write a horror story rises once again

[nerd-breached-containment]

it’s in, bois.

[d-i-whitecards]

“GREP JOOS.”