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hyperactivelittlebee · 5 years ago

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The oddity at Area77(Hermitcraft)

BEFORE YOU READ, KNOW THIS:

Doc did add some fox DNA to fill in gaps in the chain, this is unexplained in the fix so I wanted to put this here.

This takes place in a AU where Doc going through the infinity portal led him to an entirely different dimension instead.

Ren strummed his guitar as he listened to Grian and Impulse chat across the campfire, their heads adorned with flower crowns as colorful as the conversation. As adorable as they were, his thoughts were not focused on the conversation between the two other hippies, their words slowly slipping together until they were completely foreign to him. The Lycan stood up, putting down his guitar before walking over to the treeline of the manmade cliff hiding the camp.

He squinted, his eyesight sharpening as he searched the grounds of Area 77, huffing at the sight of the empty terrain. No one had seen Doc leave the sight for days, and whenever Scar was out he would always be in a rush- muttering about how he needed to get back to the sight as soon as possible. It was suspicious- everyone on the server knew that- but Xisuma had checked it out and had come back saying they were just expanding the underground.

Ren combed his fingers through his long brown hair, a soft growl bubbling in his throat. No. They couldn't be simply expanding the underground- they were acting too suspicious for that- and he wanted to get to the bottom of it.

Meanwhile, inside Area 77- things were bubbling to the brim.

Doc paced, eye scanning the mess of papers in his hands in anger. Each paper was filled from top to bottom with various notes, mathematical equations, formulas, and descriptions- all his and Scar's handwriting. His eyes scanned the papers furiously, trying to figure out the problem with his notes just as he had been doing for weeks.

Every. single. formula. was. perfect. They had calculated every ounce to a T without a problem, each calculation was flawless-

"So why the fuck isnt it working?!" The creeper hybrid yelled before roaring in frustration and slamming his robotic fist down on the metallic surface, making a sizable dent. Scar jumped in his seat in shock, eyes wide as saucers and shaking. He had just started dozing off when the loud smash sounded and gave him a near heart attack, but now he was fully awake. Doc looked at him, immediately regretting his outburst as he saw the fearful look on the younger man's face, "S-sorry Scar..." His tone was strained, but softer than before making Scar's shaking slowly cease, "I-its fine...I was falling asleep anyway..." The brunette rubbed the tiredness from his eyes.

They tensed when an alarm went off, spinning towards the monitor. On the screen, it showed Ren walking towards the hangar doors with a surprising scowl on his face.

"Shit..." Doc cursed under his breath before grabbing his trident and running out, "I got it Scar..."

"M'kay..."

Doc flew up to the hanger just in time to see Ren pry the doors open gently, the eyes of the pair locking. "Doc." The Lycans voice came out forced as if he was trying to sound simply intimidating but instead, it came out as if he was frustrated with the creeper hybrid.

"Ren. What did I say about coming here? You aren't allowed. It's strictly forbidden." Ren shrugged, trying to relax, "I thought I'd come offer to help you and Scar expand- it's taking you quite a long time."

Fuck. Doc had forgotten about that excuse. He forced a grin, "Thanks, but no thanks. Scar and I have got it covered." Suddenly, the creeper hybrid took in the other male's posture and he narrowed his eyes, "But that's not really why you're here is it."

Sighing, Ren huffed, "Alright, alright. I wanted to know the real reason behind you and Scar's behavior- What the hell are you dudes workin' on?"

"You don't need to know Ren."

"I DO need to, the curiosity is killing me Doc!!"

"Curiosity cannot literally kill you, Ren, now go home and don't make me use my trident and drag you out by the scruff." Ren sputtered, gasping in offense, "You wouldn't dare!!"

"I would."

The two held glares for several minutes before Ren made a mad dash for the ladder all of a sudden, Doc lobbing his trident at him in instinct. The trident snagged his shirt, pinning him to the wall, "I told you, Ren. Now come on." He pinched the back of Ren's neck- his scruff- and took his trident from the wall, dragging the whining younger man out the door. He was going to drag him all the way to the gate, when suddenly Ren shouted something, "C'mon man- Your not my mom or my dad, let go!!"

