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[fan-da-nerd]

“we don’t tolerate that here” a Hermitcraft fanfic

yso i saw an anon post from @give-grian-rights that gave me inspiration to write a Hermitcraft one-shot based on the Sam’s funeral... story? anyway, i hope you enjoy

TW: panic attacks, trauma, death, beating abusers to death, vomiting  mention

no one planned for it to happen, no one really even knew. but that changed one day when mumbo was just wandering around the forest and found himself at the foot of Grian’s mansion. the prismirine build towered above him, casting a shadow over him in the late day sun. The mustacheio’d man decided to have a peek inside the mansion just to see if Grian was there and if he’d done anything new.  

he strolled inside, past the map corridor into the main room. he huffed quietly as he looked around at the sprawling sorting system. you really need to get on that he thought to himself. he continued to look around, not seeing Grian anywhere. 

just then he heard crying. quiet and whimpering from behind the rows of HMMMMM. Mumbo made his way around them, looking around for the source of the noise. he found it in a bundle of red jumper and shimmering wings. wings wrapped tight around him as he laid curled on the floor. mumbo moved swiftly over to him, slowing when he got close. 

“Grian?” he spoke gently as he took a step closer. the man on the floor curled up tighter with a yelp, shaking with unsteady breath. “its ok Grian, its me, mumbo.” he whimpered again then gagged and cough roughly. this continued, gagging and wheezing so much then he uncurled  and braced himself up. mumbo hurried over to his friend and rested his hand on his back. Grian flinched in surprise but continued to cough. 

“hey, hey, Grian look at me. its ok, what do you need? mumbo asked in a panic. Grian wheezed again, but finally looked up at mumbo. eyes bloodshot and face pale from fear and pain. the dark haired man moved quickly when Grian started gagging again. grabbing the nearest composter and moving it in front of his friend, helping him get up and lean against it. 

“what happened, did you eat a pufferfish? do you need a health potion, milk?” he continued berating him with questions as he started to get up to grabbed whichever liquid he could find first. As he started to stand he felt a hand rest on his knee. he looked down and met Grian’s eyes, where the shorter man just slowly shook his head. tears ran down his face and his breathing still jerked and wheezed. Mumbo slowly kneeled down again as Grian turned and coughed again, starting to claw at his throat. 

“Grian, don’t. what’s happening?” he muttered in distress. Grian didn’t speak for a moment the muttered.

“pan- panic” 

mumbo thought for a moment panic, panic, panic- “panic attack?” he asked quickly. Grian nodded, holding his throat and coughing like he was trying to cough something up. 

“water” he muttered, and mumbo began rummaging though his bag for a water bucket. he pulled it out and handed it to Gri, who chugged it in less than 30 seconds. he coughed but finally leaned back, his chest rose up and down sporadically.

“hey, hey. breath Grian. in for 5-”

they continued like this together, in, hold, out.in a couple minute Grian had stopped crying,  and his breathing had steadied to a normal steady pace. mumbo moved in front of him slowly. “ok, Grian. what happened? you don’t have to tell me, but if you are willing to. I want to help.” Grian stared off into nothing, his eyes started to well up with tears again as he seemed to see things no one else could. Mumbo could hear him trying to force his breath to stay calm. Grian took a deep breath, then everything began to spill out.

“I saw a white rabbit and it sent me spiraling and i couldn't stop thinking and he hurt me it hurt so bad he cut my wings, forces plastic down my throat he tried to MURDER me Mumbo he put a knife in my side and i still feel like there's plastics lodged in my throat and I want to scream and cry whenever i think about it and Sam so many and done so much terrible things and he didn’t get his karma-” this vent ended is mumbo grabbing him and pulling him close, trying to stop the spiraling before it gets back to how it was when he found him. Grian's shoulders when slack and he leaned into the hug, and they sat there together in silence. 

mumbo sat there, trying to think of something to say to this. he knew that Grian didn’t like talking too much about his early past. sure they’d learned some things, other worlds like Evo and projects he did in his own world but they never knew much. and definitely not this. he thought for what felt like an hour before finally asking. “are you ok now?” He could feel Grian hesitate, but nod. “ok. whatever happened in your past, its not the present. you’re with us now.” 

Grian took a breath and pulled away from his mustached friend. His eyes softened and he smiled. “thanks mumbo.” he nodded and stood up, offering a hand to his shorter friend. Grian took his hand and pulled himself to his feet, stumbling but standing. 