Doc froze, eye widened as he murmured, "Mom...or dad..." The creeper let go of Ren, eyes wide, "Holy shit, I've got it!!!" He turned and dashed back to the hanger, leaving behind a confused Ren laying on the lawn as he locked the hanger back up and jumped to the bottom of the ladder, sprinting to the lab, "Scar, I think I've got it!!!"

"What??"

"I figured out what we were missing!!" He laughed, beyond ecstatic as he grabbed his notes, "We have the DNA from a female- the mother- but we never added the DNA for a FATHER!!" He whipped around towards Scar, "Quick, I need some of your DNA- Do a cheek swab-" Scar tensed, "What? Why me?"

"Would you rather give Creeper DNA to an already potentially dangerous foreign entity, or would you rather give it human DNA?" Scar was silent, internally face palming as he grabbed a clean Q-tip and did a cheek swab.

He handed the Q-tip to Doc, who put it in a separater. Scar walked over to the machine, entering the formulas and measurements, silently praying for Doc to be right. He and Doc were on their last DNA sample of the unknown female- they had one last shot at this.

"Alright, Stand back with glasses!" Scar grabbed his goggles and ran behind the safety glass with Doc, sealing the door.

The Redstone lit the chamber up in an ominous red as the machine started to shake, flickering between blue and green lights as it powered on. A shadow slowly formed inside it, looking more and more human-shaped as it molded itself.

Doc and Scar's hearts were in their throats, almost weeping in joy. It was working- they were recreating an actual body and technically reviving someone dead. It started to move into the memory transfer, working to restore the being's memories. This was a scientific breakthrough- bigger than the infinity portal, or the weather machine, it would mean everything.

The two scientists' minds were running at a hundred miles an hour with possibilities. Bringing back long-dead societies and servers- reversing Permadeaths- it was all endless.

Then something went wrong.

The alarm went off, the buttons on the machine blinked red, the monitors flashed with "System failure" all over them, "Shit!!" Scar shouted, excitement turning into fear in seconds.

Doc scrambled to do something to stop the process- The body was more likely already formed, it was proof enough, "Scar! Shut it down!!" Scar nodded and slammed his hand down on a button labeled "Abort", all the systems shut down at once and the only light coming from the emergency lights around them.

The pair shook, staring into the room. There was a soft hiss as the body chamber began to open, prompting Doc to spring into action and race into the room.

The chamber door opened and sure enough, in the cushioned cradle was the small form of a baby, still and silent. He ran in, kneeling down by the cradle and cautiously scooping it up.

The first thing he noticed was that it was a female, the idea instilling itself as Scar ran in immediately with a soft-looking baby blanket. The second noticeable thing was her short, incredibly pure snow-white hair and two large silver fox ears followed by a long fluffy silver foxtail protruding from her lower back. The third thing he noticed, was that due to aborting early her body wasn't finished forming. She was missing her leg up to her kneecap on one leg, and the other was missing halfway down her shin- the ends just being clean stumps.

Her skin was a milky white like a ghost.

A pit formed in the brunette's stomach as anxiety settled in, Doc's fingers pressing against her pulse, his eyes searching for some sign of life. Scar's swallowed dryly, the pure fear settling in that this- the endless nights of exhaustion, the multitude of trips in and out of the Infinity portal just for simple excavation, the endless formulas and equations and mountains of crumpled papers- might've all been for nothing.

Doc held his breath as he prayed for a pulse, "Please...please wake up..." He murmured, eye searching the baby's face for anything- any signs of life.

Nothing came.

The creeper hybrid felt like he was going to break down right then. He slowly placed the baby back in the crib and walked back to the door, the exhaustion creeping back in on him as devastation weighed heavy in his heart, "This experiments over. I...I can't do this anymore Scar. I thought I could handle this- but I can't..." Scar could see it in his eyes- the hurt, the pain, the devastation.

Doc had wanted this to succeed more than anything else. Sure, it was proof he could play Notch for a brief moment! Just long enough to stick it to everyone who told him he would never be able to. However, it was also personal.

Doc and Scar had been searching ruins from the infinity dimension, quickly realizing they had stumbled across a dying- or perhaps already long-dead- species settlement. They searched and searched, digging until they came across an almost fully decayed body of one of the natives. They tested the DNA sample only to find that the DNA matched nothing the servers had seen before- then Doc had the idea. He wanted to use the dead tissue to try and rebirth the species.

Was it a good idea? In hindsight, not really.

Was the idea of potentially playing Notch and creating life alluring? Absolutely.

But now was their last chance- having used up the last strands of DNA they had from the remains- and it had failed for what, the 27th time? They had made it far enough to almost fully create a body- so, so close...but in the end, they couldn't give it life.

Scar gently patted Doc's back, "Okay...you just...You go rest-"

A wail cut Scar off, his eyes growing as wide as saucers. Doc whipped around in surprise, his voice caught in his throat as his eyes locked on the babe, who squirmed and wail in the cradle- eyes screwed shut and little hands reaching for empty air. Scar felt all his anxiety and fear wash away with that wail, tears of relief gathering in his eyes.

Doc walked over to the cradle, reaching out to pick up the baby before flinching back, looking at his prosthetic arm with uncertainty. Instead, he reached down and gently petted the top of the baby's head. Slowly, the baby calmed, instead making soft cooing noises.

He looked to Scar as he drew his hand back, "Scar, you pick them up. When you do, they'll probably open their eyes and imprint on you." His voice was faint, weary and strained. Scar raised a brow, "Why can't you? You're the one that conducted the experiment after all...Are you uncomfortable with the idea of it imprinting on you?"

Doc looked at Scar, tensing and biting his lip- his sharp teeth digging into his bottom lip, "It...its not that I'm uncomfortable! I-i just- They've got YOUR DNA, your technically their father a-and- and-...god dammit..." The creeper hybrid cursed under his breath, unable to formulate better words as Scar gave him a look that screamed unconvinced, "I just-" He sighed in defeat, looking at the brunette with a rare moment of vulnerability, "I don't think...having her imprint on me is a good idea."

"Why not?" Scar's voice was soft, silently telling Doc that whatever he felt, Scar would at least try to understand.

"Scar...Look at me. To a child- I look like a monster under the bed! I mean- I intimidated and terrified the hell out of everyone on the server when I first arrived simply by appearance alone! I'm missing an eye, half my face, and an arm. I replaced them with metal plating on my shoulder and face, a robotic arm, and a cold, emotionless, glowing red laser-like dot for an eye." He ranted, his voice remaining quiet enough to not disturb the baby but loud enough to get his anger across, "But that only added to my already scary appearance. I'm practically a giant with how tall I am but instead of being mostly lanky like Mumbo and X, I'm well built with muscles- which I'm not complaining about that necessarily, but a child sees how big I am and normally they run the other way crying!" He strode closer towards an unwavering Scar, towering over the smaller man with a snarl on his face, showing off his teeth as his voice grew firmer, "I'm a Creeper Scar- I walk among everyone else and talk with them as if I'm one of you but I am still just that- A mob made to instinctively blow up and kill as many as I can. My teeth are sharp to let me consume meat, My skin is tough like iron armor and rough like gravel to protect me, my nails are meant to slash and draw blood- Fuck, the only thing I've managed to not break or hurt has been Redstone machinery! I'm meant to kill-" He drew back, eye filled with anger at not Scar, but himself, "Not to raise something as delicate and soft as a baby. I don't....My DNA might have been blended with a little bit of humans- My father might have been a human- but that instinct? The one that gives parents an urge to love and protect their child? I don't have that in me. You do, Scar."

The room was quiet as the two stared each other down, Scar standing stubbornly.