“hey Grian?”

“yeah?” 

“is it ok if i tell X about this? so that more people can know about your triggers and avoid-” he made a vague gesture “this? its ok if not” Grian thought for a moment then nodded.

“probably easier than me trying to talk though it” he chuckled quietly at the end. Mumbo smiled, half happy half concerned before glancing at the door. 

“ok, then I think I’m going to leave now. if your ok-” Grian cut him off with a nod. Mumbo waved goodbye, then took off with only 20 rockets. 

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Mumbo flew around, weaving between the towers of the jungle looking for the Admin.  he eventually spotted him in his main tower and landed on the balcony. Xisuma was setting his ravenger helmet, no doubt having just changed after a decked out run. he spotted mumbo and spun around, grabbing his Bee helmet on the way around. “Mr. Jumbo, what do i own the pleasurer?” 

“hey X...” Mumbo started, very suddenly realizing he did not know how to open this conversation. “I wanted to let you know about something that happened with Grian.” X’s face fell a little as he tilted his head to the side 

“is he ok? 

mumbo sighed and shrugged “not really. i found him having a panic attack in his mansion. he said he’s ok now but i thought you should know.” 

“oh,’ Xisuma’s voice softened as he sat down against the wall, locking his helmet on as he went. “mind telling me what happened?” Mumbo sat down across from him and began to explain everything he could remember. Clipped wings, attempted murder, stabbing, harassments, unfulfilled karma. it was a little hard to see Xisuma’s expression behind the black visor, but Mumbo could make out concern with tinges of anger. an expression he was not used to seeing on the bee man. when mumbo finished X was deep in thought. he nodded slowly before looking down at his communicator. the device they use to message, research, change worlds, ect. 

“did he say who this was?” Mumbo pauses for a minute as he tried to remember. 

“it was... Sam? the spiral was also caused by a white rabbit. that's all i really know.” X nodded and looked back up at Mumbo.

“thanks for letting me know.” something about his voice sat oddly with the dark haired man but he let it go. to be honest Mumbo was angry himself. that someone would hurt Grian like that and not his due. he stood up and nodded at X, who nodded back. something told him that X understood what Mumbo was feeling. He turned around and jumped off the tower, taking off into the blue. “Sam.. rabbit.” X muttered to himself as he began to type into his device. 

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the next morning came with an odd message from X.

‘if anyone would like to join me in punishing, meet at the SD between the diamond trees in 5’ -Xisumavoid

‘sounds fun. I’m in’ -TangoTek

‘what?” -impulseSV

5 minutes later roughly half the server was there. some out of curiosity, some trusting that if X wants to punish someone its probably reasonable.  Etho, impulse, Ren, Mumbo, False, tango, Iskall, Wels, and of course Xisuma were all gathered together in front of the whirling portal.

“mind explaining why we’re gathered here?” Wels asked as he looked around at how many people had arrived. X took and breath and walked in front of the group. 

“ladies and gentleman, today we’re here because a member of our community has terrible trauma and an abuser who got away without punishment. an abuser who killed, maimed, manipulated, and injured multiple people in a non responing world” silence fell over the group in surprise. “I believe they deserve to get punished. you in?” no words were spoken but Wels stood up tall and pulled his sword. others followed suit and did the same. Etho pulled his bow and tango loaded a crossbow with a rocket. X nodded, and began to type into his device. 

as they stood around, none of the notice and short man in a jumper flying into the district. he started towards the barge but turned when he saw a gathering of half the server who looked like they were ready for homicide. he didn’t want to interrupt so he kept to the side and just watched. of all the things he thought could be happening, Sam Gladiator falling from the sky was not on that list. every muscle in his body tensed, wanting to book it or throw hands but instead it just froze stock still. 

The Bunny boy plummeted from the sky and landed with a hard thud. he stood, with everything spinning but saw himself surrounded by people he did not know. at first. then, hiding beside a large blue sea creature he saw an old friend of his. glancing around, the multiple armed adults was... surprising, but not too concerning. Everyone was dying or killing back home. he stood to his feet and took a step towards the older kid. as he did this, mumbo followed his gaze and spotted the small bundle of red and gray, panicking instantly. without thinking he lurched forward and shot his blade out, blocking Sam from getting to Grian. 

he looked up at Grian and only saw fear, he had taken a step back in perfect sync with Sam stepping forward. Instantly, mumbo only saw red hot rage. X’s voice broke the daze as he spoke of the crowd. “you are the one who hurt him, aren’t you?” his tone implied that he wasn’t really asking. 