"With all due respect, Doc...that's the most moronic thing you've ever said."

"Excuse me?" Doc scoffed, shock written on his face. Scar narrowed his eyes, "Doc- look at me. Do I look like the nicest guy?" Doc's eyes scanned the younger man's face, his eyes drawn towards the 3 large scars across his face, left to right, and the piercing gold irises, "No, I don't. People look at me and are immediately repulsed by my scars- how do you think I came across that name? People started calling me Scar and disregarded my real name- I don't even remember how long ago it was when suddenly the only name I knew was Scar! "Despite how he looks, It's always a good time with Scar!" They mocked...Nobody was around who remembered my birth name and so eventually I just- forgot it...I adopted the name and phrase people from my home server called me where ever I went- Scar Goodtimes." His tone was surprisingly solemn and tame, catching Doc off guard, "Doc, your situation? Honestly, its a shame on me to compare to my own- My scars aren't nearly as bad as yours- but I know what your feeling. Let me tell you- You are passing off the opportunity of a lifetime, are you sure you want to do that?"

Doc was frozen in place, eye growing wide. He had never really thought about it like that, he never wondered why Scar was named something so blatantly obvious, he never realized this truly was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

It wasn't like he'd ever settle down with someone- he was fine with being single- so this would probably be the only chance he'd have at experiencing being a father.

The hybrid took a deep breath, "Fine...your right Scar." He smiled warily, "I didn't get this far without seizing opportunities or taking risks after all." Doc chuckled nervously, turning to the crib and looking inside. The baby's eyes were still shut and she was now nibbling on the blanket Scar had draped over her earlier, seemingly unaware of his presence.

He cleared his voice before speaking quietly, "Hello little one..." Doc reached into the crib, gently scratching the baby's back. The baby let out a gurgling noise, turning to his hand and grabbing his finger with little hands.

The Creeper heart felt lighter, the soft coo's reaching his ears and the feeling of soft, delicate little hands wrapped around his fingers.

"Bah!" The baby yelled out the word so suddenly it made Doc and Scar jump a little bit. Doc looked up at Scar, his eye begging for the other man's help, "What- what do I do now?" The brunette rolled his eyes, walking over and standing on the opposite side of the crib, "Pick her up. Support her head and body most importantly- She probably isn't old enough to support it on her own..."

Doc gulped nervously as he slowly scooped up the smaller body into his arms, shifting around a bunch before just settling on cradling it in his arms, pressed against his chest. He felt like he was physically melting as he gazed down at the being in his arms, an awestruck smile crossing his face as he looked up at Scar, "She's...she's so tiny...Scar- Scar it's so small I-i- M-My chest hurts- My heart- I can't- She's so cute-"

Scar gawked in silent amazement at the display before him. Doc was shaking, looking like he was about to cry as he shakily held the baby in his arms. The scientist's smile was so incredibly contagious and his voice was soft, squeaky and breathless as he tried to convey what he felt.

That hard shell Doc kept up so often was crumbling to pieces at his feet just like that, "M-maybe you should sit down..." Scar muttered and put a hand on Doc's back, leading him out the machine and grabbing two chairs from the control room, setting them down and leading Doc to sit.

Their attentions snapped back towards the baby as it let out an excited gurgle, "DAH!" She stretched her arms towards Doc's face, eyes opened wide and fixed on him with a large smile on her face.

Her eyes sparkled as they focused on him, a soft gasp sounding as his breath hitched, eye-widening. Her left eye was a shimmering forest green, but her right was a milky, clouded white. Half-blind.

"Heh....well, I'll be darned-"

Scar's voice cut off as a sob retching itself from Doc's throat, looking back to him in shock as he saw shimmering tears stream down the right side of his face, a wide grin on his lips as he bent down and brought her closer to his face, resting his forehead against hers as overjoyed sobs just kept coming. Incoherent blabbers came from his mouth, a large, shaky smile stretched across his lips as tiny hands roamed his face. They touched his cheeks, grabbed his nose, and tugged gently at his hair.

Doc felt like dying- his heart was swelling, his emotions were horrendously out of wack, he felt weak in the legs.

He looked up at Scar, his voice broken, "S-Scar...a-am I having a heart attack?" Scar sputtered, shocked, "What? Of course not-"

"T-then what IS this...this f-feeling?"

Scar blinked. Once. Twice. Then a smile of realization hit him, "That's joy, Doc. Really- Intense joy..."

"Joy...."

Doc separated his forehead from the baby's, warmth settling itself in his stomach as Scar sat closer and leaned in, "May I?" His voice was just above a whisper once again, looking to the creeper hybrid for permission, "Y-yea...go ahead..."

Scar gently took the baby from Doc's arms, cradling it in his arms and gasping softly, "She's...surprisingly light?"

"I know..."

Silence took priority in the room, Scar gently humming as he rocked the child to sleep. When the baby yawned gently and closed its eyes, the brunette spoke up again, "What are you going to name her?"

Doc thought, gazing at the sleeping baby in his friend's arms until finally, it clicked, "Amal." Scar snorted softly, looking at him, "Amal? What's that mean?"

"Well... there are many meanings but- a more common one is to have hope...to be bright, clean, pure..." Doc's gaze only softened as he spoke, making Scar's melt a little.

He wished the others could see this.

"Amal it is then..."

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spruceplank · 5 years ago

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At first it wasn’t noticeable. Maybe the blocks you just broke would suddenly go back to where they had been. Maybe your hits wouldn’t connect with the mob you were hitting. Then it slowly got worse and worse. And then the world around them started to vanish.

And that was only the beginning.

It was almost strange, to be going back to normal life now. After what had only happened about two weeks ago, just going back to normal life was kinda strange. Thinking back on it, he couldn’t help the feeling of dread in his gut. Everything that happened one after another, and they didn’t have any answers either. Not even a real idea of what might be going on.

It had been rough. Because of the rain they had agreed to camp out in the stock exchange together as it wasn’t worth it to try and fly somewhere when their elytra were soaked. It had only seemed to rain harder once Grian was thrown back into the fountain. The rain pelting them so hard he could feel it in his bones.

They filed inside, splitting off as they did so. Mumbo carried Grian inside off to the left and he followed after his mustached friend. Ever since Grian had first done that at False’s place he’d been extremely worried. Then after what just happened he was extremely concerned. For the most part Grian looked relatively unharmed. His hands were fine which was surprising because he had literally just crushed a diamond sword with his bare hands. That should’ve left marks but it hadn’t. Then there was his back. He watched Mumbo set Grian down so he was laying slightly on his side and oh god. Large gashes cut through Grian’s sweater and undershirt into his skin. Bruises covered his friend’s back in shades of blues and blacks. Blood coated the frayed edges of his sweater and shirt. This, this was horrible.

Fishing around his inventory and pulling out his enderchest, he quickly dug through his shulker boxes, and managed to find a potion of regeneration. Uncapping it he poured it onto Grian’s back, coating each of the gashes as evenly as he could. Slowly but surely, the wounds faded a bit and the bruises dulled. What he ended up seeing instead was a pair of faded, jagged purple scars between Grian’s shoulder blades. The kind of scar that wouldn’t ever heal. That was something else. He shared a look with Mumbo, who looked worriedly over Grian with a frown. Things were only growing worse with each new thing that happened.

After a small discussion he walked away from his fellow architechs to go check in with the others. Looking around he finds most of his fellow hermits are asleep in small piles scattered around the main entrance hall. Doc, Ren, Cub, Scar and False were asleep across from him in a small pile.

Impulse and Tango the latter whom had Zedaph sleeping on his shoulder were quietly talking. A little further down X, Wels, Python, and Jevin are still worriedly hovering over Biffa waiting for him to wake up. He walked over to where Impulse and Tango were talking in hushed tones and joined in on their conversation.

“Well the first thing was Stress falling into the void, but things are progressing faster than we can figure out what’s wrong.” Impulse said.