Sam turned to him and laughed. “Its not that bad-” 

“You. abused. him.” X snapped back, exasperated and pissed. “and we don’t tolerate that here. Go.” that was all that was needed. 

The fight broke out instantly, a kid with a knife clashing with explosions and swords. People of both sides had blades stabbed into them and the bunny boy held surprisingly well in the fight. that does not mean he did well. he died multiple times and every time he responed again and got back into the fight. it was nearly impossible to head over the clash of metal and fireworks a yard from your face. The incoming storm did not help, the distant roar of thunder and shocks of light made the whole thing even more disorienting. 

Grian watched this go on, seeing the people he loved and the land he called home. for the first time in a while, he looked at the white rabbit ear and still felt safe. they were willing to research, summon, and fight a guy they don't even know except as a murderer. just because he had hurt Grian. his muscles relaxed as he blinked the shock out of his eyes. he watched the fight rage on, the dark clouds coming in, and got an idea. he slinked into guardian goodies and found the ender chest. he rummaged through it and found what he was looking for. standing up and pulled out the glistening trident, lightning crackling between the prongs. he climbed up guardian goodies, stood up on the top, and he smiled. He felt absolutely honored and loved by the hermits, but it was time for him to face his past. this was his fight, and he knew that the hermits were by his side in the battle. 

he pulled up his device and typed two simple words.

‘get back.’- grian

everyone looked around, and when they finally saw him his eye were sharp on Sam. Trident lifted above his head, crackling with power and magic. his knuckles turned white as he thought about all that had happened, everything that he’d done. everyone pulled away from Sam, leaving him exposed as Grian finally shot forward and let it all go.

lightning cracked down on sam, and this time he didn’t respon

no proofreading, we die like men

[star-captain]

Failed Experiment

Inspiration has struck! I've really been struggling to write these past few days, but Red has been such an awesome friend. Helping me through writer's block with his amazing ideas and awesome art!

So have some Edolas Xisuma angst! Hes fun to write.

The Edolas AU and Edolas Xisuma are the ideas of @theguardiansofredland .

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Edolas Xisuma plops down onto the chair, letting it roll over to the tower of vials, flasks, and funnels. Solutions of various colors, horribly dangerous chemicals and acids, mix and bubble as they flow from serum to serum. Most of the glassware is chipped, scars from previous experiments gone awry. But as long as they work, he’ll keep using them. 

Xisuma pries open the stopper of a vial. It took him weeks to gather a genetic sample of this caliber. It’s hard to get a patch of skin, of living tissue and muscle this large. It’s fresh, and has been bathing in chemicals to keep it from starting to decompose. He can’t let it die. At least, not yet. 

He affixes the scrap of tissue to a petri dish, placing the flesh at the bottom of the tower. Beneath one flask, he lights a burner. The flame sparks, nearly catching his long hair on fire. He knows general lab protocol says to keep hair tied back behind him- he just doesn’t care. It wouldn’t be the first time he set himself on fire. Likely wouldn’t have been the last either. 

“Live sample acquired. Hopefully Mumbo doesn’t ask why Grian is bandaged around the arm.” He writes down his notes as he speaks to himself. His hands twitch and shake as he scribbles down notes, making the script hardly ledgible even to him. “My concoction is almost complete. Then, I can finally start the experiment.” 

Don’t forget to wear your mask, bro. The memory of Ex’s voice haunts Xisuma in the silence of his lab. Why can’t this damned serum be ready sooner? He doesn’t want his brother’s voice haunting him like a ghost, warning him to be careful or to think about what he’s doing. He just wants to do it. 

He looks at the protective gear his brother made him. It’s scratched, from however many times his own experiments have blown up in hsi face, but still useable. Still useful. As much as Xisuma hates to admit it, his brother’s stupid mask has kept him from certain death multiple times. 

Xisuma sighs, and pulls the mask over his face, tucking his hair back. This experiment could have similar results, and maybe it will keep Ex’s voice from his head. The flask he was waiting to heat is finally boiling, and with a twist of a knob the liquid mixes through to other vials. It changes color at least ten times, mixing with chemicals and acids, burning and cooling as it follows it’s roller coaster ride. While it mixes and titrates, he prepares a tube and needle at the end of the path. 