“Then came me and Zed getting trapped. That was definitely man made. There’s no way that was naturally generated.” Tango added, lips pressed tight, eyes far away. Impulse placed a hand on Tango’s shoulder.

“Then Scar got trapped.” Impulse added.

“Then Falsie got possessed.” He input, looking over to where she slept leaning against the wall, sandwiched between Ren and Scar. He looked a little further down the hall, whispering as he continued, “And then Biffa.”

Tango nodded to where Mumbo and Grian were across the hall, “Grian’s been possessed too, but something other than what got Falsie and Biffa.”

“Is there any common thread between them?” He asked though he knew full well that none of them had any idea what was going on. Tango shook his head slowly, fist clenched in his lap.

Impulse looked around at the others scattered around them. He seemed to be arguing with himself about something between the far away look in his eyes and the way he bit the inside of his cheek. He looked back at both of them before taking a deep breath and sharing what he was thinking, “Well whatever is possessing Grian is different from what had False and Biffa. We don’t know anything about where Grian came from before we found him in this new world. He doesn’t remember anything either.”

“You think that something about Grian’s past is related to this?” he asked unsure.

Impulse took a deep breath, eyes still slightly far away before speaking, “Well we all know how we get new worlds right? Xisuma gets those weird dreams when we can all feel it in the air that the time is soon to start again. We all spend a week gathering supplies and completing the journey to a new world that has always been empty before. No matter how far we travel in a new world its always empty, there’s nothing else there. Sure others have come into our world when we’ve been there for a while and such, but we know they’re coming. Grian showed up in that new world and it was just as much of a surprise for him and it was for us. And the others before knew they were coming to join us. They knew the universe had sent them to us and they could remember where they had come from.”

“But Grian woke up only knowing his name and how to survive. No past memories of learning anything or people he had met before. And he couldn’t have come from a single world, he was too used to interacting with others for that.” Tango finished the thought.

He thought about it and realized something about all this, “That’s only about Grian though, what about what’s happening in the world, to all of us?”

Both Impulse and Tango looked at each other and then back to him. Before anyone else could say anything though, X walked up next to them, “How’s Grian?”

“I gave him a regen potion for the wounds on his back, he should be fine after he gets some sleep hopefully. How’s Biffa?” He asked looking up at Xisuma who stood next to them. Xisuma looked more worn out that at least half of them combined. The length of their struggles hit him at that point, how long had they been going without a break? X especially?

X looked over his shoulder at Biffa who was in the middle of whispering fiercely back and forth with Jevin and Python. X smiled slightly and turned back to them, exhaustion clearly worn on his face, “Fine now that he’s awake. His eyes are back to normal, he remembers what happened I think, but because Doc stunned him with the lightning to get him to stop, he says his head hurts and he can’t make sense of it yet.”

“He’ll probably remember after some rest.” Tango said, looking past X and then back at their leader, “Something we all could use.”

X looked around the hall, “You’re right I suppose. But we don’t-”

He shook his head and cut X off, “Rest now, we’ll talk in the morning when everyone’s awake and able to process things better. We’re running on like no sleep.”

X sighed, “Alright you win. We’ll talk in the morning.”

Except in the morning there really isn’t much else to discuss. Biffa does remember watching when Jevin died though he was not in control. Aside from that and feeling guilty about the situation he can’t remember else more other than he wasn’t the one in control. Grian didn’t wake up until two days after with a concussion and no recollection of anything that happened aside from that they left False’s base.

With nothing else to go off of, they all tried to go back to their normal lives. So here he was out on his mooshroom island of doom half heartedly building things. He’s half tempted to tear down his build and start all over again when he hears someone call his name. Peering over the wall he’s building on he sees Stress waving up at him. Well he could’ve used the break anyways.

They spend a majority of the afternoon making slime block trampolines across the mooshroom island of doom. By the time the sun sets and the stars rise they’re exhausted. Laying back on one of their trampolines looking up at the stars when Stress breaks the silence, “Thanks for that.”

“What do you mean?” he asked her.

“Taking a break to just goof around with me.” She shifted, sitting up and looking out over the ocean before speaking again with a sad tone in her voice, “Usually all of us are having fun and being silly but after everything that’s been happening. Well it seemed like no one was having fun anymore. So thanks.

He looks at her smiles and gives a wide grin in return, “Anytime.”

And later when he waves her off through the nether portal, all he can think about is that the worst is only yet to come.

Though he thought the worst was only yet to come, this was far worse than he ever imagined. When he and Mumbo decided to get together to fix some of Sahara’s redstone this was not what he imagined would happen.

“I still don’t know why you wanted me here.” Grian complained yet again from his spot on a row of shulker boxes over by the window. The never ending storm raged on behind him, lightning illuminating the shopping district as thunder echoed overhead. He stuck his head around one of the modules to look over at Grian.

Mumbo also stuck his head out around the redstone to look over at Grian before sighing, “I already told you -”

“If you say its to supervise you again I am going to throw another potato in the system.” Grian cut off not sitting up as he laid staring up at the ceiling. He knew it was a joke, but to threaten Sahara - their most beautiful and brilliant creation of doom - that was just too cruel.

“You would threaten to break this fantastic system yet again? Grian, I feel so betrayed.” He mocked fake hurt, “Do not take out our lively hood just because Mumbo wasn’t macho enough to say he missed hanging out with you.”

“Lively hood?” Grian echoed back in shock, sitting up to stare at him with a look of done that words could not otherwise convey.

“Macho enough?” Mumbo sputtered out looking offended as he whipped around to face him.

Grian shook his head and continued to diss their brilliant creation, “At what point have we been making enough diamonds to call this a lively hood? We haven’t even broken even!”

“I am so macho enough!” Mumbo grumbled out, looking actually upset at that comment.

He shared a look with Grian. Okay when he said that he was just trying to distract Grian but this was a whole new can of worms, “Are you really hung up on that part?”

“Yes!” Mumbo exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

Grian rolled his eyes and groaned before shooting back, If you just wanted to hang out you could’ve just asked me straight away like a normal person!”

Mumbo didn’t answer for a minute, before he turned back to question his earlier statement, “Wait why did you call Sahara our lively hood?”

He couldn’t hold it any longer and burst out laughing, “BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Mumbo! Is all that redstone gone to your head?! You’re lagging worse than the server does!” Grian choked out between laughs.

“Look its been a long day and one of my villagers got turned into a witch and now both of you are distracting me from this very important work!” Mumbo groaned, rubbing at his face which smeared redstone all over it in the process.

Grian looked around and took in what Mumbo had been doing before commenting, “Ah yes, placing hoppers, the most important part of all of Sahara.”

Mumbo’s eyes lit up, the way they always did when he was about to talk about anything redstone related, and started his explanation, “Yes! They’re super important! Otherwise-”

“Wait Mumbo, aren’t those hoppers backwards?” he interrupted. He could clearly see the exact same thought process he had just gone through when looking around the warehouse. Every hopper he had placed today was facing backwards. It hurt, it hurt a lot to realize it, but to watch Mumbo go through all five stages of grief in such a short span of time. Who else but their favorite spoon?

“Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Mumbo whined.

“Well maybe he’s just gone bananas Iskall, are you sure he wasn’t the one with the concussion?” Grian added trying to at least salvage the situation just a little.

“Grian, Grian, Grian, you have to know that Mumbo already went bananas. How could you forget Molebo and the great bananas incident?” he threw back, barely containing his laughter.

Mumbo turned away from the great spoonage of hopper placements to defend himself, “Look that was not my fault! Either of you could’ve just shot me a message to confirm you saw the emergency code!”

“And get you caught for fraternizing with the enemy? That ruins the whole point of a mole Mumbo!” Grian threw back, smile wide as he giggled.