He moves the petri dish of Grian’s flesh out of the way, and pierces his own skin with the metallic syringe. The lime green concoction pumps directly into his bloodstream, seething like ice along his veins. Most other people drink tea, or even coffee to stay awake. Even his dumb brother is all prim and proper with a cup of tea and sugar. But Xisuma didn’t need crushed plants to stay awake. Not when he knew science could do it so much better. 

It doesn’t keep him from twitching, or make his notes any more than the chicken scratch they are now, but with his body awake and ready, he can take care of this experiment. Edolas Xisuma grabs the plate of flesh, and kicks the desk in front of him. It sends the chair and him reeling back, bumping into the metal table he has hooked up to a tesla coil. 

Xisuma hooks up the positive and ground wires into his sample. One massive lever pull later, the tesla coil is beginning to warm up. Gathering and storing energy. Waiting for him to let it release. “I wonder what Grian would look like as a witch.” 

He knew villagers metamorphosize when struck by lightning. Their entire cell structure changes, and he’s tested on them extensively. There’s still blood on his lab coat from all those experiments. But while he was doing that, he began to wonder if the same would happen to a human. Or whatever those freaks he calls friends are. Would they mutate as well? What would they mutate into? Of course, when he asked the others to step close to the tesla coil, even Keralis said no. They’re self preservation was too high. Too much like Ex. 

Which is why he now only has a part of a friend, and hopefully enough to see if the cells in Grian’s body changes when given enough electricity. The coil completes it’s charging, bolts of lightning ricocheting into the air above Xisuma. His hair stands on end, but he only laughs at the danger, his voice echoing off the strong material of the mask. He slams his hand on a button.

Electricity skims down the metal, charging through the wires and into the skin sample. Through the tempered glass of his mask, Xisuma can see the flesh shift and bubble. Like it’s trying to grow warts, or mutate. He doesn’t realize he’s creeping closer and closer, hand rushing to write down notes, until he’s been blown across the lab into the wall. 

The tesla coil powers down, sparking and burning. Xisuma’s body feels the same way, the scent of burned skin and hair permeating the air. He groans, sitting up and clutching his torso. He may have broken a rib, but he’s focused on the result of his experiment. Keeping a tight hold on his notes, he stumbles to the blackened petri dish. Under the mask, an excited smile starts to appear. 

There’s nothing left. Not even a scrap of burned skin remains in the sample. All of his notes, all of his work, and there’s nothing at the end to observe. Nothing to study, no mutated skin. Just nothing. Xisuma starts to laugh, at first quiet and calm. But as he realizes more and more what has happened, the laughter grows louder and more unstable. 

It’s all gone. Weeks of staking out, looking for a vulnerable human to collect a sample from, vaporized. Hours of notes and scribbles into his notebook, evaporated. All this work...for nothing. Xisuma stumbles back to the floor, notes erupting and drifting into loose leaves of paper. Falling like snow around him. He lets go of his side, a bloody hand reaching up and grabbing his mask. He can’t stop laughing, his hot breath sent right back into his face. 

He rips the mask off, watching his own blood dribble down the material. Handmade, for Xisuma. By his brother. To protect him, even when Ex couldn’t be there. But it couldn’t protect him from failing yet another experiment, losing so much valuable time and effort. His fingers turn white as his grip tightens around the mask, his laughter bouncing off the walls and right back at him. The whole room is laughing at him, in his own damned voice. 

Xisuma sends the mask flying, spinning like a disk until it shatters against the wall. The metal turns to shrapnel, glass to shards that go streaking across the lab. His laughter begins to shift as he realizes what he’s done. Xisuma crawls towards the pieces, hands twitching as he plucks sharp metal and glass from the ground. 

He destroyed it. The mask his brother gave him. The last thing Ex gave him before they parted ways. The mask Ex made to protect his brother. To protect him when Ex wouldn’t be able to. Each tiny wound from the metal and glass feels like paper cuts compared to the shock, the horror of what he’s broken. Of what’s broken inside him. Gasping cries escape his throat, fingers trying to will the pieces back together. But he can’t fix what he’s broken. 

Edolas Xisuma is left surrounded by broken things. Broken cries, broken tears across his cheeks, broken glassware and machinery, a broken mask. And a broken man, twitching and wishing for his brother’s caring voice to soothe away the anger just one more time. To fix everything Edolas Xisuma has broken.