“How was I supposed to know you saw the message then?!” Mumbo snipped back, anger fading a bit at the friendly jabs.

“Look you were the one who picked up the wrong book of orders.” Grian defended.

Mumbo paused for a minute, clearly remembering the situation at hand before he threw his hands up and yelled, “Argh I am not arguing about this again! It’s over! It’s done! We won the war! It’s in the past!”

“Clearly your spoon tendencies aren’t though.” he said under his breath before asking louder so the others could hear, “How many of those hoppers have you even placed?”

Mumbo looked around the warehouse sadly, “Ugh… Too many.”

“Wow maybe you did need me to actually supervise.” Grian said shocked.

“At least you didn’t start putting the… oh no no no please do not tell me you had started to do the item filters without even realizing it.” he started so hopeful. It would just be an easy fix to tear down the hoppers and fix them. Sure it’d be time consuming but no harm done, but Mumbo seemed to droop closer to the ground with every word he said. Even his moustache seemed to try and sink closer to the ground. No, no, no that was hours of work for nothing!

Grian seemed to realize the gravity of the situation as he looked between both of them, “You didn’t”

“Oh no Mumbo how far did you get?” he questioned, hoping it was only like half way through even though he knew it was the worst possible outcome knowing Mumbo.

“........” Mumbo mumbled something under his breath that neither him nor Grian could hear.

“Don’t turn into mumbleJumbo, answer the question.” Grian prodded.

Mumbo whined high pitched before sharing with the class, “....I only had two more to go…..”

“Okay that’s waiting until tomorrow I refuse to redo that all today I am already exhausted.” He threw his hands up in defeat and started to put his tools away.

“But if the sun never rises when does today end?” Grian wondered, watching him.

“It ends after I go to bed.” he threw back.

“If only that worked to reset the day/night cycle. Or even just made it stop raining.” Mumbo said wishfully as he looked out the windows.

“Please let it stop raining I can’t fly in this weather! This is ridiculous and the nether portals are still getting broken randomly and I refuse to get stuck in the nether!” Grian yelled angrily at the sky. In response the storm only seemed to pick up, thunder rumbling loudly over head as rain seemed to soak the ground faster than before.

Sighing he knew there was only one answer, “Well guess we’ll just have to have a sleepover then.”

“Yeah we can go sleep in the vault, you know among our vast riches earned from our lively hood!” Mumbo gripped from where he was packing things into a shulker box near the wall.

Grian laughed, “I don’t know if there’s enough room for us in there Mumbo between all the air our lively hood has earned us!”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah I get it.” he muttered. Grinning with the sudden thought he yelled at Mumbo his rebuttal, “At least I didn’t surrender in the build off!”

“Oh come on! Low blow Iskall, low blow!” Mumbo yelled back.

“Yeah just like your entry in the contest, low!” Grian called out, hi-fiving him as they both laughed.

This, this was what he missed. Stress was right, when was the last time they had fun? Though as they feel asleep to the rain outside and the light of the end rods in the vault, he couldn’t shake the sinking feeling in his gut. That they’d gotten to comfortable with the way things had become. That soon, soon they’d pay a high price for lowering their guard so much.

How long had he been here? There wasn’t any sense of time stuck in the void. Something caught his attention though, there in the distance, was that light? He moved closer, slowly drifting through nothingness. In the vast expanse of black, there was a hole. Shaped like a nether portal there was a white void, surrounded in obsidian and nether brick? A sign was on the top part of the portal.

HermitCraft 6

One of them is here

Wait, how was there a way back? What had caused this? Whatever it was it couldn’t be good. Not that it was his problem anymore. He’d been banned from that place. But without that presence in his mind, he’d come to terms with a lot of things. And whatever had managed to cut through the void to that world, it was dangerous and powerful. He could help, warn them about it.

Resolved to help those he could’ve come to call friends, he entered the portal. As he did so though, he noticed something odd as he stared into the void as it vanished. In the never ending vast expanse of black nothingness, two white eyes stared back at him.

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